Name: Eli Ronn
Nickname(s): None
Race: "Alien"
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Pyrrhic
Orrientation: Homosexual
Romantic Interest: N\A
Residence: Some rundown apartment was the best he could do.
Appearence:
Personality: He's rather reckless for such an intelligent thing. He's clumsy, but makes up for it in words--silver tongue, they call it. Not too mention his voice is somewhat of silk, some kind of deep husky sound even when scared. Which is usually alot. He's easily moved, and cries more than a man should, but he'll stay strong for anybody who needs it. He's a good man throughout, and only when angered does the hues of grey stand out like flames revolving around his pupils. Though rare, because it usually just transitions into tears or him secluding himself and brooding over something pointless. He's emotional for a Pyrrhic, and he knows it.
He attempts to hide it through 'skills' his father taught him. Breathing excersises, soothing music, anything he can get his hands on. He's convinced himself he will never be man like his father, but a boy who couldn't stand up for himself. A boy who is easily knocked down, and only harder to get up each time. He can live with bruised hands, but words would always hurt him more than sticks and stones. It doesn't help that he was born with a weak body. Poor stamina and ever worse breathing; he couldn't go a day without the rest of his friends.
Well, he thought he couldn't.
Family:His Father and Mother
Tattoos: None.
Other: He has a very weak body.
Nickname(s): None
Race: "Alien"
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Pyrrhic
Orrientation: Homosexual
Romantic Interest: N\A
Residence: Some rundown apartment was the best he could do.
Appearence:
Personality: He's rather reckless for such an intelligent thing. He's clumsy, but makes up for it in words--silver tongue, they call it. Not too mention his voice is somewhat of silk, some kind of deep husky sound even when scared. Which is usually alot. He's easily moved, and cries more than a man should, but he'll stay strong for anybody who needs it. He's a good man throughout, and only when angered does the hues of grey stand out like flames revolving around his pupils. Though rare, because it usually just transitions into tears or him secluding himself and brooding over something pointless. He's emotional for a Pyrrhic, and he knows it.
He attempts to hide it through 'skills' his father taught him. Breathing excersises, soothing music, anything he can get his hands on. He's convinced himself he will never be man like his father, but a boy who couldn't stand up for himself. A boy who is easily knocked down, and only harder to get up each time. He can live with bruised hands, but words would always hurt him more than sticks and stones. It doesn't help that he was born with a weak body. Poor stamina and ever worse breathing; he couldn't go a day without the rest of his friends.
Well, he thought he couldn't.
Family:His Father and Mother
Tattoos: None.
Other: He has a very weak body.