Name: Faquel Voct Tendrancy
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Race: Angel
Personality: As all youth, Faquel is quiet oblivious to almost everything and can never stop asking questions, which drives most people around him crazy. Around his own kind, its near impossible to close his mouth for a second. However, but him around people of a completely different race and he'll be lost for words. He still shares his kind's shyness, but his is slightly more extreme. Meaning, if you stuck Faquel in one of the squares of a human village, he'd most likely have a panic attack. Breaking through to him to find whats under the surface isn't nessecary, you only have to spend about 5 minutes with him, then his curiosity takes over. As said before, be prepared for an onslaughter of questions. In general, Faquel radiates a sort of quiet kindness bout him, as hard as it is to believe. He's a pacafist of sorts, rather wanting to nagotiate a situation than to handle it with brute force. But just because he likes talking over fighting doesn't mean he doesn't know HOW to fight. After being abandoned by his parents, Faquel had to learn how to defend himself and he's become quiet handy with a knife, dagger, or any sort of short sword.
Appearance: Faquel stands at 4 feet and three inches, a sort of slimness overlaying his features. His arms and legs are slightly long than most children his age, extending his reach to where his hands hang just below his hips and letting his legs add the three inches to his height. Many of his features in his chest and shoulders are defined by his bones, for there isn't even a hint of fat on his fragile body. Muscle wise, Faquel isn't weak but not really strong. In other words, if he hit you, it wouldn't do much. Faquel's face is the most notable thing about him. His small, sharp nose and slightly pointed ears stick out from the rest of his features. His checks seem hollow due to his very slim build, and his neck is tin like the rest of his limbs. Faquel's hair is a copper tinted color, an unusual color, since most of his race carries colors of silver, gold, or steel. His eyes are almost the same color of his hair, but instead a slightly deeper color, containing the same sharp look as the rest of his face. His Marking covers the left side of his face, centering on his temple and spreading out in long tendrils. Faquel's wings are made of long, thin feathers ranging from grey to black. Just like his arms and legs, the actual apendages of his wings are very skinny but are completely made of muscle around the bone, allowing him to glide for long distances or carry his body weight straight up about thirty feet before becoming exhausted.
History: Faquel was like anyother angel child. He played. He cryed. He asked questions. There wasn't much else to do in his small existence in the world. Faquel's parents and himself lived in a with a small group of others in a mountian range near Groaknia. The grouping of angels never had much contact to many other races, including other angels outside the range of their mountians. However, many years before Faquel's birth, a family of Chaotic Wraiths attacked the angels in on their mountian, enraged by a group of humans that had destroyed their nests nearby. The angels were virtually defenseless at this sudden asseult, the Wraiths slaughtering quite a few before they recovered from their rage and retreated. This had left a deep hatred of dragons in general for them, so you can understand why Faquel's parents were dismayed when he was "Marked" at birth.
Faquel was not alive at the time the dragons attack, so he didn't share the hatred of them form his people. This lead him to ask, as he was growing up, why his mother always rapped a bandage around the left side his face, covering the black mark the spread across it like the plauge. His mother, not having the heart to tell him the truth, told him it was so the other children would treat him normally, but the bandage itself still caused the others to snicker at him behind his back. One day, one of Faquel's friends demanded to know what was under his bandage. Faquel stated that it was because his face had a never healing wound. This sparked a round of argueing and shouting until someone gripped Faquel's bandage and ripped it from his face. Three days later, Faquel was found walking from his only home, onlookers watching him go with glares glued to the face and hatred burning in their eyes. Faquel's parents weeped at his going, saying the never wished that this would befall him.
Did they have a choice? Did he EVER have a choice? It wasn't like he could have choose weither or not to have the Mark. It was his destiny, and it wasn't going to change.
Bonded: To be filled...
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Race: Angel
Personality: As all youth, Faquel is quiet oblivious to almost everything and can never stop asking questions, which drives most people around him crazy. Around his own kind, its near impossible to close his mouth for a second. However, but him around people of a completely different race and he'll be lost for words. He still shares his kind's shyness, but his is slightly more extreme. Meaning, if you stuck Faquel in one of the squares of a human village, he'd most likely have a panic attack. Breaking through to him to find whats under the surface isn't nessecary, you only have to spend about 5 minutes with him, then his curiosity takes over. As said before, be prepared for an onslaughter of questions. In general, Faquel radiates a sort of quiet kindness bout him, as hard as it is to believe. He's a pacafist of sorts, rather wanting to nagotiate a situation than to handle it with brute force. But just because he likes talking over fighting doesn't mean he doesn't know HOW to fight. After being abandoned by his parents, Faquel had to learn how to defend himself and he's become quiet handy with a knife, dagger, or any sort of short sword.
Appearance: Faquel stands at 4 feet and three inches, a sort of slimness overlaying his features. His arms and legs are slightly long than most children his age, extending his reach to where his hands hang just below his hips and letting his legs add the three inches to his height. Many of his features in his chest and shoulders are defined by his bones, for there isn't even a hint of fat on his fragile body. Muscle wise, Faquel isn't weak but not really strong. In other words, if he hit you, it wouldn't do much. Faquel's face is the most notable thing about him. His small, sharp nose and slightly pointed ears stick out from the rest of his features. His checks seem hollow due to his very slim build, and his neck is tin like the rest of his limbs. Faquel's hair is a copper tinted color, an unusual color, since most of his race carries colors of silver, gold, or steel. His eyes are almost the same color of his hair, but instead a slightly deeper color, containing the same sharp look as the rest of his face. His Marking covers the left side of his face, centering on his temple and spreading out in long tendrils. Faquel's wings are made of long, thin feathers ranging from grey to black. Just like his arms and legs, the actual apendages of his wings are very skinny but are completely made of muscle around the bone, allowing him to glide for long distances or carry his body weight straight up about thirty feet before becoming exhausted.
History: Faquel was like anyother angel child. He played. He cryed. He asked questions. There wasn't much else to do in his small existence in the world. Faquel's parents and himself lived in a with a small group of others in a mountian range near Groaknia. The grouping of angels never had much contact to many other races, including other angels outside the range of their mountians. However, many years before Faquel's birth, a family of Chaotic Wraiths attacked the angels in on their mountian, enraged by a group of humans that had destroyed their nests nearby. The angels were virtually defenseless at this sudden asseult, the Wraiths slaughtering quite a few before they recovered from their rage and retreated. This had left a deep hatred of dragons in general for them, so you can understand why Faquel's parents were dismayed when he was "Marked" at birth.
Faquel was not alive at the time the dragons attack, so he didn't share the hatred of them form his people. This lead him to ask, as he was growing up, why his mother always rapped a bandage around the left side his face, covering the black mark the spread across it like the plauge. His mother, not having the heart to tell him the truth, told him it was so the other children would treat him normally, but the bandage itself still caused the others to snicker at him behind his back. One day, one of Faquel's friends demanded to know what was under his bandage. Faquel stated that it was because his face had a never healing wound. This sparked a round of argueing and shouting until someone gripped Faquel's bandage and ripped it from his face. Three days later, Faquel was found walking from his only home, onlookers watching him go with glares glued to the face and hatred burning in their eyes. Faquel's parents weeped at his going, saying the never wished that this would befall him.
Did they have a choice? Did he EVER have a choice? It wasn't like he could have choose weither or not to have the Mark. It was his destiny, and it wasn't going to change.
Bonded: To be filled...