Post by kaospyri on Nov 20, 2011 0:16:32 GMT -5
IGN: Kaospyri
Character's Name: Roran Olander
Character's Age: (Should this be Dog Years?) 24
Character's Gender: Male
Character's Race: Animist
Description:
He is Short but not uncommonly so, His red hair is neck length and slightly unkempt and messy from times in the wild and lack of care, In it is placed a pale yellow bead on a collection of hair dangling by his right eye. His red eyes shine brightly with Feral Iris' in the centers. His Red Wolf Ears poke through twitching at almost every sound. His teeth sharp and long. He wears a short leather vest, Very ornate in design with silver buttons along it's right side, Commonly left unbuttoned. Beneath the jacket he wears a thin steel chest plate, only so far as too cover his sternum. Beneath even that he wears a long sleeved white woolen shirt. On his hands he wears finger-less red gloves, the wrist-ends curled back and waving freely. His hands human like most of him, However his fingernails thick, long, and claw-like. His pants tan, baggy and loose, held to his lean frame by a slanted belt along his waist. just below the start of the back of his pants is a long red-furred tail. His boots are dark, made of leather, Thick and tall.
Biography:
He traveled the forest constantly.. but never venturing far beyond it, "What purpose would it serve?!" He would say looking along the land outside his sheltered grove.. Reassure him more than anything.. He was a trader, but he would scarcely encounter a deal with anything not a fellow Animist.. His knowledge of the outside world was never grand.. He never wanted it to be.. His ignorance wasn't his true feeling.. He was excruciatingly curious. Perhaps that's why he agreed to the trading caravan passing through his village for helping hands.
He has a short-fuse, is easily offended, and can be quite stubborn.. A rather 'bad' combination some might say.
Character's Name: Roran Olander
Character's Age: (Should this be Dog Years?) 24
Character's Gender: Male
Character's Race: Animist
Description:
He is Short but not uncommonly so, His red hair is neck length and slightly unkempt and messy from times in the wild and lack of care, In it is placed a pale yellow bead on a collection of hair dangling by his right eye. His red eyes shine brightly with Feral Iris' in the centers. His Red Wolf Ears poke through twitching at almost every sound. His teeth sharp and long. He wears a short leather vest, Very ornate in design with silver buttons along it's right side, Commonly left unbuttoned. Beneath the jacket he wears a thin steel chest plate, only so far as too cover his sternum. Beneath even that he wears a long sleeved white woolen shirt. On his hands he wears finger-less red gloves, the wrist-ends curled back and waving freely. His hands human like most of him, However his fingernails thick, long, and claw-like. His pants tan, baggy and loose, held to his lean frame by a slanted belt along his waist. just below the start of the back of his pants is a long red-furred tail. His boots are dark, made of leather, Thick and tall.
Biography:
He traveled the forest constantly.. but never venturing far beyond it, "What purpose would it serve?!" He would say looking along the land outside his sheltered grove.. Reassure him more than anything.. He was a trader, but he would scarcely encounter a deal with anything not a fellow Animist.. His knowledge of the outside world was never grand.. He never wanted it to be.. His ignorance wasn't his true feeling.. He was excruciatingly curious. Perhaps that's why he agreed to the trading caravan passing through his village for helping hands.
He has a short-fuse, is easily offended, and can be quite stubborn.. A rather 'bad' combination some might say.