Name: Nabonido Bonifacio Ramos Rosas, Aka. "Nabo/Boni"
Gender: Male
Race: Witch
Partner: Fred the Eggplant > w <
Weapon/Magic/Animal Style: He uses plants instead of animals D= God Damn Hipster
Age: Early 40's
Alliance: Bad
Description: Will work on this >>; His appearence changes according to seasons, infant-like during spring, young during summer, adult in autumn and old in winter. Although it all is willing and he could change at any given moment he decides by principles to follow the seasons of plants.
&Spring&
Childish, tinted cheeks and dresses in bright colors ranging scales of green, brown and floral themes, sometimes venturing to wearing pins, hair pins and nosegays. Shoes, stockings, shorts, a shirt and a lace, bow or pendant in his chest.
His eyes are like honey sweets and his skin is pinkish but soft at touch.
Short light brown hair, completely straight and it never covers his fore heads, a few times ventures with bangs to the sides but that's the furthest he'll go.
*Summer*
Youth and sharp, hands, feet, head and shoulders are bigger than average creating an appealing image, funny, but not mockable, the odds give him reliable look.
During summer, he goes for frutal themes, venturing to wear pins, accesories and wears short, tight clothes leaving the joints uncovered, tall lace boots, carries a plant of some sort in his mouth anywhere he goes.
His eyes are like orange sweets and his skin is golden tanned, smooth but firm.
Long brunnete hair, spiked up to shoulder level and a braided tail that hangs in his back, bangs are more frequent but never the less, no hair is to cover his forehead.
~Autum~
Mature, body well proportioned and distributed, gives a sensation of elegance.
During autum, his theme revolts around trees with colored leafs, wearing scarfs, top hats, canes, cuffs, pins, gala elegance dresscode, a cravat, bowtie, a tie would make a personal trait of himself, sometimes wearing a monocule, others just featuring it in his pocket.
His eyes are like pomegranate sweets and his skin is darkened by the years that has passed.
His hair is a mix of brown scaled colors from dark brown to hazel, promptly pulled backwards and braided into a single tail to best acomodate his hats.
This is his favorite form. Whenever he is to break the seasonal rule, this is most certainly the case.
#Winter#
Aged, his limbs seem to be longer as his body seems to be slimmer, provokes eminence and gives the vibe of having experience.
During winter, his theme would be that of Periannal threes or leafless ones, wearing branches in his hats that appear to be antleers of different beings, his clothes are thick elegant clothes, a warming handwrap would be a distinctive trait of his in this form... well aside of the antlers...
His eyes are like those of chicozapote's (Sapodilla) sweets and his skin is rough, dry and sturdy.
A bald is formed in his head, surrounding it lies crippled hair that in a manner loos like a nest still conserving his braided tail, all colored in a pure white color.
History: For now~
He was born as a witch, no animal familiar, no familiar at all, everyone wondered what happened, why? Took them long enough to realize its familiar was a plant... That's when Fred came into his life, teaching him the ways of the plant sorcery, and obscure art that either was long lost or it never appeared, plants do say they have records about it, but they are crazy and conveniently they allegate that the arsons and city expansions took them completely, but the wisdom resides there. In any case, the magic was useful to him and he decided to become an ermit, it hasn't been long since then and he's still learning the plant magical properties, dreaming of one day creating his very own magical beans that will take him to glory.
Weapons Room: He has a botanical happy place utopia =)
Hobbies: Talking to plants, gardening, filtering water, faking to be a plant, thinking for long periods, following the sun with his sight (Although he's blind).
Personality: Elegant at its best in usual ocassions, fierce and arrogant at battles, believes to be higher than most due to his peculiarity and desires perfection in everything, although he does know very well he's far from it, he likes to do everything graciously, loosing composture every now and then with sudden outburst of tranquility and a thirst for blood, he doesn't have a killing intent. However, like a plant, it records everything and thus is open to change his ways of thought.
Likes: Plants, sun, water, feeling the soil, plant-like reasons.
Hates & fears: Fears being betrayed, bugs, specially crawling ones, ice, fire, plant-like reasons again; Hates, discrimination for using plants and being a male witch, arsons... because they burn plants.
Orientation & Lover: None at the moment. Orientation default for the moment.
Human Souls: 0
Kishin Souls: 0
Witch Souls: 0
Other:
He takes "Seasonal" way too serious.
He's blind but guides himself with plants, take him into a desert and he'd find a cactus who'd be willing to take him to Agrava, dunk him in the sea, and an algae will lead him either to Atlantis or Rapture.
He believes Fred is planting seeds (Heheps badum tss) of rebellion against him, thus never trusting it to everything for it can betray him.
Fred feels hurt about it and negative emotions are sprouting (hehe badump tss again) in its core.
Oh and just in case its not clear enough, he's sort of the dumb bad villain, he's bad at being one but it doesn't mean he can't be evil; so yeah, it is expectable that he will commit funny mistakes, stumble here, there, trip down and get hit by posts or whatever is in front of him.
