Post by tesunie on May 17, 2009 13:28:47 GMT 9.5
Name: Akire Carson Naomas
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Race: Ildemin/Nelrens
Class/Rank: Punk kid (thief)
Abilities: Akire has hollow bones, like that of a bird. This has lead him to have many different and verity of abilities and weaknesses. A few abilities is that he has exceptional vision, he is lighter, and can jump farther. At the same time, he is also more prone to breaking bones, and is easily knocked over.
Oddly enough, his hands and feet seem to be the only parts of him that are not hollow boned.
Personality: Naive and easily tricked into doing things, he does however have a heart of gold. He is intelligent and inquisitive, but easily distracted from a task and often times swings his head from one side to the other to catch everything he can. Very intelligent for his age, if given a moment, he would ask questions to someone till he turned blue in the face.
He isn't necessarily shy, and isn't afraid to answer questions he knows an answer to, even if the question isn't directed to himself. He is open and honest, and tends to not know how to keep a secret if he is directly asked a question relating to it. If no one asks, then no one find out though (not a blabber mouth).
He tends to make friends easily, or at least with others who will accept him. He looks for only one thing, and that is acceptance. To be taken for who he is, for what he is.
Appearance: Of average height for a kid his age, and very nimble. He is a skin and bones kind of kid, where you can see his bones under his skin. He isn't under feed or anything, just that skinny. His face's most attractive feature is his big blue eyes, closely followed by the ugly black/brown scar of a brand on his right cheek. The brand is a symbol that has gained an attachment to it. The symbol means 'outcast' in a literal form. It brands him as an Ildemin, to have as much shame on him as possible. He also has short, slightly curly dark brown hair, that he keeps trimmed closed, no more than two inches at it's longest.
He wears belted arm guards, so they wont snag on anything, as well as belted in ways to not restrict his movements. This also gives him plenty of hiding spots for his throwing knives, even if he rarely uses them. The belts provide more support for his hollow bones, making it less likely that a lunging grab for something will end in with broken arm or hand.
He also wears pants, also belted in a similar manner as his sleeves, providing protection and stability to his leg bones, while at the same time adding as little weight as possible. He goes around barefoot as well, usually preferring not to wear shoes.
He occasionally might try to cover his branded cheek with paint or a mask, though usually it doesn't overly matter, as either one still attacks attention to him and his face.
His shirt is usually a separate piece from the belted sleeves, and if he is to go shirtless, unless he is swimming, he usually still has the belts and sleeves on.
Weapon/Magic: He mostly uses his own wits in a fight, but does carry a few small throwing knives for if tings get bad enough. He also practices limited amounts of magic, something he found he could do after a lucky find. He stole a magic book and read it, curious on what it was. Soon, he started tinkering with the things described in the book, and has become a rather accomplished healer, as it is one of the few spells he has been able to cast from the book's limited teachings. Everything else ran over his young head.
History: He comes from a rather distinct family from the general area of South Ideitess. He was born and raised as a normal child, though his parents always worried about how light he always seemed. They thought he wasn't eating enough, but he never appeared to really be underweight.
Throughout his young life, Akire suffered a few broken bones, as in more than a normal child his age would have had. Though each break was properly attended, it was strange how easily they would break. He also found he could jump higher than most other kids, and presumed he was just gifted with it.
Always inquisitive, people was sure he would grow to be some kind of scholar, till it was finally discovered that he wasn't really a human, but actually an Ildemin. His animal quality was his hollow bones. Once discovered, his family was in shock, and tried to except him as nothing more than a mere human. He was still their child, and as far as they were concerned, he was not an illman.
It wasn't till the night he was attacked and branded by ruffians of the town, the drunkards and sons of other noblemen, on his cheek did he think anything of being what he was.
It wasn't till he returned home with his cheek burned did his parents start to consider things. They could no longer hide their son's 'condition'. However, Akire didn't wait for them to make a decision, for soon after his cheek was well on its way to a proper healing did he pack his limited stuff and run away. He wished not to inconvenience his family any farther, and didn't wish to see the faces of those that attacked him on the night he was marked as outcast.
Now, he wonders, surviving as he can. He steals from those he thinks are at least well off, and lives with other runaways, thieves and young folk up to no good.
