Post by Neirin on Apr 29, 2014 12:54:11 GMT -8
Name: Neirin Roderick.
Age: 23 years old.
Class: Mage. (Level 1.)
Appearance: Neirin manages to look the part of the common traveler most days. He stands at average height for a human male of his lineage, at around 5' 10", and weighs in at about 190 pounds. He can't claim that he has much muscle or fat to make that weight up; He's fairly lean in build, being one to regularly forget to eat and not put himself through rigorous athletic exercise. If it weren't for the clothing he wore, he'd look quite fragile indeed. His skin is right in between pale and tanned; He studies indoors almost as much as he travels. Oddly enough, for his fragile appearance, he has quite a few scars located all along his body. Some cuts, some burns, some unidentifiable in origin. (His policy is that experience is always the better teacher. Because of this, he puts himself more in harms way than he likely should.) All of these are concealed under his clothing, though. His hair is a sandy brown color, and is worn mussed up, but loosely combed back to give him some air of elegance. His eyes are kind, yet determined, being of a vibrant aqua color much like clear waters. His face is softly structured, though his eyes show hints of sleepless nights. As far as clothing goes, he prefers to dress practically. He wears a ruddy brown travel cloak over a blue long tunic, linen pants left untouched by dyes, and leather gloves and boots. He also wears a thick belt which carries his current tome and pouches. He doesn't carry much past that; He prefers to travel light.
Personality: To sum him up, there's a few words one could use when describing Neirin. Firstly, he's intensely driven and focused on his craft. This shows in him making the study of magic into a lifestyle that overshadows all others, and also shows in the great lengths he's willing to go to gain knowledge and skill. This is the only reason he purposefully places himself in situations where he'll find combat; He finds that using magic in combat hones the reflexes and quick thinking, as well as control, unlike any other method of practicing he's found yet. Obviously, this doesn't make him friends with many other mages who view magic as a non-combative art. He focuses on pragmatism when it comes to his goals, though, and would be willing to go to any extent to achieve the results he desires. The second thing one would notice is that when it comes to matters outside of magic, he's a very logical and understanding man, who will generally be polite in conversation. Many times he's stuck on some thought or another, or daydreaming, but once he actually starts talking he actually aims to be fairly decent company when he can. The third thing that one would notice is, when he's not talking, he's typically completely absorbed in his own thoughts and lost to the world. He's a hard person to gain the attention of in this state. But, all of that in mind, he's still a very capable person, and he is what he aims to be - A skilled mage.
Backstory: Neirin couldn't claim to have extraordinary origins. He wasn't born a hero, or to a hero's circumstances. He wasn't exposed to danger, or given a prophecy or task of legend to complete as a birthright. No, he was just who he was. A common man, born to common surroundings.
It wasn't how he was born that defined him, though. It was who he was to become.
Neirin was born the second child of a farming household, in Western Elibe. His family was a large one. He had an elder brother, a younger brother, and two younger sisters. They lived simply; Their parents ran the farm, provided food for the people around, got paid for this, and repeated. The children acted as farmhands.
The thing was, Neirin, as well as some of his siblings, had been born with a remarkable intellect compared to their upbringing. And because of this, they only found this lot in life to be tedious. A waste of potential. And so, they all found their own ways to escape.
That was where their mutual histories ended. Neirin found a woman of magical inclination on the roads nearby, purely by chance. The woman of course tried returning him to his home, first, but he intentionally mislead her with false information until she had no choice but to take him under her wing. At first she was cold towards him, but eventually the two grew fond of each other, during their travels on the road.
As it happened, though, the world had other plans for his mentor. She passed to sickness a couple of years after they started traveling together. At first Neirin was broken. He spent some time listlessly wandering, but eventually he pushed everything back and focused on the goal he thought he should have. The one she'd want him to have, too. He gave up his morals, his ethics, and focused purely on mastering the craft she had imparted on him.
And he did this by forcing himself into every trial by fire he could find. Whether it was sparring, combat, or even some nonviolent instances, anything that made him think on his toes, he pushed himself into it. He served as a freelance mercenary, too, though didn't do this as much for the money as the experience. All this for his ideals. He earned entirely too many scars over the course of his history.
Not much has changed since then. He remains a mage of war, entirely dedicated to his art. And he'll continue this path, until he's brought to see something else, or he's pulled from it.