Gender: Male
Race: Witch
Partner: Fred the Eggplant > w <
Weapon/Magic/Animal Style: He uses plants instead of animals D= God Damn Hipster
Age: Early 40's
Alliance: Bad
Description: Will work on this >>; His appearence changes according to seasons, infant-like during spring, young during summer, adult in autumn and old in winter. Although it all is willing and he could change at any given moment he decides by principles to follow the seasons of plants.
&Spring&
Childish, tinted cheeks and dresses in bright colors ranging scales of green, brown and floral themes, sometimes venturing to wearing pins, hair pins and nosegays. Shoes, stockings, shorts, a shirt and a lace, bow or pendant in his chest.
His eyes are like honey sweets and his skin is pinkish but soft at touch.
Short light brown hair, completely straight and it never covers his fore heads, a few times ventures with bangs to the sides but that's the furthest he'll go.
*Summer*
Youth and sharp, hands, feet, head and shoulders are bigger than average creating an appealing image, funny, but not mockable, the odds give him reliable look.
During summer, he goes for frutal themes, venturing to wear pins, accesories and wears short, tight clothes leaving the joints uncovered, tall lace boots, carries a plant of some sort in his mouth anywhere he goes.
His eyes are like orange sweets and his skin is golden tanned, smooth but firm.
Long brunnete hair, spiked up to shoulder level and a braided tail that hangs in his back, bangs are more frequent but never the less, no hair is to cover his forehead.
~Autum~
Mature, body well proportioned and distributed, gives a sensation of elegance.
During autum, his theme revolts around trees with colored leafs, wearing scarfs, top hats, canes, cuffs, pins, gala elegance dresscode, a cravat, bowtie, a tie would make a personal trait of himself, sometimes wearing a monocule, others just featuring it in his pocket.
His eyes are like pomegranate sweets and his skin is darkened by the years that has passed.
His hair is a mix of brown scaled colors from dark brown to hazel, promptly pulled backwards and braided into a single tail to best acomodate his hats.
This is his favorite form. Whenever he is to break the seasonal rule, this is most certainly the case.
#Winter#
Aged, his limbs seem to be longer as his body seems to be slimmer, provokes eminence and gives the vibe of having experience.
During winter, his theme would be that of Periannal threes or leafless ones, wearing branches in his hats that appear to be antleers of different beings, his clothes are thick elegant clothes, a warming handwrap would be a distinctive trait of his in this form... well aside of the antlers...
His eyes are like those of chicozapote's (Sapodilla) sweets and his skin is rough, dry and sturdy.
A bald is formed in his head, surrounding it lies crippled hair that in a manner loos like a nest still conserving his braided tail, all colored in a pure white color.
History: For now~
He was born as a witch, no animal familiar, no familiar at all, everyone wondered what happened, why? Took them long enough to realize its familiar was a plant... That's when Fred came into his life, teaching him the ways of the plant sorcery, and obscure art that either was long lost or it never appeared, plants do say they have records about it, but they are crazy and conveniently they allegate that the arsons and city expansions took them completely, but the wisdom resides there. In any case, the magic was useful to him and he decided to become an ermit, it hasn't been long since then and he's still learning the plant magical properties, dreaming of one day creating his very own magical beans that will take him to glory.
Weapons Room: He has a botanical happy place utopia =)
Hobbies: Talking to plants, gardening, filtering water, faking to be a plant, thinking for long periods, following the sun with his sight (Although he's blind).
Personality: Elegant at its best in usual ocassions, fierce and arrogant at battles, believes to be higher than most due to his peculiarity and desires perfection in everything, although he does know very well he's far from it, he likes to do everything graciously, loosing composture every now and then with sudden outburst of tranquility and a thirst for blood, he doesn't have a killing intent. However, like a plant, it records everything and thus is open to change his ways of thought.
Likes: Plants, sun, water, feeling the soil, plant-like reasons.
Hates & fears: Fears being betrayed, bugs, specially crawling ones, ice, fire, plant-like reasons again; Hates, discrimination for using plants and being a male witch, arsons... because they burn plants.
Orientation & Lover: None at the moment. Orientation default for the moment.
:.: Souls :.:
Human Souls: 0
Kishin Souls: 0
Witch Souls: 0
Other:
He takes "Seasonal" way too serious.
He's blind but guides himself with plants, take him into a desert and he'd find a cactus who'd be willing to take him to Agrava, dunk him in the sea, and an algae will lead him either to Atlantis or Rapture.
He believes Fred is planting seeds (Heheps badum tss) of rebellion against him, thus never trusting it to everything for it can betray him.
Fred feels hurt about it and negative emotions are sprouting (hehe badump tss again) in its core.
Oh and just in case its not clear enough, he's sort of the dumb bad villain, he's bad at being one but it doesn't mean he can't be evil; so yeah, it is expectable that he will commit funny mistakes, stumble here, there, trip down and get hit by posts or whatever is in front of him.