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Race: Ildemin/Nelrens
Class/Rank: Punk kid (thief)
Abilities: Akire has hollow bones, like that of a bird. This has lead him to have many different and verity of abilities and weaknesses. A few abilities is that he has exceptional vision, he is lighter, and can jump farther. At the same time, he is also more prone to breaking bones, and is easily knocked over.
Oddly enough, his hands and feet seem to be the only parts of him that are not hollow boned.
Personality: Naive and easily tricked into doing things, he does however have a heart of gold. He is intelligent and inquisitive, but easily distracted from a task and often times swings his head from one side to the other to catch everything he can. Very intelligent for his age, if given a moment, he would ask questions to someone till he turned blue in the face.
He isn't necessarily shy, and isn't afraid to answer questions he knows an answer to, even if the question isn't directed to himself. He is open and honest, and tends to not know how to keep a secret if he is directly asked a question relating to it. If no one asks, then no one find out though (not a blabber mouth).
He tends to make friends easily, or at least with others who will accept him. He looks for only one thing, and that is acceptance. To be taken for who he is, for what he is.
Appearance: Of average height for a kid his age, and very nimble. He is a skin and bones kind of kid, where you can see his bones under his skin. He isn't under feed or anything, just that skinny. His face's most attractive feature is his big blue eyes, closely followed by the ugly black/brown scar of a brand on his right cheek. The brand is a symbol that has gained an attachment to it. The symbol means 'outcast' in a literal form. It brands him as an Ildemin, to have as much shame on him as possible. He also has short, slightly curly dark brown hair, that he keeps trimmed closed, no more than two inches at it's longest.
He wears belted arm guards, so they wont snag on anything, as well as belted in ways to not restrict his movements. This also gives him plenty of hiding spots for his throwing knives, even if he rarely uses them. The belts provide more support for his hollow bones, making it less likely that a lunging grab for something will end in with broken arm or hand.
He also wears pants, also belted in a similar manner as his sleeves, providing protection and stability to his leg bones, while at the same time adding as little weight as possible. He goes around barefoot as well, usually preferring not to wear shoes.
He occasionally might try to cover his branded cheek with paint or a mask, though usually it doesn't overly matter, as either one still attacks attention to him and his face.
His shirt is usually a separate piece from the belted sleeves, and if he is to go shirtless, unless he is swimming, he usually still has the belts and sleeves on.
Weapon/Magic: He mostly uses his own wits in a fight, but does carry a few small throwing knives for if tings get bad enough. He also practices limited amounts of magic, something he found he could do after a lucky find. He stole a magic book and read it, curious on what it was. Soon, he started tinkering with the things described in the book, and has become a rather accomplished healer, as it is one of the few spells he has been able to cast from the book's limited teachings. Everything else ran over his young head.
History: He comes from a rather distinct family from the general area of South Ideitess. He was born and raised as a normal child, though his parents always worried about how light he always seemed. They thought he wasn't eating enough, but he never appeared to really be underweight.
Throughout his young life, Akire suffered a few broken bones, as in more than a normal child his age would have had. Though each break was properly attended, it was strange how easily they would break. He also found he could jump higher than most other kids, and presumed he was just gifted with it.
Always inquisitive, people was sure he would grow to be some kind of scholar, till it was finally discovered that he wasn't really a human, but actually an Ildemin. His animal quality was his hollow bones. Once discovered, his family was in shock, and tried to except him as nothing more than a mere human. He was still their child, and as far as they were concerned, he was not an illman.
It wasn't till the night he was attacked and branded by ruffians of the town, the drunkards and sons of other noblemen, on his cheek did he think anything of being what he was.
It wasn't till he returned home with his cheek burned did his parents start to consider things. They could no longer hide their son's 'condition'. However, Akire didn't wait for them to make a decision, for soon after his cheek was well on its way to a proper healing did he pack his limited stuff and run away. He wished not to inconvenience his family any farther, and didn't wish to see the faces of those that attacked him on the night he was marked as outcast.
Now, he wonders, surviving as he can. He steals from those he thinks are at least well off, and lives with other runaways, thieves and young folk up to no good.
