Post by Lynx on Feb 7, 2009 14:45:57 GMT -5
Name: Damien Swallowtail
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Damien is a good looking guy. His skin is a tawny tan color from being exposed to the elements all day. He is not exceptionally tall, being only about 5'9", but is very muscular. He doesn't have an ounce of superfluous fat on his lean body. A smile is constantly on his young face, his chin usually dotted with a slight beard. To his dismay, he cannot grow facial hair very well. His hair is a sandy brown - it would be darker, but the sun has lightened it. His eyes are the most startling characteristic: they are a deep, bright blueberry color. They are not quite purple, but not truly blue and seem to be as deep as the sea.
Damien typically wears loose canvas pants, his feet either bare or clad in leather mocassin-like shoes. He usually wears a brightly colored vest as a top, leaving it open and untied. It is not rare, however, to find him in just pants. Around his neck he wears a needle-like tooth that he claims came from a leviathan. On his head is constantly perched a jaunty forest green hat, though the fabric is rather worn. In it is firmly sewn a glowing red-gold phoenix feather.
Personality: Damien is a very likable fellow, a good mix of courteous, friendly, and confident. A smile is usually on his face and he likes to sing in his pleasant baritone voice. Whistling is another favorite pastime. He is one of the few who seems to get along with everyone, bringing smiles and laughter to every occasion. He is a traveler at heart, sailing along the coasts of Malnor. Damien does not like to stay in one place for long and often just wanders off without saying a word. A bit forgetful, he is not good at keeping promises or remembering to do things. Much like a child, he is easily distracted and often goes about doing his own thing. He is not rude, he just doesn't always realize when he offends someone. If he knows someone is upset at him, he will offer an apology that is so sincere it will not be turned down. He gets along very well with women and enjoys their company. He has been called a flirt, which is true, but he never truly falls in love with anyone.
Damien's one big vice is that he is a compulsive liar. His face is always smiling and one can never tell when he is lying or when he is telling the truth. He does not tell people that he is a liar, for that fact has been met with a lot of displeasure over the years. Like all good lies, his 'stories' hold a nugget of truth. Damien cannot help but expand upon an event until it becomes something fantastical and extraordinary. Anything he says can be a lie, and he has gotten so good at it that he doesn't think twice about lying. Damien rarely, however, lies to truly deceive people in a bad way. He just gets a thrill out of having people believe him. The phoenix feather in his cap is perhaps one of his greatest lies: every time someone asks him where he got it, the story changes. It is said that not even Damien remembers where he got it.
Faction Affiliation: The sea
Weapon(s): In his waistband he usually keeps a curved fish knife. It is sharp enough to cut you before you know it, but he keeps it in a leather sheath so he does not nick himself. He also carries a long pole made out of dark, almost black, hardwood. It has been cured and weathered in such a way that it is nearly unbreakable. It has been known to withstand swords and he can use it quite proficiently. On the tip is a smooth, three inch long spike that he keeps sharpened.
Bio: Born in a small fishing village, Damien has always been near the sea. He could swim before he could walk and soon proved to be a natural sailor. When he was eight he was a valuable member of the village - he always seemed to bring in a fine catch and got along with everyone. His only flaw was that Damien couldn't help lying. Everything he said could be a lie, and his parents were exasperated. It was impossible to get a straight answer out of Damien. By age 10 he was an expert liar, pulling the wool over the eyes of anyone who talked to him. If confronted, he would merely look up with his deep blue eyes, so extraordinary innocent, and lie again. It seemed as if his tongue was impossible to tame.
When he was fifteen, his feet began to be uneasy in the village. Damien was a born wanderer and began to sail for longer and longer periods of time. The only thing that brought him back was a girl in the village he had begun to admire. She was beautiful, willowy, with lovely red hair he loved to look at. She began to become interested in him as well, and by the age of sixteen it seemed like he had found his future wife. The relationship, however, soon turned sour. The girl became frustrated with his lying, insisting that he just tell her the truth. Damien couldn't stop himself from lying, however. She soon began to question whether his love for her was real or just another lie. By the time he was seventeen, she left him for another young man. Damien was crushed and locked his heart away, promising to never give it away so easily.
When he was eighteen, he was coming back to the village only once a week. His parents had long since given up pleading with him to stay. For his birthday, his parents gave him a small skiff. She was a beautiful ship, a deep rich honey color, made with love and care. Her tidy little green sail delighted him and he instantly fell in love. Instantly christening it the Swallow, for it reminded him of the cheery little birds that always seemed to come out on top of things, he packed his bags and set off.
