Post by Aleron on Dec 9, 2014 12:40:06 GMT -7
Character Name: Anton Delrose
Description:
He cuts a striking figure, that is for certain. A wave of long, blonde hair spills down his back, often caught in the wind and whipping about much like a golden cape. His bright, blue eyes are piercing and sharp, gazing out below a dark, exceptionally wide-brimmed hat. The gentle smirk on his lips is one of light-hearted amusement and impish glee. His voice is musical in itself, capable of a truly wide range of notes and shows both inherent talent for the arts combined with years of practice.
If that were not enough, his clothes are equally made to draw the attention to himself with every pieces dyed a deep, jet black with numerous highlights of crimson, gold, and royal purple. The glint of jewellery completes the package, his deep love for it evident due to the numerous shining rings, sparkling trinkets, and glimmering necklaces he wears. His left hand has been inked with a beautiful series of tattoos depicting green runic writing and verdant plant growth. Those that look closely might notice part of the runes in particular seem to glow brilliantly on occasion and that even when wearing gloves or something to cover his hand the runic tattoo is often still visible.
Personality:
Anton is a performer and lover of the spotlight, his expressions and personality fitting the clothes he wears perfectly, bright yet with an air of mystery. Those that interact with him find he deeply loves humor, including puns and wordplay. It is the darkest times when he shines the brightest, attempting to lift his allies spirits and pull them through with a smile and a wink. This is without a doubt his greatest strength and weakness as while it is near impossible to discourage him, he is also prone to perhaps not being as cautious as he should be and taking things in stride too much sometimes. He is a lover of both the arts and mysteries, his curiosity especially keen towards matters of fey and spirits.
Background:
You'd like to hear my story hmm? Very well...
There once was a father who was a traveling musician and performer named Tyran. He also was a shameless flirt and lover of many different women. As such, he sired a great many children over the years suffice to say, but for this tale we focus on only a pair of the many potential offspring he fathered.
Due to Tyran's constant travel due to his line of work, most of his children were raised by single parents. One of these boys was a lad named Anton. Despite the father being...less than ideal, Anton's mother, Irena, still loved him deeply and regaled Anton as he grew with stories of his father's travels and shared with him the father's love of music and the arts. The short times that Tyran spent with them in the tiny village of Vaud were extremely happy times for both of them. Anton especially, as his father had been elevated to a legend in the boy's mind, despite the man's flaws and undeniable wanderlust.
It was during one such trip when Anton was around but 7 years of age that his father arrived, though not alone like the times before. Another young boy rode in front of him on the horse. Anton and the boy, who was named Sylenas, quickly became close friends, despite the other boy's strange, pointed ears and slimmer build. While Anton was never really told the circumstances behind his staying with them, the boy was eventually accepted as his brother and into the small family as a whole. They lived happily together for the most part, with the boys displaying that their father's talent had indeed been passed down to each of them to some degree. For Anton it was his beautiful, ringing voice and Sylenas played the violin with precision and haunting grace.
The pair's passion for music fed each others interest and they often went for long walks in the woods near their village, singing and playing instruments with skill that grew with each passing year. It was shortly after Anton turned 12 that tragedy struck swiftly. While on one of their walks the boys simply disappeared without a trace. Rumours circulated in the village quickly, especially regarding the legends of fey in the woods spiriting away children that misbehaved...
The mother was beside herself with grief and worry. She organized searches and even tried hiring adventurers with her meager belongings for weeks...then months. None returned with any sign of the boys.
It was a year and a day after they vanished the boys suddenly showed back up in the village, seeming puzzled to why everyone was suddenly so worked up. They didn't seem to recall anything strange during their walk, though neither could they explain the strange tattoo-like marking on Anton's left hand which occasionally glowed with brilliant flashes of green or white light. Not to mention the boys sometimes started speaking in a tongue only the pair of them seemed to understand (at least in the village) and the mother didn't mention the times she passed by one of their rooms and heard Anton speaking seemingly only to himself...
The village itself put up the boys for another 3 or so years, but concerns during that time their worries mounted steadily. There was sightings of a swift, mysterious beast in the woods with a glowing rune upon its chest that supposedly matched the one on Anton's hand. Something dark and sinister...or so they said. If the pair were to remain it would be dangerous for everyone in Vaud and surely invite tragedy or the possibility of more children being stolen away and perhaps not so lucky to return like the brothers.
Eventually one night the superstitions got the best of the villagers and as they crowded around the small home with torches. There they heard the pair playing music for their mother and her joyous laughter echoing throughout the tiny home. Their hearts fell at the thought of what they might have done. As a result, what might have otherwise turned bloody, was resolved peacefully as the Elder of the village brought the concerns before the mother and two 'boys', now young men, and asked that they leave the village. They were certainly of age, after all.
While their mother was distraught, understandably so, the boys were quiet and eventually acquiesced to the request to leave. Wanderlust had struck their souls and they had been pining for awhile to set out and spread their love of music throughout the lands. So it was that Anton and his brother left their village on mostly friendly terms and promised to write their mother often, which they do even to this very day.
