K9_Diarmuid
Crafter
What I've learnt from the ocean:
How to dance and rejoice in the motion.
Let the sun have its moment,
The moon will come
Full Titles: Cogimens, Lapidary, Scribe, Scholar,.
Nickname/Alias: Light, L, El, Dalinar, Dal,
There's no road that can lead to Nirvana
There's a world to discover
But home is love
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: Appears to be somewhere around 27 or 28. He is an elf, after all.There's a world to discover
But home is love
KEY INFORMATION:
Gender: Male
Race: Elf. It is, however, difficult to know if Light comes from a Silver or Forest lineage. Silver by nuture, Forest by nature
Social Status: Unknown
Sexuality: "Yes"
Height: 1.78M/5ft10
Weight: Around 85Kg
Date of Birth: Some time in 2232
Date of Death: N/A
Homeland: Vera Vigi
Current Home: Sanardú
Build: Light is agile and nimble, not as strong as some other Fuvurs. For the last several years, Light has lived as a hermit in the mountains, meaning his previous physique has disappeared and gone to what one could describe as spindly. Light is not, however, frail or malnourished.
Hair: (or lack thereof) is a dirty blonde colour, and grows in a wiry bush on his face when he forgets to shave. The rest of his body is quite hairless, save for the armpits and crotch.
Eyes:
Skin: His skin, once quite pale, has become slightly weather-worn. It's flecked with scars, notably on his face and arms.
Identifying Marks:
Scars:
On the far side of his right eye, there lies a small scar, running the length of his face.
His face is also littered with smaller scars, from an engagement with a Pirate Captain. Although these scars now disfigure his face, he wears them with honour and pride.
His right shoulder carries a thick scar that branches out into much thinner forks, not unlike a tree or branches thereof - it follows a sort of Lichtenberg pattern.
The calf on his left leg is riddled with, essentially, one giant scar that envelops most of the skin, looking similar to hundreds of gnarled roots under his skin.
His left shoulder has a single large, circular scar, about 4 centimeters across, from a recent shank by one Salacious Scorpion ( Charybdis )
Blind, his eyes are now a cloudy grey
Tattoos:
A spiral tattoo sits on his forhead, in line with his nose, but above his eyebrows.
A tattoo runs around his right forearm, slightly below the elbow. It is about half a cm wide, and blackened grey in colour.
Another tattoo runs around his lower stomach, a green, laced vine.
Another tattoo is situated on his chest, and it is a swirl of runes and text around Light's Maker's Mark.
Appearance: His face is hawk-like, narrowing at the chin, with a strong jaw line. His smoky grey eyes sunk into his head. His nose has obviously been broken before, making it slightly crooked. With a bald head and a sometimes bushy beard, his appearance is not overly welcoming. However, when he cracks a smile, it shines, and brings a different light about him.
Clothing: Light can be seen wearing a heavy brown robe, which is tattered and quite worn.
Weaponry: Quarterstaff, Schiavona,. A valuable rapier hangs on the wall in his home.
Prized Possessions: His journal. A small cushion sapphire. The collection of books in The Bastion's Inn. His Ouroboros engraved quarterstaff. His Rapier. A green woolen hat gifted to him by Olive.
Hygiene: Washes regularly, often smells like sandalwood.
Voice: Ben Howard provides the inspiration for Light's voice.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
What I've learnt from a mirror
Look too hard and you’ll find you a stranger
[x]
Fears: Forgetting. Failing.
Weaknesses: Books and good food. He will also do a great deal to gather knowledge, which is both a strength and a weakness. Relies on his staff to move, seemingly crippled. Blind. The rest are for me to know, and you to wonder.
Intelligence: Very high.
Languages: Common, Elvish, basic Mok'yra, basic Verba, Engem
Profession: Scribe, Scholar, Goldsmith and Lapidary. Cogimens.
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Religion or Cults:
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Short Term Goals:
- Gather knowledge.
- Settle in to civilization again.
Open up a shop in Port Silver.Open up a shop somewhere that isn't filled with corruption."What're these shadows that talk?"."Explain more to me about this upcoming ball".GODDAMN CAN I HAVE A SHOP THAT LASTS, PLEASE?Stop the Moor Elves.Learn it.Prepare.For the love of the Gods, give me a permanent shop!That Caparii ladyProtect SanardúGet Bluebell back to SanardúMaster itBecome closer to nature
- Gather knowledge.
GODDAMN CAN I HAVE A SHOP THAT LASTS, PLEASE?- Perfect it.
A SHOP, I NEED A SHOPEnsure House Fuvur does not come to harmSpend time with Bluebell
Places: In a library
Pastimes: Learning, making, writing, playing the piano, naming things, spending time with family.
Food: Spiced Rum!
Drink: Spiced Rum!
Colour: Spiced Rum!
Animal: Magpies and Sparrows.
Least Favourite...
Place: The courthouse in the now ruined Port SilverPastime: Fighting
Food: Meat
Drink: Milk, it tastes vile to him
Colour: White or yellow
Animal:
Tropes and other fun stuff!Unbroken Vigil
Knight in Sour Armour
Bruce Wayne Held Hostage
Hired to Hunt Yourself
Wild Card
Divided We Fall
Kaizo Trap
The Call Knows Where You Live
Poets, in which I mean all artists., are finally the only people who know the truth about us.
Soldiers don't,
Statesmen don't,
Priests don't,
Union leaders don't.
Only the poets
Signature:
My in-game name is: K9_Diarmuid
Please refrain from using any of this information whilst in character unless your character has actually learned it in RP - don't metagame.
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