Description
Nickname- Truth (due to the irony of life)
Age- 15
Sex- Male
Weight- 120 pounds, thin and slender
Hair- Medium length, dyed blue-black and brushed across his eyes a lot or hardened with hairspray, kept clean.
Eyes- Dark amber, but he uses contacts a lot to make them look interesting. The kind that can turn them white, rainbow, or really weird.
Skin- He???s always wearing long sleeves and pants, so he???s pretty pale, but not in an unhealthy way. His skin is clear most of the time, unless he???s stressed.
Posture- He???s a very shy person, and doesn???t want to stand out. He slouches a lot and looks even smaller as he blends into crowds. When he stands up straight it???s like a miracle.
Clothes- Mostly black and white and grey in between, with the occasional red. He likes a layered look and wears short sleeved shirts over long sleeved ones a lot and hoodies. He also prefers studded belts, skinny jeans, and converse. He likes wristbands, has a earring, and wears a black collar with about three links of a chain hanging from it. He also likes armbands and steel toed boots.
Gesture- He keeps his hands in his pockets, or hidden under extra long sleeves. But if he???s excited while telling someone something, he moves his hands to the story. Carefully etching out pictures in the air to help explain what he means.
Walk- He tends to have a steady pace, always leaning slightly to the left, and hunched over. Sometimes he walks without bending his knees,. Or bending them too much. A silly walking game he???s done since he was a kid.
Personality
Attitude:
Normal Emotional State- He???s pretty good at pretending a positive attitude, but sometimes he can???t stand any of it and ditches school to drink. He tries at his work and it shows, and his teachers find him pleasant, and give him room when he needs to be alone. They???re very tolerant of his emotional state. Basically emo.
Life Outlook- His outlook on life is fairly pessimistic, he???s not good at seeing the bright side of things, and the first thing his does when something is wrong is turns to his friends for support. Instead of seeing his glass as half full, he sees it as half empty.
Vocal:
Quality- He talks softly, his voice like the sound of papers rustling together, pages being turned in a book. But the pages are old and rough, emitting a louder but still soft sound.
Phrasing- When he speaks he takes a quick pause between sentences, as if checking that what he said is right and contemplating what he???s about to say next, constantly making sure he says nothing to offend someone.
Tempo- He keeps it low, and rarely ever raises it high than just below a normal speaking level.
Equipment
He is a high school student, he doesn't require equipment.
History
Family- He has a mother, but his dad died in a motorcycle accident when he was eleven, and he was on the motorcycle too when it happened. His younger sister died in childbirth, having been born three months early. He used to have a dog, but it turned out his mom was allergic, so they put him in the pound. All his grandparents are dead, and no other relations except for an annoying rich aunt.
Childhood- He grew up close to his father, doing normal son and father things. Once his father died, he put all his attention on school work for a while, then decided nothing was worth it and dropped it all. That was about the time his dog was sent to the pound. He ignored his mother, cut himself for a while. Cried at night, went out in town at night, walking and searching for something.
Traumatic Events- After his father died, he was crushed. He kept reliving the final moments in his mind over and over again, remembering the mangled body that was his father. His mom drinks alcohol now and occassionally beats him. His girlfriend Madeline committed suicide seven months ago.
So begins...
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."