Post by Jazz on Sept 10, 2006 10:00:09 GMT -5
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[Name/Alias:]
Jazz
[Contact Info:]
Meh. PM me.
Your Character
[Full Name:]
Felix Michael Black
[Age:]
22
[Gender:]
Male
[Date of Birth:]
11 September
[Place of Birth:]
Corus
[Residence:]
114 Lily Avenue, Central Corus
[Class:]
Commoner
[Title/rank:]
-
[Alignment:]
Neutral-Good
[Occupation:]
Scribe/Poet/Writer
[Appearance:]
Felix Black? Well, Felix is… different, to say the least. He doesn’t much care what he looks like, though he’s handsome enough in a cute, disheveled sort of way. In fact, he’s quite attractive – although he hasn’t realized it yet, to the horror of a few young women. He’s tall, although not monstrously, and slim – more lean than muscled. For all he’s a good archer, he’s no fighter. He walked with a learned grace – as elegant as he is now, it’s easy to see that he must’ve been lanky in his youth. He’s long since grown out of that clumsy gawkiness, although he is still apt to tripping, falling, and general clumsiness.
His hair is kept short, for practical reasons. His ice-blond locks are somewhat straight if spiky, and tend to stick up at all angles. Felix always looks disheveled, somewhat messy and ruffled, and his hair is no exception. It’s a physical impossibility to get it no lie flat – no, Felix has long since given up on it.
His lashes and brows are as blonds as his hair, and frame vivid sea-green eyes. The colour is intense, but not unnatural. He has a dreamer eyes, no mistake, all long lashes and eyes that stare into the beyond. His hands are well suited to his career, with long, slim fingers, adept to small, quick movements. His hands, sleeves included, are often splashed with inkspots. Indeed, Felix tends to drift off, and playing with a quill, absent-mindedly is sure to result in messy hands.
[Attire:]
Felix dresses in the usual manner of folk like him; plain breeches, shirts, tunics. He doesn’t have much money, so his clothes are usually cheap and not of very good quality. They are kept in pristine condition, for he is quick with a sewing needle and there are young ladies that’d do his washing in return for a poem, or the services of a scribe.
He has one (1) set of good clothes, which he wears rarely. He only dons them when he needs to make a good impression, or visit a temple, or he is called in to work for some high-and-might lord. His boots are good and well-made, well-worn. His only pair of shoes, they serve him well and are probably the best item of clothing he owns, apart from his hat.
The hat is the only thing he’s ever stolen.
[Personality:]
While not very strong physically, he is very intelligent. An avid reader from a young age, he practically devoured books ever since he could read. He taught himself language skills that way, and is currently fluent in Common, Yamani, Carthaki, Kyprish and Scanran. He started by picking up bits here and there, and eventually found ways to get lessons from people who were in the area. For Felix has a good eye and a better ear. With a skill for languages and observation, he is quick to learn new things and his memory is top notch.
What little education that was available to him was treasured; he excelled intellectually, particularly in the ‘beta’ studies – art, languages, history. He is extremely intelligent, and his thirst for knowledge an insatiable curiosity is always driving him towards bettering himself. Perhaps this curiosity is slightly dangerous; Felix has a knack for landing into trouble. He is, by no means, a bad person – he just has the uncanny ability to be wherever trouble is.
Felix is a quiet young man, thoughtful and calculating. He is slightly stand-offish, and is not comfortable talking to strangers. He is quite introverted, much preferring his own company, although he is considerably more talkative among close friends, and can pour his heart out to someone close to him. He is not rude, nor is he shy, just incredibly soft-spoken. He is always polite, respectful, although you cannot expect anything more from him.
Felix generally has no qualms against the nobility, except for the odd one who abuses his power now and again. He doesn’t believe, however, that there should be a rift of any sort between nobles and the commoners – but both sides are guilty, and he’s accepted that complete peace is a long way off. Until then, he’ll stay out of the way of anyone that won’t accept him.
He’s not a very impulsive person. He’s good at thinking quick, but he’d rather analyze the situation if he has the chance. He likes to be completely sure about every decision he makes, and prefers to think over anything before he goes through with it. He’s a good problem solver, but he’d rather have a plan that faultless, rather than to have to repair the damage afterwards.
