Michcat
i'm the wench if you're the cake ;)
[Consent Rules] Come engage me with anything and everything!
KEY INFORMATION:
Nickname/Alias: Coal, Dusty, Coal, Big Guy, You There,
Age: Somewhere in the middle to later years of his first century. Maybe?
Gender: Male
Race: Caparii
Social Status: Peasant labour, Guardsman.
Marital Status: Engaged!
Sexuality: Bluebell.
Height: Tall, just over 6'6"ft.
Weight: Broad, very sturdy and sizable a fellow.
Date of Birth: A good bit over a century ago.
Date of Death: August 22nd, 2017. Townsday, 22nd of Mistset, 2293.
Homeland: Sooleran Caravan.
Current Home: He's with his brothers and sisters, now.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Coaldust can be imposing in almost any light. His skin is a deep dark chocolate colour, soft black hairs adorning thickset legs and a broad chest. The Caparii stands more beast then man, if not for the generally kindly look in his deep black eyes. Standing both broad and tall- he is quite the large fellow, although by no means is breaking any records. His build could be best described as 'barrel like'. Despite being strapped with muscle, it shows best through his considerable bulk - Giving the Caparii a roundness to him.
Hair: Black as coal, much like his namesake. Upon his head his hair is worn back in dreadlocks, and in certain lights it looks to be shades of grey and brown. In contrast, the fur covering him from his hips downwards is curiously soft - And the darkest of deep browns.
Eyes: Jet black, with the occasional flecks of grey.
Skin: Reminiscent of dark stained wood, his skin is tones of dark coffee. Deep scars are scattered haphazardly over his back, chest, arms and legs. They're reminiscent of the usual wounds one can get from fights, whippings, and hard labour.
Identifying Marks: This Caparii has two great curving horns that frames his face like a ram, and usually sticks out above crowds. His outlandishly southern appearance can probably differentiate him from others. Two heavy metal shackles, bonded closed, are secured around his wrists - causing burns, scrapes, and subsequent scarring on the skin underneath.
Appearance: A sturdy, robust and tall wildman steps with a precision perhaps surprising to those watching him. He remains a stoic, silent sort of fellow. His fur is more silky then coarse, a stark contrast to the dreadlocks hanging just past his jawline. His horns are nicked and scratched and beaten up, bearing holes pierced through them towards the spiraling ends. Occasionally, beads and trinkets will hang from his horns.
Clothing: Little, if any. Usually some form of cloak and loincloth. Two heavy metal shackles, bonded closed, are permanently secured around his wrists. He doesn't seem to overly care for clothing and walks about au naturale more often than not.
Hygiene: ... eeeh. Could be called passable, given you don't have strict standards.
Voice: Husky and deep, he seems to have the potential to sound rather commanding- but often speaks softly.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: His heart, his iron will. Could be called strong, seeming to be a laborer. His amaaaaaazing muuuscles. An adept fighter.
Fears: Tears and puppy eyes. Cave-ins. Loud noises (Although this serves more as an extreme irritation and aversion).
Weaknesses: Trusts far too easily, something he is concious of (he does it anyways). When stressed, he is hesitant to a fault. The drink. Twisty puzzles.
Intelligence: Uneducated in anything 'modern', although he has a decent perception and some pretty good critical thinking skills.
Languages: Heavily accented Common on his best days, tends to try Fae as his go-to. Knows some rudimentary Elven. For some strange reason he's perfectly fluent in Marjash.
Profession: Miner, Labourer, Traveler, Guard, Monster Hunter,
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Roleplay to find out!
Religion or Cults: Shalherana
Alignment: Lawful Good
Short Term Goals: -
Long Term Goals: Die happy and content.
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: Open plains or very sparse forests.
Pastime: Poetry.
Food: Fresh food.
Drink: Fresh, unsullied water. A rare thing.
Colour: Bright, cheery colours!
Animal: Birds, mice, cats, small dogs - the little things.
Least Favourite...
Place: ...
Pastime: Boredom.
Food: Rotten food.
Drink: ... less consumable substances.
