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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:02 pm
Name: Aris Delfine
Nicknames: Aris
Sex: Male
Age: 2O
Orientation:
Occupation: a lords assistant/right hand man as well as a medic.
Homeland: Sunderland
Current Residence: Palisade
Likes:
-order
-structure
-rules
-organization
-solitude
-birds
-having a purpose
Dislikes:
-chaos
-disloyalty
-being lied to
-being cheated or lead on
-fighting
Personality + Bio: Aris was abandoned at a very young age by a mother who could care less of his existence. He was left on the streets of Sunderland to fend for himself, while she went off to a new country. For months, he struggled and scrapped just to live, getting beaten and hurt numerously just from begging, or being in the wrong place in the wrong time. On one particular night, while pleading for some extra food on a night when he'd been hungry for three days, Aris just happened to run into the wrong man. He was literally stabbed in an eye, and tossed into an alley to rot away, screaming and writhing in pain and agony. He was already sick with a terrible fever, and weak from hunger.
There was no doubt in his mind that it would be his last moment of life.. and as he curled up in the sludge and trash, the clomping of hooves passing by didn't even faze him, even as they paused right nearby. The sound of footsteps were the last thing he heard before passing out, his small body gently lifted off the dirty streets into the arms of what he would later find out to be a powerful lord.
The lord was a kindly man, a warm man unlike most with power, and took Aris into his home to raise and care for, like a son. He was raised up to be a servant to the lord, a right hand man, a trusty assistant, as well as a medic, able to help with sicknesses, and injuries. From the attack the night he was taken in, Aris had to get used to only having one eye, and thus wears fancy eye patches to cover the gouged out socket. Growing up, Aris naturally held a sort of guarded personality, hardly ever smiling, and being very serious. He doesn't do anything that resembles non-sense, or immaturity, always keeping a very poised, and proper sort of demeanor. He's loyal to his lord and his family, more than happy to serve him... even if his expression may seem otherwise. The only person who does see the rare softness on Aris' face is the lord who took him in, for Aris admires him a great deal... even if they are complete opposites.
He is all about order, structure, and keeping things in line, hardly veering from what is planned, leaving spontaneity out of the question. He hasn't any friends, asides from his guardian now, that he's still not entirely sure about though.. Mostly because... he doesn't know why he deserves such a mystical creature. Aris does tend to have a very low view of himself, and his past haunts him constantly... but underneath all that frost is a flower just dying to blossom and bloom.
Appearance:
-straight, long, platinum blonde hair, usually pulled into a ponytail.
-pale skin
-light green eye
-usually wears a fancy eyepatch over his right eye.
-slender and lithe in frame, very elegant
-5'9ish
Attire:
-always prim and looking sharp; usually wearing dark colours with an accent of white if necessary or as a secondary colour.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:04 pm
Guardian
Name: Cyril
Sex: Male
Personality: Quiet, observant, loyal, mature.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 12:11 am
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