Post by Markus Selder on Dec 5, 2010 14:57:09 GMT -5
((Okay, HOPEFULLY not messing anything up with my inexperience in fantasy [but I probably am] so anyways someone tell me if I'm making an idiot out of myself so I can go try and be semi-smart.))
Name: Markus Selder
Age: 53 (However, an unusual encounter with a fairy locked him physically at the age of nine.)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Traveling artist.
Residence: Originally from Tiaelde
Physical Description: At nine, Markus met a mischievous fairy who asked him if he would like to live forever. Every naïve, Mark figured that evading death would be a good thing, and he agreed. Now he stands at a permanent four-foot one. He has a face that only a brother could hate, and dark hazel eyes. He shares his brother’s dark hair, but it often grows out too long, covering his eyes, while he travels from town to town.
Garment: Generally, Mark sticks with simple green-and-brown outfits (casual wear in society, camouflage on the road) and strong-soled boots. On colder days, he adds a dark-green cloak to his ensemble.
Weapon: He may be a pacifist, but one too many mishaps on the road led him to carry a steel shorts sword. It’s dull on both sides, since he uses it more to block (and perhaps to injure someone’s ankles to make his escape easier) than to attack. He leaves the fighting to the guards or his travel companions.
Demeanor: Mark is polite to the point of becoming a little timid mess, always trying his best to show courtesy and consideration and everything his parents taught him (and that his brother ignored). His main goal in life is to help as many people as he can. (He wanted to become a healer, but reality turned out to be much bloodier than the books, so he settled with working with his secondary talent.) Soft-spoken, Markus never argues unless he can find a book-smart fact to back himself up. He hates violence, and considers himself lucky that most people won’t try to murder someone who looks as small and harmless as he does.
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Name: Markus Selder
Age: 53 (However, an unusual encounter with a fairy locked him physically at the age of nine.)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Traveling artist.
Residence: Originally from Tiaelde
Physical Description: At nine, Markus met a mischievous fairy who asked him if he would like to live forever. Every naïve, Mark figured that evading death would be a good thing, and he agreed. Now he stands at a permanent four-foot one. He has a face that only a brother could hate, and dark hazel eyes. He shares his brother’s dark hair, but it often grows out too long, covering his eyes, while he travels from town to town.
Garment: Generally, Mark sticks with simple green-and-brown outfits (casual wear in society, camouflage on the road) and strong-soled boots. On colder days, he adds a dark-green cloak to his ensemble.
Weapon: He may be a pacifist, but one too many mishaps on the road led him to carry a steel shorts sword. It’s dull on both sides, since he uses it more to block (and perhaps to injure someone’s ankles to make his escape easier) than to attack. He leaves the fighting to the guards or his travel companions.
Demeanor: Mark is polite to the point of becoming a little timid mess, always trying his best to show courtesy and consideration and everything his parents taught him (and that his brother ignored). His main goal in life is to help as many people as he can. (He wanted to become a healer, but reality turned out to be much bloodier than the books, so he settled with working with his secondary talent.) Soft-spoken, Markus never argues unless he can find a book-smart fact to back himself up. He hates violence, and considers himself lucky that most people won’t try to murder someone who looks as small and harmless as he does.
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