Post by kristophowen on Oct 12, 2009 21:06:04 GMT -7
Character Name: Kristopher Owen
Gender: Male
Race: Adusen
Character Age: 155
Height/Build: 5'7"/100 lbs - Skinny
Character Appearance: Kristoph is gangly, in spite of all the assurances from adults that he would fill out his height while he was still growing. Instead, he's mostly bones and not much mass, standing taller than most humans and weighing less as well. The advantage of his weight, however, is that he's fast- running comes as easy as breathing to him. As such, he tends to wear slouchy, slightly baggy clothing for a few reasons. Loose clothing is easy to move around in, and it usually helps hide his size, as well as just being comfortable. If Kristoph was any worse about his love of too-big clothing, it would be completely impossible to get him dressed up. Not that it's an easy feat. He would rather show up to a formal event in what he wears daily, figuring that the quality of the cloth is good enough for such.
One could say the only thing harder than putting Kristoph in a suit is seeing him with neat hair. The pale red locks are usually askew, if only slightly. The fine hair is more often than not sticking up at odd angles, only tamed by the second thought finger coming it receives in the morning as Kristoph runs out the door to his job. His freckly ears turn out slightly, making them pronounced around his hair. This bugs him to no end, making it a nervous habit when he's lying or trying to impress to smooth the crooks in his ears. He feels like people stare specifically at his ears- as well as the light freckles on his cheeks.
His face, in part, contradicts his slight frame with a strong chin and jaw. The rest of it however, is soft and almost boyish in it's appearance. Kristoph's eyebrows are light, almost not there in sunlight, and his eyes are equally pale. A pale gold, that is, the color could be compared to honey, or the pollen from a flower in spring, rimmed dark around the iris. When the Adusen is especially emotional, people tell him they practically glow. The color makes for an intimidating stare, which is bad for someone who has the tendency to stare off into space. More than once, he's been reprimanded for glaring, when he didn't even realize someone was in his line of sight. His eyes are rimmed with thick blonde-red lashes.
Special Power/Ability: None
Personality: Ever cynical, Kristoph doesn't readily believe in much. Despite having grown up in Githroh, the religious capital, or perhaps, because of living in the religious capital of the world, he dislikes organized religion. Who knows why- too many religious recruiters harassing him as a kid. Because of his cynicism, he has a hard time seeing people as the same person after finding out they conflict with some core belief of his own, making many people think of himself as jaded whenever he voices these opinions. Even though, he still treats them equally, and has befriended people from every walk of life along his way.
Kristoph is often blunt, and loves to get into debates with people. Not that he goes looking for them, since his sharp tongue usually gets people angry with him instead of engaged in said debate, but the leisurely competition suits him. He hates when people beat around the bush about things- if someone asks if the outfit they're wearing makes them look fat, and it does? It's out there for the world to know that he does indeed think they look like a sausage, swine, whatever comparison he decides to use.
When in an especially pressing situation, despite all of his other bravado, a stutter comes out. This is only in the worst of places, so it doesn't happen very often, and is easily concealable otherwise. Kristoph does horribly in situations he thinks could get him into trouble, becoming jittery and nervous. Because of this, he tends to avoid these like the plague. When he says something particularly scathing to someone without thinking, and he knows that they could give him proper hell, he quickly backpedals. However, all his nerves are in his head- if he thinks the person doesn't matter, and won't threaten him, its his usual brash self all over the place.
Sexual Orientation: Undecided
Likes: Dogs – They're loyal, and friendly, making up for his own personality. He had a dog growing up, that passed away when he was fourteen. As such, he often acts aloof towards the creatures, despite his ever there affection for them.
Magic – He's fascinated by any and all forms of it. The fact he can only control light disappoints him greatly, and would love to know how all magic works.
Twilight – The light quality of twilight hours has been loved by Kristoph ever since he was little. Something about the contrast between the golds of daytime and the night creeping along half of the sky had always been amazing. He's usually up in the morning to see it, and watch the sun come up.
Sweets – The kid loves his sweets. Any and all kinds are good with him.