Colour: Red
Animal: Humans
INSPIRATIONS: not enough ethnic characters, that fancy new slavery initiative, those two things really aren't related man
My in-game name is: Nephelai
"Coaldust"
jal Fiemin Duskwood
-Titles-
Slave
Nomad
Guard
Wanderer
Brawler
jal Fiemin Duskwood
-Titles-
Slave
Nomad
Guard
Wanderer
Brawler
KEY INFORMATION:
Nickname/Alias: Coal, Dusty, Coal, Big Guy, You There,
Age: Somewhere in the middle to later years of his first century. Maybe?
Gender: Male
Race: Caparii
Social Status: Peasant labour, Guardsman.
Marital Status: Engaged!
Sexuality: Bluebell.
Height: Tall, just over 6'6"ft.
Weight: Broad, very sturdy and sizable a fellow.
Date of Birth: A good bit over a century ago.
Date of Death: August 22nd, 2017. Townsday, 22nd of Mistset, 2293.
Homeland: Sooleran Caravan.
Current Home: He's with his brothers and sisters, now.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Coaldust can be imposing in almost any light. His skin is a deep dark chocolate colour, soft black hairs adorning thickset legs and a broad chest. The Caparii stands more beast then man, if not for the generally kindly look in his deep black eyes. Standing both broad and tall- he is quite the large fellow, although by no means is breaking any records. His build could be best described as 'barrel like'. Despite being strapped with muscle, it shows best through his considerable bulk - Giving the Caparii a roundness to him.
Hair: Black as coal, much like his namesake. Upon his head his hair is worn back in dreadlocks, and in certain lights it looks to be shades of grey and brown. In contrast, the fur covering him from his hips downwards is curiously soft - And the darkest of deep browns.
Eyes: Jet black, with the occasional flecks of grey.
Skin: Reminiscent of dark stained wood, his skin is tones of dark coffee. Deep scars are scattered haphazardly over his back, chest, arms and legs. They're reminiscent of the usual wounds one can get from fights, whippings, and hard labour.
Identifying Marks: This Caparii has two great curving horns that frames his face like a ram, and usually sticks out above crowds. His outlandishly southern appearance can probably differentiate him from others. Two heavy metal shackles, bonded closed, are secured around his wrists - causing burns, scrapes, and subsequent scarring on the skin underneath.
Appearance: A sturdy, robust and tall wildman steps with a precision perhaps surprising to those watching him. He remains a stoic, silent sort of fellow. His fur is more silky then coarse, a stark contrast to the dreadlocks hanging just past his jawline. His horns are nicked and scratched and beaten up, bearing holes pierced through them towards the spiraling ends. Occasionally, beads and trinkets will hang from his horns.
Clothing: Little, if any. Usually some form of cloak and loincloth. Two heavy metal shackles, bonded closed, are permanently secured around his wrists. He doesn't seem to overly care for clothing and walks about au naturale more often than not.
Hygiene: ... eeeh. Could be called passable, given you don't have strict standards.
Voice: Husky and deep, he seems to have the potential to sound rather commanding- but often speaks softly.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: His heart, his iron will. Could be called strong, seeming to be a laborer. His amaaaaaazing muuuscles. An adept fighter.
Fears: Tears and puppy eyes. Cave-ins. Loud noises (Although this serves more as an extreme irritation and aversion).
Weaknesses: Trusts far too easily, something he is concious of (he does it anyways). When stressed, he is hesitant to a fault. The drink. Twisty puzzles.
Intelligence: Uneducated in anything 'modern', although he has a decent perception and some pretty good critical thinking skills.
Languages: Heavily accented Common on his best days, tends to try Fae as his go-to. Knows some rudimentary Elven. For some strange reason he's perfectly fluent in Marjash.
Profession: Miner, Labourer, Traveler, Guard, Monster Hunter,
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Roleplay to find out!
Religion or Cults: Shalherana
Alignment: Lawful Good
Short Term Goals: -
Long Term Goals: Die happy and content.
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: Open plains or very sparse forests.
Pastime: Poetry.
Food: Fresh food.
Drink: Fresh, unsullied water. A rare thing.
Colour: Bright, cheery colours!
Animal: Birds, mice, cats, small dogs - the little things.
Least Favourite...
Place: ...
Pastime: Boredom.
Food: Rotten food.
Drink: ... less consumable substances.
Colour: Red
Animal: Humans
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INSPIRATIONS: not enough ethnic characters, that fancy new slavery initiative, those two things really aren't related man
My in-game name is: Nephelai
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