Post by Lisaro on Mar 30, 2009 13:05:43 GMT -5
Full Name: Rado Rogers
Prefers To Be Called: Rado
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Class: Warrior
Creature:
Physical Appearance:
Rado has rather pale skin, which is hardly noticeable due to the warm contrast of his dark brown, shoulder length (and very unruly) hair. He's quite tall, but not very broad, so he doesn't look like the powerhouse he often proves to be. However, if one looks closely, it's not hard to discern his wiry muscles.
He has gunmetal gray eyes, though his right eye usually is covered by his bangs.
The man prefers to wear a dark leather chestpiece, one that provides a little protection against arrows but doesn't restrict his movements. The same goes for his trousers, which are made of the same leather, but have a couple of pockets meant for small weapons as well. Not that he uses them - Rado favours his huge zweihander. His feet are covered by large, heavy black boots with several metal clasps. He wears gloves as well; large, worn things, not possessing any grace, as they aren't for vanity - much like the rest of his gear.
Personality:
As a cocky grin usually covers his face when confronted, most people seem to think he's an obnoxious and generally annoying person. It is actually very close the truth. Especially with friends, he can be loud and very expressive, but he isn't like that very often, especially not in noisy places.
Because of his left ear, he has problems comprehending others sometimes. When in a crowd or a noisy area, he appears to be ignoring people, a fact that makes many dislike him. Socially withdrawn because of that, he's slightly introverted and has resorted to acting unpleasantly to avoid talking.
He prefers the tranquility of lush forests, gold fields and damp marshes, where he can leave that fake mask behind.
Extras: Rado is nearly completely deaf in his left ear. It makes it nearly impossible for him to determine the directions and distance of sound as well.
Picture(optional): -
Short sample post:
Sanguis was her name. Sanguis was the name of the lonely crimson air. Sanguis, a word that represented her so much. Blood was its meaning. And blood she was. Not just her fur, no, not just her fur. Blood - it showed one was hurt. She knew that.
She tended to avoid the others back home, with their bright, cheery personalities. Without their scars. Only her grandfather she could bear to see. He was a cheery fool too, but he had scars. She would always respect him, for being able to retain that personality, even with that pain.
No, she didn't hate them. She really didn't. She envied them. She... Just wanted to avoid them. The air didn't like to be reminded of her mistakes. They were nice mweors, she knew, always caring, always brave. She wasn't like that. She was a coward.
Ah, the day Sanguis ran, ran from the others in her life, ran to the only one that mattered back then. Only to find her future with him had been crushed. Life was cruel.
Slowly, the red air padded through the grass. Why had she been thinking about that again? After all, the purpose of her going to this place had been to distract herself from those very thoughts. The tranquil forests hadn't been able to do that - without sounds or other mweors to distract her, the painful thoughts and memories had only surfaced with more force.
Prefers To Be Called: Rado
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Class: Warrior
Creature:
Physical Appearance:
Rado has rather pale skin, which is hardly noticeable due to the warm contrast of his dark brown, shoulder length (and very unruly) hair. He's quite tall, but not very broad, so he doesn't look like the powerhouse he often proves to be. However, if one looks closely, it's not hard to discern his wiry muscles.
He has gunmetal gray eyes, though his right eye usually is covered by his bangs.
The man prefers to wear a dark leather chestpiece, one that provides a little protection against arrows but doesn't restrict his movements. The same goes for his trousers, which are made of the same leather, but have a couple of pockets meant for small weapons as well. Not that he uses them - Rado favours his huge zweihander. His feet are covered by large, heavy black boots with several metal clasps. He wears gloves as well; large, worn things, not possessing any grace, as they aren't for vanity - much like the rest of his gear.
Personality:
As a cocky grin usually covers his face when confronted, most people seem to think he's an obnoxious and generally annoying person. It is actually very close the truth. Especially with friends, he can be loud and very expressive, but he isn't like that very often, especially not in noisy places.
Because of his left ear, he has problems comprehending others sometimes. When in a crowd or a noisy area, he appears to be ignoring people, a fact that makes many dislike him. Socially withdrawn because of that, he's slightly introverted and has resorted to acting unpleasantly to avoid talking.
He prefers the tranquility of lush forests, gold fields and damp marshes, where he can leave that fake mask behind.
Extras: Rado is nearly completely deaf in his left ear. It makes it nearly impossible for him to determine the directions and distance of sound as well.
Picture(optional): -
Short sample post:
Sanguis was her name. Sanguis was the name of the lonely crimson air. Sanguis, a word that represented her so much. Blood was its meaning. And blood she was. Not just her fur, no, not just her fur. Blood - it showed one was hurt. She knew that.
She tended to avoid the others back home, with their bright, cheery personalities. Without their scars. Only her grandfather she could bear to see. He was a cheery fool too, but he had scars. She would always respect him, for being able to retain that personality, even with that pain.
No, she didn't hate them. She really didn't. She envied them. She... Just wanted to avoid them. The air didn't like to be reminded of her mistakes. They were nice mweors, she knew, always caring, always brave. She wasn't like that. She was a coward.
Ah, the day Sanguis ran, ran from the others in her life, ran to the only one that mattered back then. Only to find her future with him had been crushed. Life was cruel.
Slowly, the red air padded through the grass. Why had she been thinking about that again? After all, the purpose of her going to this place had been to distract herself from those very thoughts. The tranquil forests hadn't been able to do that - without sounds or other mweors to distract her, the painful thoughts and memories had only surfaced with more force.
