Post by Mri on Jan 14, 2010 17:05:37 GMT -5
Age: Seventeen (17)
Gender: Male
Profession: Currently a 'vagabond' of sorts
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Profession: Currently a 'vagabond' of sorts
Appearance:
His black hair always looks greasy and hangs down in a ponytail to his shoulderblades. His nose is long and sharp, his eyes beedy and a very dark brown. His skin though is almost as pale as the snow, making his high cheekbones and forever five o'clock shadow look almost alien on his face.Personality:
His fingers are long and bony and his clothes elegantly applied though they do little to help his gholish appearance. He has a thin frame, almost wirey and from the back some may take him for a girl, his wide shoulders making his waist look smaller than it actually is - as if he has an hourglass figure.
He stands at 6'4 and to accompany his height, his feet are quite big too. He has to have his shoes custom-made.
He comes across as snobbish and rude though it's only because he hasn't had much practice sociallizing. People usually give him one look before scampling away so he spends a lot of his time alone. He doesn't mind though considering he's a loner and would rather not have people know where he goes after hours. He likes his privacy and if that means never having a friend, he'd gladly accept it.History:
He was orphaned at a very young age and from the age of four he was a ward of Greenfield fief. Even then though, people sensed that there was just something about him and kept their distance. He never minded considering that was all he knew and so he grew up alone.Additional Information:
At the age of eight it was clear that he had a magnificent mind, but still having that 'aura' about him, they left him alone. He didn't mind then either, much rather preferring to be locked up in his room where he came up with design after design and tackled multiple problems to help with every day life. Pity no one ever saw them.
One morning four years later, he simply disappeared from Greenfield fief. A maid came to bring him breakfast to find his room empty of life. She quickly shut the door behind her with a sigh of relief, the kid having weirded her out.
Meanwhile, Dirk was stomping through the snow and heading toward the big city of Araluen. Unfortunately for him though he was captured by slave traders and taken to Gallica where he worked harshly for years. Under some unusual circumstances he managed to escape at the age of sixteen, weak with hunger and pain.
He travelled straight to Araluen, still wanting to share his ideas, but an occurance happened that forced him into hiding. He'd made quite a few enemies during his escape and they weren't the kind to forget. A few weeks later his enemies lay six feet under and finally he was able to enter Araluen to share his ideas. But he no longer wanted to. He'd been whispered to during his time of hiding and knew that his findings could be put to better use, a use that would bring him a kind of fame and fortune. He gladly accepted.
Posts he's in after history leaves off:
Araluen :: Gorlan :: [Gorlan] Second Attept *vaulted*
Araluen :: Drayden :: Everything's Better in the Woods (Open)
He's a pyromaniac.
He writes all his things in code.