Exotic foods – Kristoph is all for trying new things, and the first thing he does when he goes into a country is find a local restaurant.
Dislikes: Bugs – Insects didn't live in great abundance in Auraclae, so they are new to him. The eerie bodies creep him out. Instead of killing them himself, though, he usually has to find someone else to smash it for him.
Organized Religion – Don't get Kristoph wrong, he loves the idea of a god, and believes in a higher power. But this whole organized religion business gets him riled up. He thinks its corrupt, and a way to control the masses.
Nuns – They hold a special place in the Adusen's heart, striking their own personal chord of built in nervousness. Female religious clergy in general.
Wooden bats, rulers, and other implements – these things leave nasty bruises.
History: Kristoph's family life growing up could be seen as normal. Part of the upper middle class, with a nice house and kind parents, he couldn't really complain. Except maybe the number of siblings he had- middle child of nine, it was quite the competition for attention sometimes. The only defining features as five out of nine was that his intelligence excelled over the rest of his siblings and an especial knack for manipulating light. He graced his classes, not bothering to do any work at home, because he knew he would pass the test with flying colors. However, with seven sisters and his single brother who all had been relatively gifted with his parents' intellect, almost all of them excelled in some field or other.
He certainly stood out a bit more, though, when his blunt self came out of the closet as blatantly as he possibly could as a young boy. An annoying, blonde little girl in pigtails had come up to him in class and asked him to take her to some public outing or other when he was a mere 95. Looking at her for a moment, he simply told her in the most polite of words he could have possibly used for himself, 'I would never date a girl, because I don't prefer that gender.' Flashing a curt smile, Kristoph spun around and sat in his chair, not giving the girl a second thought. However, the town would certainly be giving him a second thought.
As the melting pot of dozens of different religions, there wasn't much room for 'sinful' behavior. And, most of the ever caring advocates agree- any hint of homosexuality is not okay. The teacher came to their house that day during lunch, while Kristoph was still playing to explain the situation. As the caring parents they are, they held fast and said it was perfectly okay with them, and it was surely just a phase. The teachers didn't think so. Word got out fairly quick, and many took their own action to try and snip the problem as a bud, as they say. From fellow students to various teachers, to the 'street saviors' as was the nickname deemed by Kristoph for the converters on the walking paths, people would try to bully, lecture, and preach the sin out of him.
With such, Kristoph pushed through school as fast as he could, finishing his schooling at sixteen. Ahead of a few of his older siblings, he left the house quickly after graduation with nothing other than the money in his pocket. He bounced around, exploring all of the places he'd heard of in books and classes. Scraping by, he did small little jobs as he went to get enough money for inn rooms and food. If he decided he liked a town more than another, he'd find a longer term working arrangement. Kristoph is sure he would like to settle down at some point, but he needs to find a place with enough excitement, and people to get along with.
Base Stats: Strength: 5
Dexterity: 15
Wisdom: 0
Luck: 0
EXP: 0
Health: 10
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Roleplay Example: Kristoph let out a breathless laugh, jogging along the chilly path. It was cold, colder than he'd expected. His breath puffed out in frosty clouds as he went- he would take a sweater out of his backpack, but he couldn't afford to be late. The port town in Aurcaele- he was almost out, almost free. He couldn't help but swivel his head to look behind him at the crowded path, as if taunting the world he was leaving. Even though he'd lived here in this country all his life, though, he couldn't help but looking every which way in the port city- he'd lived in Githroh, and his family had never seen the need to go much anywhere else. Bright colors from different street shoppes called out boldly to announce the wares in all their vibrancy. People of the same level of variance, with different hair styles and skin and dress all bustled along, leaving the Adusen feeling ever so plain.
But no longer! He pushed onto his assigned dock, headed to somewhere wildly new and exciting! Thought's spinning off in overly grandiose paths, the boy swung around people, a thoughtful hand resting on the bundle of money in his pocket and the other clutching his ticket in his hand. Even in Githroh, perhaps especially in Githroh, he would run into plenty of delinquents trying to stay under the radar in the religious city and making fortunes off of pickpocketing the overly trusting priests and the like. Not him though, he was onto them as soon as he hit, what, ten maybe? So, he wasn't about to let some tourist or newcomer to the country in the clouds rip him off.
