Mage -
Character Name: Vahl Nauzryl
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Job: He's works at a bakery, mainly he checks stock and manages the front counter, but every now and then they will let him bake a loaf of bread or two.
Element: Wind, he's trying to use it to fly, but so far he has failed.
Physical Description: viewtopic.php?t=866945Weapon of Choice: He carries a pouch of throwing knifes with him, he uses wind to make them fly at a higher velocity.
Interesting Details: His voice is young and soft, and theres almost always a hint of laughter in it. Sometimes, if he has heard someones voice enough times, he can mimic them. Sweet things make him sick to the stomach, apparently he's allergic to sugar, or maybe its all in his head.
Natural Abnormality: He has no pupils, instead he has a black ring around his Iris.
Personality: He is very determined, forceful, emotional and rather obsessive at times. When he is excited, wich is rare since he tries to hide it, he becomes rather compulsive, and obstinate. He is rather intuitive, but he cannot compair to a womans intuition. He likes to be told the truth, persuading others, meaningful work, and salty foods. He despises Demeaning jobs, shallow relationships, flattery, being told only half the story, and sweet things.
Pet: His only pet is a Squirrel named Tishtrya that lives in his coat pocket, he tends to slip it small slivers of cheese when no one is looking.
History: He was raised in a small cottage out on the countryside with his mother and grandparents. His mother was retired mage, and she taught him the basics of magic, she was to afraid to teach him more, since she didnt want to accidentualy lose her only child. When he turned sixteen he left to go find a mage that would teach him the secrets of magic, and how to weild the power of wind. After a few years of training, his master left suddenly, wishout a trace, so Vahl had to make it on his own. But he was already twenty at that time so he knew how to keep himself alive. He found a job at a luber mill, where he found a baby squirrel in a hollow of one of the tree's that was going to be cut. He raised the squirrel as a pet, and its been with him ever since. A few weeks later he tried to join a guild, but he has always been bad with directions and he got lost in the streets, with nothing but a squirrel and the clothes on his back. Later, after he had decided he wanted to stay in this new part of town, he would find that where he had lived previously, was on the other side of the city, how he got so far from home, no body knows.
Theme Song: I dont realy know any songs that would fit him.
Guild/Brotherhood: None
Quote: "You dont leave friends behind, no matter how dire the situation, you hear me?!" "Um.. well, since I've got nowhere else to stay.. I thought that maybe you would let me spend the night at your place..?" "Bah! Stop with your meaningless flattery, it will get you nowhere!" "Eh, maybe she just doesnt love you enough to run away with you.. Or Maybe its because you're a scoundrel."
Other: Rainbow leopard spotsRain pelted down hard on the coblestones and clay tiles of the rooves. Tap, tap, tap, the sound of small drums filled the air as a lone man walked down the street with an umbrella over his head. "Mmm.. Its getting rather chilly, better get inside before I catch a cold." The voice of a child came from the grown figure as he made his way towards a shop on the corner up ahead. He made to cross the street when a horse drawn carrage charged by. Water flew up off the streets as the to large horses breath rose into the sky as small puffs of steam. The man stepped back as water splashes all over him, an annoyed scowl was plastered on his face. "I guess there was no point in taking the umbrella then.." He sighed before stepping down from the side walk and onto the road, soon he could get warm and dry, away from all this crazy water.
Because I havent been roleplaying recently, the above is proof of my literacy.