Post by Verbyl on Mar 24, 2011 23:38:13 GMT -5
Player Name: Verbyl
Contact info(e-mail, screen name, etc): Murron.Is.Da.Shizz@Gmail.com
*Years of Rping: 7
Name: Verbyl
*Age: 54
Gender: Male
Bloodline: Pixie- Garlanger
Preferred mantel (pick three): Wallaroo, Grass Owl, Bola Spider
Court Preference: Seelie
Appearance: Perhaps due to the fact that he entered Alanor rather early, to him at least, he still prefers older styles of clothing to some of the newer styles that he's seen a bit. Not that he disapproves, but... Well, whatever.
For starters, he's about six inches tall, which, obviously, makes him a prime target to be stepped on should he decide to wander about stupidly in the human world. Thankfully, he has wings; they're rather like an insect's, but with three, thinner wings instead of the normal two on each side. They're clear, the top pair reaching an inch above his head (and when you're measured only in inches, an inch is a long way up), the second leveling up to about his shoulder blades, the third curving down to about the height of his waist. All are connected to the shoulders, and have to flap to blurring point in order for him to fly with any measure of comfort.
His face is angular, with short, brownish hair that reaches to about the end of his jaw. His eyes are brownish as well, slightly slanted- in fact, he's rather Asiatic in appearance. He's slim, but his main flaw is proportion- his limbs, each, are a little longer than the average, not contributing at all to the handsomeness department, just making him look like an awkward teenager. Which, in human years, he most assuredly is not. It's quite obvious by his appearance that he's not very strong (he can lift a total of a half pound, which is roughly half his weight), nor is he suited for endurance. He's speedy, yes, but generally can only out-fly dragonflies for a total of ten minutes before he has to either walk or fly slowly and lazily.
He does know how to dress up, though. He wears a longish tunic, about to his knees, a dark maroon, with dark grey shorts that flare up over mint-coloured boots. The tunic is sleeveless, so a light blue shirt is underneath, with a long neck that curved down in a V in the front of the neck, rounded. The colours may be garish, but it's a decent idea. Around his waist is a silver belt with minuscule gems, hardly worth a penny.
Personality: At times, he can seem a little emotionless, and at times, even apathetic. It's true that he rarely shows extremes when it comes to emotion- he doesn't freak out, he doesn't blow up in anger, he doesn't completely explode with happiness. Usually. He's been called stoic, but really, he represses many of his emotions, bottling it up.
Which leads to another nickname of his: powder keg. Sometimes, just sometimes, you might get on his nerves too much, usually after weeks, maybe even months or years, he'll explode at you, even if he thinks very highly of you. Afterwards, he dislikes himself for it, but while he's screaming, maybe even trying to attack you, he'll hate you.
Not that his releases are always bad- generally, they are, such as having nervous breakdowns and panic attacks, but sometimes he actually will explode with happiness.
Of everything, he has one greatest wish: to be able to fight and relieve his anger without having to dodge every blow. Underneath everything, he's a sullen little creature who has the possibility to turn into a mindless creature, and his callousness sometimes extends to his mantel, willing to sacrifice it for his greater good.
*History: Verbyl was born in Asia, though if asked, he won't be able to name the province; he's not one for pinning down exact locations. His mother was fae, his father quite mortal. Being that he was a tiny being, his mother wasn't even aware she was pregnant until birthing, when he was about half an inch and apt to be squished.
Somehow, miraculously, he wasn't. His past is mostly a blur, him leaving shortly after his mother, frolicking about in the flowers before he started repressing his emotions, before being drawn to a hill, through which he discovered Alanor- and while he's been outside since, it's only once, and he found everything so ridiculous that he quickly returned.
Contact info(e-mail, screen name, etc): Murron.Is.Da.Shizz@Gmail.com
*Years of Rping: 7
Name: Verbyl
*Age: 54
Gender: Male
Bloodline: Pixie- Garlanger
Preferred mantel (pick three): Wallaroo, Grass Owl, Bola Spider
Court Preference: Seelie
Appearance: Perhaps due to the fact that he entered Alanor rather early, to him at least, he still prefers older styles of clothing to some of the newer styles that he's seen a bit. Not that he disapproves, but... Well, whatever.
For starters, he's about six inches tall, which, obviously, makes him a prime target to be stepped on should he decide to wander about stupidly in the human world. Thankfully, he has wings; they're rather like an insect's, but with three, thinner wings instead of the normal two on each side. They're clear, the top pair reaching an inch above his head (and when you're measured only in inches, an inch is a long way up), the second leveling up to about his shoulder blades, the third curving down to about the height of his waist. All are connected to the shoulders, and have to flap to blurring point in order for him to fly with any measure of comfort.
His face is angular, with short, brownish hair that reaches to about the end of his jaw. His eyes are brownish as well, slightly slanted- in fact, he's rather Asiatic in appearance. He's slim, but his main flaw is proportion- his limbs, each, are a little longer than the average, not contributing at all to the handsomeness department, just making him look like an awkward teenager. Which, in human years, he most assuredly is not. It's quite obvious by his appearance that he's not very strong (he can lift a total of a half pound, which is roughly half his weight), nor is he suited for endurance. He's speedy, yes, but generally can only out-fly dragonflies for a total of ten minutes before he has to either walk or fly slowly and lazily.
He does know how to dress up, though. He wears a longish tunic, about to his knees, a dark maroon, with dark grey shorts that flare up over mint-coloured boots. The tunic is sleeveless, so a light blue shirt is underneath, with a long neck that curved down in a V in the front of the neck, rounded. The colours may be garish, but it's a decent idea. Around his waist is a silver belt with minuscule gems, hardly worth a penny.
Personality: At times, he can seem a little emotionless, and at times, even apathetic. It's true that he rarely shows extremes when it comes to emotion- he doesn't freak out, he doesn't blow up in anger, he doesn't completely explode with happiness. Usually. He's been called stoic, but really, he represses many of his emotions, bottling it up.
Which leads to another nickname of his: powder keg. Sometimes, just sometimes, you might get on his nerves too much, usually after weeks, maybe even months or years, he'll explode at you, even if he thinks very highly of you. Afterwards, he dislikes himself for it, but while he's screaming, maybe even trying to attack you, he'll hate you.
Not that his releases are always bad- generally, they are, such as having nervous breakdowns and panic attacks, but sometimes he actually will explode with happiness.
Of everything, he has one greatest wish: to be able to fight and relieve his anger without having to dodge every blow. Underneath everything, he's a sullen little creature who has the possibility to turn into a mindless creature, and his callousness sometimes extends to his mantel, willing to sacrifice it for his greater good.
*History: Verbyl was born in Asia, though if asked, he won't be able to name the province; he's not one for pinning down exact locations. His mother was fae, his father quite mortal. Being that he was a tiny being, his mother wasn't even aware she was pregnant until birthing, when he was about half an inch and apt to be squished.
Somehow, miraculously, he wasn't. His past is mostly a blur, him leaving shortly after his mother, frolicking about in the flowers before he started repressing his emotions, before being drawn to a hill, through which he discovered Alanor- and while he's been outside since, it's only once, and he found everything so ridiculous that he quickly returned.
