Post by invincabal on Jan 6, 2016 6:16:58 GMT -7
About:
Piero has been living in Cloud City for most of his life, his parents were slightly better off and could afford to have him attend a prestigious college of music, there he learned quite a bit about music and the world in general. He could hardly believe that Cloud City is , but a small part of this expansive world, but was content in just hearing about it from his piers, his friends or his family writing short songs about what he heard.
But in the recent years things have changed drastically, whit the portal to Rook open many of his friends, some of his family and even a few of his favorite teachers left Cloud city presumably to learn more about the world, to seek fame and fortune or just to try and better their lives. From this Piero decided that he to would leave this bustling yet empty city, to try and experience and the tales he heard about, especially in these past few years. And hopefully live to tell about them.
Rook is a interesting place, especially if one wants to hear many tales of brave(or foolish) adventurers defying the odds and coming out on top in the most deadly of situations, though deadly might be a strong word since many of them seemed to have died at least once. Some even joke around who has the highest death count. This place is excellent for anyone wanting to spin epic tales of great victories, and that's what Piero intends to do, to be able to create masterpieces that would steal the hearths of even the legendary figures. Of course that's a long way to go, and there isn't a lack of competition, hearing of adventurers that sing songs or play music that attracts both angels and devils to the audience is a feat he hopes one day to achieve.
But now, quite a difficult test awaits him. Piero has never killed a another, while he can shot a bow with some skill, he fears going out into the wilds, tales of other would be adventurers that die and don't actually return are also not uncommon, but most adventures happen in groups and hopefully he can find a competent one that would not die green lizards.
Description:
A 5'4ft young looking boy with white hair, considerably lighter skin than most humans and heterochromic eyes, left one is blue while the right one is green.
He wears white, clean clothing carries around a harp alongside his other equipment. When playing the harp or singing even fire around the him seems to dance. Looking at his face, malice is the last word that would come to mind, most of the time he seems to be in his own world, talking to himself while humming a melody.
Piero has been living in Cloud City for most of his life, his parents were slightly better off and could afford to have him attend a prestigious college of music, there he learned quite a bit about music and the world in general. He could hardly believe that Cloud City is , but a small part of this expansive world, but was content in just hearing about it from his piers, his friends or his family writing short songs about what he heard.
But in the recent years things have changed drastically, whit the portal to Rook open many of his friends, some of his family and even a few of his favorite teachers left Cloud city presumably to learn more about the world, to seek fame and fortune or just to try and better their lives. From this Piero decided that he to would leave this bustling yet empty city, to try and experience and the tales he heard about, especially in these past few years. And hopefully live to tell about them.
Rook is a interesting place, especially if one wants to hear many tales of brave(or foolish) adventurers defying the odds and coming out on top in the most deadly of situations, though deadly might be a strong word since many of them seemed to have died at least once. Some even joke around who has the highest death count. This place is excellent for anyone wanting to spin epic tales of great victories, and that's what Piero intends to do, to be able to create masterpieces that would steal the hearths of even the legendary figures. Of course that's a long way to go, and there isn't a lack of competition, hearing of adventurers that sing songs or play music that attracts both angels and devils to the audience is a feat he hopes one day to achieve.
But now, quite a difficult test awaits him. Piero has never killed a another, while he can shot a bow with some skill, he fears going out into the wilds, tales of other would be adventurers that die and don't actually return are also not uncommon, but most adventures happen in groups and hopefully he can find a competent one that would not die green lizards.
Description:
A 5'4ft young looking boy with white hair, considerably lighter skin than most humans and heterochromic eyes, left one is blue while the right one is green.
He wears white, clean clothing carries around a harp alongside his other equipment. When playing the harp or singing even fire around the him seems to dance. Looking at his face, malice is the last word that would come to mind, most of the time he seems to be in his own world, talking to himself while humming a melody.