Name:
Sylvester Garza
Gender:
Male
Age:
24
Role:
Bound
Appearance:
It's not the first time Slyvester has been called 'pretty', not handsome just 'pretty'. Standing at 5'6 and weighing about 180 pounds Slyvester obtains
black wavy hair, not yet shoulder length but not above his ears. Slyvester has enchanting almond shaped forest green eyes with dash of blue , a heart shaped head with thick full lips colored in a bright light shade of pleasant pink, thick dark eyebrows that always seem to deem curious. It's not a lie that he has big hands that always seem rather warm even in cold days, he also has sparse eyelashes, and his teeth are somewhat im prefect, and you'd know because he always seems to be smiling a tad bit, even in the worst of times, I believe he's a happy person.Slyvester prefers light clothing to dark, he often wears fitted clothes he prefers them to loose clothing. Overall Slyvester has a medium build, a fair complexion rather on the dark side but fair. Slyvester has a small nose and big thick fingers, he also looks rather healthy for a slave.
Personality:
There are multiple sides to Slyvester, he can be cruel and cold and he can be charming and inviting, it happens to be which side you get most people get his charming and inviting side. Slyvester is pleasant and chatty, he sees the good in people when no one else can, he likes to listen at times but also likes to speak. Slyvester is sneaky and nosy he likes to put his nose where it doesn't belong but that doesn't mean he cannot be good friends with you, Slyvester has a temper, that he tries to control he can get viciously mad at times and it makes him do things he usually wouldn't do Slyvester is overall a happy person.
Fears:
Slyvester has his fears, moderate average fears but indeed they are fears,
He's generally afraid of dying, he's afraid of heights, moderate like I said before but they are still fears.
Strengths:
Slyvester is a decent cleaner and cook although it takes a toll on his health he can do Physical labor very well. Very fast, often thinks of witty things to get him out of situation.
Weaknesses:
When he's nervous his words break apart and his ears flush red.
He cannot fight back.
He trusts too easily.
Origins: Already part of the house hold
History:
Slyvester was born of royalty a small country, Kavita. His parents raised him to be loyal and fair to others, to not particapate in violence and such but when invaders from another country dashed into Kavita, it was hell in earth, nobody could protect themselves or family, Kavita was endless, the queen and king were brutally murder, but Slyvester doesn't know that he thinks that they are still out there, that was a couple years ago and Kavita is slowly getting back to normal or at least now having protection around it's firm grounds, Kavita is currently under new rule.
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[left]Roleplay Sample:
The day was cloudy and looked as if the heavens were about to poor they're waters.
The city of Kavita was under attack, being raded and it's people shipped away.
A swarm of people where running now, running across gunshots were heard and some dropped down, people where carried away and Slyvester was in the middle of the commotion, the child was old enough to know to run but young enough to stay and watch. Slyvester was watching confused in the warfare until clammy meaty hands wrapped around his mouth, he whelped, whining and crying until he could shed no more tears.
The man threw him into a carriage and begun to talk with some other man, they had the same rough appearance.
"This one could get some coins." said the one that captured him.
"He's still a child James, nobody buys children.'
"Well he can grow in the household, plus I believe he's royalty, all them fancy gold 'ecklaces and such."
The two men made there way into the cardiage and poor Slyvester was helplessly asleep.
"Ahh the lad be asleepin'."
"Better so I don't have my ears bleeding from his cries."
And they exploded with laughter, the laughs like shattered glass on marble floor wickedly painful.
The one called James laughed and said to his friend. "He's a keeper.' with a secretive grin.