He stopped in front of the airship he was getting on. The silly thing was? Kristoph hadn't even looked at his ticket to see where he was going. He'd gone up to the first person he saw scalping tickets they didn't want anymore and bought them. It hadn't mattered where he was going, and for one of the first times in his life he had felt spontaneity. The boy had gone through all one hundred twenty three years of his life in a drone state, just doing what he was supposed to to advance through the system. He had been taught not to live life on the edge, otherwise you would be out of place. So here he was, breaking out of every mold he'd ever had. Stomping on his comfort zone and throwing it out the window.
Clearing his throat, he eyed the shipmate that was standing in front of the loading ramp with ticket clutched in his hand. The man stood in front of the ship with confidence exuding from himself, arms crossed and feet spread shoulder length apart. Confidence- a trait Kristoph wasn't readily showing as he slouched, thin frame looking like he was going to blow away with a strong gust. He swallowed down the lump in his throat as the doubts wriggled their way into the edges of his head. The boy had managed to stride through the trip without second thought, until just now as he looked at the other man. The other was so ready for anything, strong enough to fend off monsters, and skilled enough to sail an airship with ease. Here he was, a middle class kid who'd grown up quite literally with his head in the clouds, only knowing the world by the textbooks.
Sure, he knew say, what a Candriel was. A fearsome and huge wildcat. But he'd been shocked by the size of a horse the first time he had ever seen one- how could his mind's eye possibly conjure up a proper sizing of the more fantastical of creatures? Shaking his head as if to push away these thoughts, he shook the ticket a little before strolling up to the shipmate and holding out his ticket. A grin, cocky, despite himself, spread on his face when the other asked if he knew where he was going. <b>“I,”</b> he announced, “Am out of here.”
Country of Origin: Aurcaele
Country of Residence: Aurcaele
# of Characters: None
Gender: Male
Race: Adusen
Character Age: 155
Height/Build: 5'7"/100 lbs - Skinny
Character Appearance: Kristoph is gangly, in spite of all the assurances from adults that he would fill out his height while he was still growing. Instead, he's mostly bones and not much mass, standing taller than most humans and weighing less as well. The advantage of his weight, however, is that he's fast- running comes as easy as breathing to him. As such, he tends to wear slouchy, slightly baggy clothing for a few reasons. Loose clothing is easy to move around in, and it usually helps hide his size, as well as just being comfortable. If Kristoph was any worse about his love of too-big clothing, it would be completely impossible to get him dressed up. Not that it's an easy feat. He would rather show up to a formal event in what he wears daily, figuring that the quality of the cloth is good enough for such.
One could say the only thing harder than putting Kristoph in a suit is seeing him with neat hair. The pale red locks are usually askew, if only slightly. The fine hair is more often than not sticking up at odd angles, only tamed by the second thought finger coming it receives in the morning as Kristoph runs out the door to his job. His freckly ears turn out slightly, making them pronounced around his hair. This bugs him to no end, making it a nervous habit when he's lying or trying to impress to smooth the crooks in his ears. He feels like people stare specifically at his ears- as well as the light freckles on his cheeks.
His face, in part, contradicts his slight frame with a strong chin and jaw. The rest of it however, is soft and almost boyish in it's appearance. Kristoph's eyebrows are light, almost not there in sunlight, and his eyes are equally pale. A pale gold, that is, the color could be compared to honey, or the pollen from a flower in spring, rimmed dark around the iris. When the Adusen is especially emotional, people tell him they practically glow. The color makes for an intimidating stare, which is bad for someone who has the tendency to stare off into space. More than once, he's been reprimanded for glaring, when he didn't even realize someone was in his line of sight. His eyes are rimmed with thick blonde-red lashes.
