Post by Dareynn on Jul 13, 2009 19:51:59 GMT 5.5
Name: Dareynn Payne
Age: Nineteen (19)
Race: Mesia
Profession: Thief
Alignment: He is Arysian, and would fight on their side, but prefers to stay in the shadows, out of view.
Appearance: Dareynn has long black hair, though not so long as to where he'd be considered female. He cuts it so it swoops over his right eye, hiding a scar that crosses it. His eyes are sapphire blue and his features are sharp. He can easily put on an arrogant air to make himself seem like royalty; those who do not know him well think of him as pompous. (That is, when he actually talks to others. He's more one for the shadows than the bustling areas of civilization.)
He wears a simple black shirt and black breeches, though he keeps them clean. (He does not like to be in filthy clothes.) He doesn't wear shoes, because he likes to creep around and they end up getting in his way. He despises wearing tunics, and considers himself lucky to not have to wear one.
He hates going without a shirt because of all the scars that cover his chest, stomach, back, and arms. He hides them as much as possible, even wearing long sleeves when it should be considered too warm to do so. (See his history for a further explanaion.)
His wings have a span of about seventeen feet. His feathers are a dark ebony color, and, if he ever would allow himself into the sun, they would look almost purple. He keeps his feathers clean and in neat order; it makes it hard for him to fly if they aren't.
He is tall, 6'2", and has a slender build. He has had a few kind, motherly women ask him to stay with them until he was better able to care for himself, but he always declined. Despite his thin frame, he is more than able to provide for himself. What he provides may not always be the best, but that's how it goes when you live on the streets. He carries knives and daggers on his person at all times; one dagger can be drawn from his pocket, and there are also belt knives hidden in his sleeves and at the waistline of his pants, along with a few others. Because he doesn't wear shoes, he can't conceal a dagger or belt knife there, but that doesn't bother him because he's got so many other ones. He has around fifteen on his person at all times, and more if he's going somewhere he is unfamiliar with.
Personality: Dareynn can be rather introverted, preferring to sit and listen to others speak than speak himself. When he was growing up, his father was cruel to him, always making him think the worst of people and himself. Because of this, he isn't always sure how to react to someone or how they will react to him; it puts him on edge when he meets someone he doesn't know.
He likes peace and quiet; he knows how to read and write, unlike some of the kids he knew growing up. He can hold his own in a fight; he knows Judo (from spying on various people learning the art) and swordplay (learned in the same way). He can also fistfight, which he learned from living where he did.
He has nearly perfected pickpocketing and thievery; one reason he was able to survive on his own. He always is ready for a fight; even when he sleeps. (He is a very light sleeper.) He is also able to read lips.
He likes the feel of flying, but he's terrified of heights. He's only gone flying a handful of times, and because of this he isn't a spectacular flyer. He likes his feet on the ground, and that's where he keeps them. (When he can help it...)
Weapons/Magic: Unable to possess magic and somewhat disappointed about it, Dareynn carries multiple daggers and other small knives on his person. His favorite, a 12-inch dagger he can draw from his pocket (he cut a hole in the pocket of his breeches so it would fit), is made of iron and has a intricate hilt. His other weapons are hidden in his sleeves, on his calves, at the base of his back, and under his arms, all easily drawn.
History: Dareynn was born and raised in West Arysia. His father and mother were thieves, and, because of that, he was too. His father always managed to find fault in what Dareynn did; each time he found fault with his son, he would cut him. After years of enduring this, Dareynn has a multitude of scars across his torso, and a few on his ankles.
By the time Dareynn turned fourteen, his father had kicked him out. He hated his father for everything he had done to him; when he was sixteen, he even went so far as to break into their house and consider murdering him, only changing his mind at the last minute.
After leaving that night, Dareynn never went down that street again. He considered leaving the city, but he knew where everything was and knew who he could and couldn't trust; he didn't want to have to learn all that again if he moved. It was troublesome.
Age: Nineteen (19)
Race: Mesia
Profession: Thief
Alignment: He is Arysian, and would fight on their side, but prefers to stay in the shadows, out of view.
Appearance: Dareynn has long black hair, though not so long as to where he'd be considered female. He cuts it so it swoops over his right eye, hiding a scar that crosses it. His eyes are sapphire blue and his features are sharp. He can easily put on an arrogant air to make himself seem like royalty; those who do not know him well think of him as pompous. (That is, when he actually talks to others. He's more one for the shadows than the bustling areas of civilization.)
He wears a simple black shirt and black breeches, though he keeps them clean. (He does not like to be in filthy clothes.) He doesn't wear shoes, because he likes to creep around and they end up getting in his way. He despises wearing tunics, and considers himself lucky to not have to wear one.
He hates going without a shirt because of all the scars that cover his chest, stomach, back, and arms. He hides them as much as possible, even wearing long sleeves when it should be considered too warm to do so. (See his history for a further explanaion.)
His wings have a span of about seventeen feet. His feathers are a dark ebony color, and, if he ever would allow himself into the sun, they would look almost purple. He keeps his feathers clean and in neat order; it makes it hard for him to fly if they aren't.
He is tall, 6'2", and has a slender build. He has had a few kind, motherly women ask him to stay with them until he was better able to care for himself, but he always declined. Despite his thin frame, he is more than able to provide for himself. What he provides may not always be the best, but that's how it goes when you live on the streets. He carries knives and daggers on his person at all times; one dagger can be drawn from his pocket, and there are also belt knives hidden in his sleeves and at the waistline of his pants, along with a few others. Because he doesn't wear shoes, he can't conceal a dagger or belt knife there, but that doesn't bother him because he's got so many other ones. He has around fifteen on his person at all times, and more if he's going somewhere he is unfamiliar with.
Personality: Dareynn can be rather introverted, preferring to sit and listen to others speak than speak himself. When he was growing up, his father was cruel to him, always making him think the worst of people and himself. Because of this, he isn't always sure how to react to someone or how they will react to him; it puts him on edge when he meets someone he doesn't know.
He likes peace and quiet; he knows how to read and write, unlike some of the kids he knew growing up. He can hold his own in a fight; he knows Judo (from spying on various people learning the art) and swordplay (learned in the same way). He can also fistfight, which he learned from living where he did.
He has nearly perfected pickpocketing and thievery; one reason he was able to survive on his own. He always is ready for a fight; even when he sleeps. (He is a very light sleeper.) He is also able to read lips.
He likes the feel of flying, but he's terrified of heights. He's only gone flying a handful of times, and because of this he isn't a spectacular flyer. He likes his feet on the ground, and that's where he keeps them. (When he can help it...)
Weapons/Magic: Unable to possess magic and somewhat disappointed about it, Dareynn carries multiple daggers and other small knives on his person. His favorite, a 12-inch dagger he can draw from his pocket (he cut a hole in the pocket of his breeches so it would fit), is made of iron and has a intricate hilt. His other weapons are hidden in his sleeves, on his calves, at the base of his back, and under his arms, all easily drawn.
History: Dareynn was born and raised in West Arysia. His father and mother were thieves, and, because of that, he was too. His father always managed to find fault in what Dareynn did; each time he found fault with his son, he would cut him. After years of enduring this, Dareynn has a multitude of scars across his torso, and a few on his ankles.
By the time Dareynn turned fourteen, his father had kicked him out. He hated his father for everything he had done to him; when he was sixteen, he even went so far as to break into their house and consider murdering him, only changing his mind at the last minute.
After leaving that night, Dareynn never went down that street again. He considered leaving the city, but he knew where everything was and knew who he could and couldn't trust; he didn't want to have to learn all that again if he moved. It was troublesome.
