“Know your enemy. Know yourself. Only then may you achieve victory."
NICKNAME:
He isn't a stranger to the crueler names society has given him - due to his previous soldiering career, wanderlust tendencies, and limited sight - seemingly taking it all in stride with a vindictive grimace. But to receive an honest, real, and appreciative smile, call him Septimus.
AGE & GENDER:
Early-Twenties assumed (not the type to give out such information readily) | Male
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
6'1", 166lbs. A fine, tall young man with handsome features, and a noble mien – that can draw the attention of the room quickly, whether he intends to or not. Hair a mess of haphazard curls and waves amongst and mixed with straight locks; almost black in the shadows, yet by stepping into the light becomes a rich brown. Eyes weary brown, fading to black without an obviously discernable pupil, and are blind. Is often covered in a fair share of fresh scrapes, cuts, and bruises; however his most noticeable scar would be the gas / chemical-like burns speckling across his eyes and face (the cause of his blindness) from an encounter from his soldiering past – the paler, scared skin can become red and irritated with too many hours spent about in direct sun. Rarely seen without his water-shedding leather boots and coat that have handled many the rainstorm or muddy hovel, and typically dresses like any conservative gentleman from Constance would.
HOME WORLD & ETHNICITY:
Aires | Constantine
Constance’s preferred language(s) sound like a generic hashing on the earthly Native American tribes. Thus when speaking TRK Common as a second-language, his voice is similar to an reservation accent – developed over decades of segregation and isolation where they had to listen to heavily accented speech of elders instead of varieties of “English” found beyond their domains. Often slips between both easily enough, which can be confusing holding a long-winded conversation with him.
❖ STEELY ❖ WILY ❖ FAITHFUL ❖
❖ CAUTIOUS ❖ SENSIBLE ❖ CHARISMATIC ❖
Calm, calculating, and clever. Septimus values silence more so than brilliant words and loud speeches. He is quiet, speaking little – each word carefully drawn-out, thoughtfully and artfully educated, conveying more into fewer words – and rarely ever starts a conversation; but can be rather pleasant to hold a conversation with a smile on his face and the use of laughter not often far behind. Sweet tempered as a lamb, he is rarely unkind to most people (regardless of how they might treat him); but also as fierce of heart as a lion, causing him to have a distinct lack of trust amongst strangers until you grow to know him better. Septimus is loyal to those that fight with and stand by him, and is honor-bound to what is right and true.
THE LAUGHING MEN: Without a doubt, Hales is the scientific and technological superpower of Aires, and it should come as no surprise when such advancements also appear in the theater of war. Not always, but often pitted against The Rose Kingdom (and her quota of conscripted men from Constance). Battles are often well-documented from both sides, yet sometimes, events are decided to be better left out of the histories all together and reserved for discussion under a hushed whispers, or keeping naughty children in line… Septimus was blinded, lungs burning as he turned his head away from the false fog, wrenching wildly at his charger’s reins to control the beast’s staggering panic - as if it wasn’t sure if it wanted to buck him off, or bolt for the distant hills. It was startling quiet for the briefest of moments, almost painful in the silence; and he could see nothing, only a mad confusion of color dancing in his eyes. Then came the hysterical wail of laughter, orders frantically shouted and lost, equine’s screaming, men dying losing their minds… For a good enough reason.
FACE CLAIM
Sam Riley
USERNAME
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