Age: 23 years old.
Class: Mage. (Level 1.)
Appearance: Neirin manages to look the part of the common traveler most days. He stands at average height for a human male of his lineage, at around 5' 10", and weighs in at about 190 pounds. He can't claim that he has much muscle or fat to make that weight up; He's fairly lean in build, being one to regularly forget to eat and not put himself through rigorous athletic exercise. If it weren't for the clothing he wore, he'd look quite fragile indeed. His skin is right in between pale and tanned; He studies indoors almost as much as he travels. Oddly enough, for his fragile appearance, he has quite a few scars located all along his body. Some cuts, some burns, some unidentifiable in origin. (His policy is that experience is always the better teacher. Because of this, he puts himself more in harms way than he likely should.) All of these are concealed under his clothing, though. His hair is a sandy brown color, and is worn mussed up, but loosely combed back to give him some air of elegance. His eyes are kind, yet determined, being of a vibrant aqua color much like clear waters. His face is softly structured, though his eyes show hints of sleepless nights. As far as clothing goes, he prefers to dress practically. He wears a ruddy brown travel cloak over a blue long tunic, linen pants left untouched by dyes, and leather gloves and boots. He also wears a thick belt which carries his current tome and pouches. He doesn't carry much past that; He prefers to travel light.
Personality: To sum him up, there's a few words one could use when describing Neirin. Firstly, he's intensely driven and focused on his craft. This shows in him making the study of magic into a lifestyle that overshadows all others, and also shows in the great lengths he's willing to go to gain knowledge and skill. This is the only reason he purposefully places himself in situations where he'll find combat; He finds that using magic in combat hones the reflexes and quick thinking, as well as control, unlike any other method of practicing he's found yet. Obviously, this doesn't make him friends with many other mages who view magic as a non-combative art. He focuses on pragmatism when it comes to his goals, though, and would be willing to go to any extent to achieve the results he desires. The second thing one would notice is that when it comes to matters outside of magic, he's a very logical and understanding man, who will generally be polite in conversation. Many times he's stuck on some thought or another, or daydreaming, but once he actually starts talking he actually aims to be fairly decent company when he can. The third thing that one would notice is, when he's not talking, he's typically completely absorbed in his own thoughts and lost to the world. He's a hard person to gain the attention of in this state. But, all of that in mind, he's still a very capable person, and he is what he aims to be - A skilled mage.
Backstory: Neirin couldn't claim to have extraordinary origins. He wasn't born a hero, or to a hero's circumstances. He wasn't exposed to danger, or given a prophecy or task of legend to complete as a birthright. No, he was just who he was. A common man, born to common surroundings.
It wasn't how he was born that defined him, though. It was who he was to become.
Neirin was born the second child of a farming household, in Western Elibe. His family was a large one. He had an elder brother, a younger brother, and two younger sisters. They lived simply; Their parents ran the farm, provided food for the people around, got paid for this, and repeated. The children acted as farmhands.
The thing was, Neirin, as well as some of his siblings, had been born with a remarkable intellect compared to their upbringing. And because of this, they only found this lot in life to be tedious. A waste of potential. And so, they all found their own ways to escape.
That was where their mutual histories ended. Neirin found a woman of magical inclination on the roads nearby, purely by chance. The woman of course tried returning him to his home, first, but he intentionally mislead her with false information until she had no choice but to take him under her wing. At first she was cold towards him, but eventually the two grew fond of each other, during their travels on the road.
As it happened, though, the world had other plans for his mentor. She passed to sickness a couple of years after they started traveling together. At first Neirin was broken. He spent some time listlessly wandering, but eventually he pushed everything back and focused on the goal he thought he should have. The one she'd want him to have, too. He gave up his morals, his ethics, and focused purely on mastering the craft she had imparted on him.
And he did this by forcing himself into every trial by fire he could find. Whether it was sparring, combat, or even some nonviolent instances, anything that made him think on his toes, he pushed himself into it. He served as a freelance mercenary, too, though didn't do this as much for the money as the experience. All this for his ideals. He earned entirely too many scars over the course of his history.
Not much has changed since then. He remains a mage of war, entirely dedicated to his art. And he'll continue this path, until he's brought to see something else, or he's pulled from it.