Special Power/Ability: None
Personality: Ever cynical, Kristoph doesn't readily believe in much. Despite having grown up in Githroh, the religious capital, or perhaps, because of living in the religious capital of the world, he dislikes organized religion. Who knows why- too many religious recruiters harassing him as a kid. Because of his cynicism, he has a hard time seeing people as the same person after finding out they conflict with some core belief of his own, making many people think of himself as jaded whenever he voices these opinions. Even though, he still treats them equally, and has befriended people from every walk of life along his way.
Kristoph is often blunt, and loves to get into debates with people. Not that he goes looking for them, since his sharp tongue usually gets people angry with him instead of engaged in said debate, but the leisurely competition suits him. He hates when people beat around the bush about things- if someone asks if the outfit they're wearing makes them look fat, and it does? It's out there for the world to know that he does indeed think they look like a sausage, swine, whatever comparison he decides to use.
When in an especially pressing situation, despite all of his other bravado, a stutter comes out. This is only in the worst of places, so it doesn't happen very often, and is easily concealable otherwise. Kristoph does horribly in situations he thinks could get him into trouble, becoming jittery and nervous. Because of this, he tends to avoid these like the plague. When he says something particularly scathing to someone without thinking, and he knows that they could give him proper hell, he quickly backpedals. However, all his nerves are in his head- if he thinks the person doesn't matter, and won't threaten him, its his usual brash self all over the place.
Sexual Orientation: Undecided
Likes: Dogs – They're loyal, and friendly, making up for his own personality. He had a dog growing up, that passed away when he was fourteen. As such, he often acts aloof towards the creatures, despite his ever there affection for them.
Magic – He's fascinated by any and all forms of it. The fact he can only control light disappoints him greatly, and would love to know how all magic works.
Twilight – The light quality of twilight hours has been loved by Kristoph ever since he was little. Something about the contrast between the golds of daytime and the night creeping along half of the sky had always been amazing. He's usually up in the morning to see it, and watch the sun come up.
Sweets – The kid loves his sweets. Any and all kinds are good with him.
Exotic foods – Kristoph is all for trying new things, and the first thing he does when he goes into a country is find a local restaurant.
Dislikes: Bugs – Insects didn't live in great abundance in Auraclae, so they are new to him. The eerie bodies creep him out. Instead of killing them himself, though, he usually has to find someone else to smash it for him.
Organized Religion – Don't get Kristoph wrong, he loves the idea of a god, and believes in a higher power. But this whole organized religion business gets him riled up. He thinks its corrupt, and a way to control the masses.
Nuns – They hold a special place in the Adusen's heart, striking their own personal chord of built in nervousness. Female religious clergy in general.
Wooden bats, rulers, and other implements – these things leave nasty bruises.
History: Kristoph's family life growing up could be seen as normal. Part of the upper middle class, with a nice house and kind parents, he couldn't really complain. Except maybe the number of siblings he had- middle child of nine, it was quite the competition for attention sometimes. The only defining features as five out of nine was that his intelligence excelled over the rest of his siblings and an especial knack for manipulating light. He graced his classes, not bothering to do any work at home, because he knew he would pass the test with flying colors. However, with seven sisters and his single brother who all had been relatively gifted with his parents' intellect, almost all of them excelled in some field or other.
He certainly stood out a bit more, though, when his blunt self came out of the closet as blatantly as he possibly could as a young boy. An annoying, blonde little girl in pigtails had come up to him in class and asked him to take her to some public outing or other when he was a mere 95. Looking at her for a moment, he simply told her in the most polite of words he could have possibly used for himself, 'I would never date a girl, because I don't prefer that gender.' Flashing a curt smile, Kristoph spun around and sat in his chair, not giving the girl a second thought. However, the town would certainly be giving him a second thought.
As the melting pot of dozens of different religions, there wasn't much room for 'sinful' behavior. And, most of the ever caring advocates agree- any hint of homosexuality is not okay. The teacher came to their house that day during lunch, while Kristoph was still playing to explain the situation. As the caring parents they are, they held fast and said it was perfectly okay with them, and it was surely just a phase. The teachers didn't think so. Word got out fairly quick, and many took their own action to try and snip the problem as a bud, as they say. From fellow students to various teachers, to the 'street saviors' as was the nickname deemed by Kristoph for the converters on the walking paths, people would try to bully, lecture, and preach the sin out of him.