Description:
He cuts a striking figure, that is for certain. A wave of long, blonde hair spills down his back, often caught in the wind and whipping about much like a golden cape. His bright, blue eyes are piercing and sharp, gazing out below a dark, exceptionally wide-brimmed hat. The gentle smirk on his lips is one of light-hearted amusement and impish glee. His voice is musical in itself, capable of a truly wide range of notes and shows both inherent talent for the arts combined with years of practice.
If that were not enough, his clothes are equally made to draw the attention to himself with every pieces dyed a deep, jet black with numerous highlights of crimson, gold, and royal purple. The glint of jewellery completes the package, his deep love for it evident due to the numerous shining rings, sparkling trinkets, and glimmering necklaces he wears. His left hand has been inked with a beautiful series of tattoos depicting green runic writing and verdant plant growth. Those that look closely might notice part of the runes in particular seem to glow brilliantly on occasion and that even when wearing gloves or something to cover his hand the runic tattoo is often still visible.
Personality:
Anton is a performer and lover of the spotlight, his expressions and personality fitting the clothes he wears perfectly, bright yet with an air of mystery. Those that interact with him find he deeply loves humor, including puns and wordplay. It is the darkest times when he shines the brightest, attempting to lift his allies spirits and pull them through with a smile and a wink. This is without a doubt his greatest strength and weakness as while it is near impossible to discourage him, he is also prone to perhaps not being as cautious as he should be and taking things in stride too much sometimes. He is a lover of both the arts and mysteries, his curiosity especially keen towards matters of fey and spirits.
Background:
You'd like to hear my story hmm? Very well...
There once was a father who was a traveling musician and performer named Tyran. He also was a shameless flirt and lover of many different women. As such, he sired a great many children over the years suffice to say, but for this tale we focus on only a pair of the many potential offspring he fathered.
Due to Tyran's constant travel due to his line of work, most of his children were raised by single parents. One of these boys was a lad named Anton. Despite the father being...less than ideal, Anton's mother, Irena, still loved him deeply and regaled Anton as he grew with stories of his father's travels and shared with him the father's love of music and the arts. The short times that Tyran spent with them in the tiny village of Vaud were extremely happy times for both of them. Anton especially, as his father had been elevated to a legend in the boy's mind, despite the man's flaws and undeniable wanderlust.
It was during one such trip when Anton was around but 7 years of age that his father arrived, though not alone like the times before. Another young boy rode in front of him on the horse. Anton and the boy, who was named Sylenas, quickly became close friends, despite the other boy's strange, pointed ears and slimmer build. While Anton was never really told the circumstances behind his staying with them, the boy was eventually accepted as his brother and into the small family as a whole. They lived happily together for the most part, with the boys displaying that their father's talent had indeed been passed down to each of them to some degree. For Anton it was his beautiful, ringing voice and Sylenas played the violin with precision and haunting grace.
The pair's passion for music fed each others interest and they often went for long walks in the woods near their village, singing and playing instruments with skill that grew with each passing year. It was shortly after Anton turned 12 that tragedy struck swiftly. While on one of their walks the boys simply disappeared without a trace. Rumours circulated in the village quickly, especially regarding the legends of fey in the woods spiriting away children that misbehaved...
The mother was beside herself with grief and worry. She organized searches and even tried hiring adventurers with her meager belongings for weeks...then months. None returned with any sign of the boys.
It was a year and a day after they vanished the boys suddenly showed back up in the village, seeming puzzled to why everyone was suddenly so worked up. They didn't seem to recall anything strange during their walk, though neither could they explain the strange tattoo-like marking on Anton's left hand which occasionally glowed with brilliant flashes of green or white light. Not to mention the boys sometimes started speaking in a tongue only the pair of them seemed to understand (at least in the village) and the mother didn't mention the times she passed by one of their rooms and heard Anton speaking seemingly only to himself...
The village itself put up the boys for another 3 or so years, but concerns during that time their worries mounted steadily. There was sightings of a swift, mysterious beast in the woods with a glowing rune upon its chest that supposedly matched the one on Anton's hand. Something dark and sinister...or so they said. If the pair were to remain it would be dangerous for everyone in Vaud and surely invite tragedy or the possibility of more children being stolen away and perhaps not so lucky to return like the brothers.
Eventually one night the superstitions got the best of the villagers and as they crowded around the small home with torches. There they heard the pair playing music for their mother and her joyous laughter echoing throughout the tiny home. Their hearts fell at the thought of what they might have done. As a result, what might have otherwise turned bloody, was resolved peacefully as the Elder of the village brought the concerns before the mother and two 'boys', now young men, and asked that they leave the village. They were certainly of age, after all.
While their mother was distraught, understandably so, the boys were quiet and eventually acquiesced to the request to leave. Wanderlust had struck their souls and they had been pining for awhile to set out and spread their love of music throughout the lands. So it was that Anton and his brother left their village on mostly friendly terms and promised to write their mother often, which they do even to this very day.
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