Felix Black is an artist, first and foremost. A dreamer, a thinker. He’s quick to slip off into the realms of imagination, quicker to sit and write for hours. His verses and stories are well known, and one or two of his plays have been performed by acclaimed players. But somehow, Felix will always be incredibly unlucky. He may be a penniless writer, have terrible luck, and only one hat - but he’s managing.
[Beliefs – personal and political:]
(copied and pasted out of laziness)
Felix generally has no qualms against the nobility, except for the odd one who abuses his power now and again. He doesn’t believe, however, that there should be a rift of any sort between nobles and the commoners – but both sides are guilty, and he’s accepted that complete peace is a long way off. Until then, he’ll stay out of the way of anyone that won’t accept him.
[Fears:]
Strangely, nothing much. He’s got no family. So… just, sickness. And injuring his hands. And running out of ideas.
[Likes:]
Writing, to be painfully obvious. Nuts. Tea. Languages. His hat.
[Dislikes]
His hair. Idiots. Rice. Flimsy shoes. Stealing. Loose change.
[Quirks:]
Can drift off easily in the middle of a conversation.
[Weapons:]
(mainly just enough to defend himself)
Archery – highly skilled – preferred
Daggers/knives – skilled
Hand-to-Hand Combat - skilled
[Inventory:]
Quills, ink, parchment… that’s about it.
[Strengths:]
Inventive, intelligent, quick thinker. Good decision maker. Knows when to shut up. Brilliant memory, skilled with languages. Attractive. Agile and fast. Gifted.
[Weaknesses:]
Not strong physically, quiet. Not good with people, reserved. Has little money, tends to land up in trouble. Incapable of thievery. Gift not trained at all.
[Magic:]
He has Gift, pale blue in colour. It is of medium strength, although he has not been trained at all. The best he can do is levitation and fire-bringing.
[Goal:]
To make something of himself is all, really.
[Family:]
Father: Christopher Sanders – hostler, works in Cría, Galla
Mother: Cassandra Black - deceased
[Lover:]
Nada
[Familiar/Pet:]
Nada.
[History:]
Felix Michael Black has to be the unluckiest person in the world.
Maybe not, but it looks like it. He was born to unmarried youths, Christopher Sanders and Cassandra Black, who were both eighteen at the time. The family was a tense relationship, indeed. Cassandra loved Felix, Felix loved his parents, and Christopher, it was believed, was incapable of love. They lived in a small flat in central Corus, made a fairly good income, and lived comfortably. They were not happy. Christopher Sanders left the country when Felix was four months old. Felix took his mother’s name. He went by Felix Sanders-Black until he was old enough to drop his father’s name. He was young, but not stupid. Christopher was no longer his father.
Felix, in an ever increasing streak of tragedy, attended his mother’s funeral at the age of ten. They had gotten by, somehow, his mother working as a domestic worker in a merchant household. Now he was faced with a new problem: the streets. For he had no money, and the few friends of his mother had barely enough for themselves. He managed to get a few coins, some meals here and there, by the use of his politeness and good looks. It would never last.
Felix was taken in by a gang of young rogues. He was deemed incapable of theft, indeed. His first pickpocketing task was carried out successfully, but he ran after the victim in tears, giving him back his wallet. Stealing was against everything he’d ever been taught. The young man took him into an eatery, gave him a meal, and went off on his way. He left his hat behind, and Felix rather liked it. It was the only thing he ever properly stole.
It was around this time that the players came into town. Somehow, Felix managed to gain their hearts and was taken in by the whimsical, slightly crazy, playwright. He taught Felix how to read and write, and Felix proved himself by writing his first play at the ripe age of fifteen. The next year, the group disbanded.
By then, Felix’s handwriting was meticulously neat. He got his bread and butter by working as a scribe to those that hadn’t gotten an education. He also wrote poems, which sometimes earned him some money. He took up permanent residence in a small flat on Lily Avenue. The rest, as they say, is history.
[Password:]
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