With such, Kristoph pushed through school as fast as he could, finishing his schooling at sixteen. Ahead of a few of his older siblings, he left the house quickly after graduation with nothing other than the money in his pocket. He bounced around, exploring all of the places he'd heard of in books and classes. Scraping by, he did small little jobs as he went to get enough money for inn rooms and food. If he decided he liked a town more than another, he'd find a longer term working arrangement. Kristoph is sure he would like to settle down at some point, but he needs to find a place with enough excitement, and people to get along with.
Base Stats: Strength: 5
Dexterity: 15
Wisdom: 0
Luck: 0
EXP: 0
Health: 10
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Roleplay Example: Kristoph let out a breathless laugh, jogging along the chilly path. It was cold, colder than he'd expected. His breath puffed out in frosty clouds as he went- he would take a sweater out of his backpack, but he couldn't afford to be late. The port town in Aurcaele- he was almost out, almost free. He couldn't help but swivel his head to look behind him at the crowded path, as if taunting the world he was leaving. Even though he'd lived here in this country all his life, though, he couldn't help but looking every which way in the port city- he'd lived in Githroh, and his family had never seen the need to go much anywhere else. Bright colors from different street shoppes called out boldly to announce the wares in all their vibrancy. People of the same level of variance, with different hair styles and skin and dress all bustled along, leaving the Adusen feeling ever so plain.
But no longer! He pushed onto his assigned dock, headed to somewhere wildly new and exciting! Thought's spinning off in overly grandiose paths, the boy swung around people, a thoughtful hand resting on the bundle of money in his pocket and the other clutching his ticket in his hand. Even in Githroh, perhaps especially in Githroh, he would run into plenty of delinquents trying to stay under the radar in the religious city and making fortunes off of pickpocketing the overly trusting priests and the like. Not him though, he was onto them as soon as he hit, what, ten maybe? So, he wasn't about to let some tourist or newcomer to the country in the clouds rip him off.
He stopped in front of the airship he was getting on. The silly thing was? Kristoph hadn't even looked at his ticket to see where he was going. He'd gone up to the first person he saw scalping tickets they didn't want anymore and bought them. It hadn't mattered where he was going, and for one of the first times in his life he had felt spontaneity. The boy had gone through all one hundred twenty three years of his life in a drone state, just doing what he was supposed to to advance through the system. He had been taught not to live life on the edge, otherwise you would be out of place. So here he was, breaking out of every mold he'd ever had. Stomping on his comfort zone and throwing it out the window.
Clearing his throat, he eyed the shipmate that was standing in front of the loading ramp with ticket clutched in his hand. The man stood in front of the ship with confidence exuding from himself, arms crossed and feet spread shoulder length apart. Confidence- a trait Kristoph wasn't readily showing as he slouched, thin frame looking like he was going to blow away with a strong gust. He swallowed down the lump in his throat as the doubts wriggled their way into the edges of his head. The boy had managed to stride through the trip without second thought, until just now as he looked at the other man. The other was so ready for anything, strong enough to fend off monsters, and skilled enough to sail an airship with ease. Here he was, a middle class kid who'd grown up quite literally with his head in the clouds, only knowing the world by the textbooks.
Sure, he knew say, what a Candriel was. A fearsome and huge wildcat. But he'd been shocked by the size of a horse the first time he had ever seen one- how could his mind's eye possibly conjure up a proper sizing of the more fantastical of creatures? Shaking his head as if to push away these thoughts, he shook the ticket a little before strolling up to the shipmate and holding out his ticket. A grin, cocky, despite himself, spread on his face when the other asked if he knew where he was going. <b>“I,”</b> he announced, “Am out of here.”
Country of Origin: Aurcaele
Country of Residence: Aurcaele
# of Characters: None