For the past four years Damien has roamed the lands, never found far from a water source. The Swallow is so small and light he can easily carry her on his shoulders in a process called porterage. He uses her as a bed, a means of transportation, and sometimes protection. Along the way he changed his last name to Swallowtail and cannot even tell you what his old name was. He has seen many magnificent things, though you can never be sure what is true and what is not.
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Damien is a good looking guy. His skin is a tawny tan color from being exposed to the elements all day. He is not exceptionally tall, being only about 5'9", but is very muscular. He doesn't have an ounce of superfluous fat on his lean body. A smile is constantly on his young face, his chin usually dotted with a slight beard. To his dismay, he cannot grow facial hair very well. His hair is a sandy brown - it would be darker, but the sun has lightened it. His eyes are the most startling characteristic: they are a deep, bright blueberry color. They are not quite purple, but not truly blue and seem to be as deep as the sea.
Damien typically wears loose canvas pants, his feet either bare or clad in leather mocassin-like shoes. He usually wears a brightly colored vest as a top, leaving it open and untied. It is not rare, however, to find him in just pants. Around his neck he wears a needle-like tooth that he claims came from a leviathan. On his head is constantly perched a jaunty forest green hat, though the fabric is rather worn. In it is firmly sewn a glowing red-gold phoenix feather.
Personality: Damien is a very likable fellow, a good mix of courteous, friendly, and confident. A smile is usually on his face and he likes to sing in his pleasant baritone voice. Whistling is another favorite pastime. He is one of the few who seems to get along with everyone, bringing smiles and laughter to every occasion. He is a traveler at heart, sailing along the coasts of Malnor. Damien does not like to stay in one place for long and often just wanders off without saying a word. A bit forgetful, he is not good at keeping promises or remembering to do things. Much like a child, he is easily distracted and often goes about doing his own thing. He is not rude, he just doesn't always realize when he offends someone. If he knows someone is upset at him, he will offer an apology that is so sincere it will not be turned down. He gets along very well with women and enjoys their company. He has been called a flirt, which is true, but he never truly falls in love with anyone.
Damien's one big vice is that he is a compulsive liar. His face is always smiling and one can never tell when he is lying or when he is telling the truth. He does not tell people that he is a liar, for that fact has been met with a lot of displeasure over the years. Like all good lies, his 'stories' hold a nugget of truth. Damien cannot help but expand upon an event until it becomes something fantastical and extraordinary. Anything he says can be a lie, and he has gotten so good at it that he doesn't think twice about lying. Damien rarely, however, lies to truly deceive people in a bad way. He just gets a thrill out of having people believe him. The phoenix feather in his cap is perhaps one of his greatest lies: every time someone asks him where he got it, the story changes. It is said that not even Damien remembers where he got it.
Faction Affiliation: The sea
Weapon(s): In his waistband he usually keeps a curved fish knife. It is sharp enough to cut you before you know it, but he keeps it in a leather sheath so he does not nick himself. He also carries a long pole made out of dark, almost black, hardwood. It has been cured and weathered in such a way that it is nearly unbreakable. It has been known to withstand swords and he can use it quite proficiently. On the tip is a smooth, three inch long spike that he keeps sharpened.
Bio: Born in a small fishing village, Damien has always been near the sea. He could swim before he could walk and soon proved to be a natural sailor. When he was eight he was a valuable member of the village - he always seemed to bring in a fine catch and got along with everyone. His only flaw was that Damien couldn't help lying. Everything he said could be a lie, and his parents were exasperated. It was impossible to get a straight answer out of Damien. By age 10 he was an expert liar, pulling the wool over the eyes of anyone who talked to him. If confronted, he would merely look up with his deep blue eyes, so extraordinary innocent, and lie again. It seemed as if his tongue was impossible to tame.
When he was fifteen, his feet began to be uneasy in the village. Damien was a born wanderer and began to sail for longer and longer periods of time. The only thing that brought him back was a girl in the village he had begun to admire. She was beautiful, willowy, with lovely red hair he loved to look at. She began to become interested in him as well, and by the age of sixteen it seemed like he had found his future wife. The relationship, however, soon turned sour. The girl became frustrated with his lying, insisting that he just tell her the truth. Damien couldn't stop himself from lying, however. She soon began to question whether his love for her was real or just another lie. By the time he was seventeen, she left him for another young man. Damien was crushed and locked his heart away, promising to never give it away so easily.
When he was eighteen, he was coming back to the village only once a week. His parents had long since given up pleading with him to stay. For his birthday, his parents gave him a small skiff. She was a beautiful ship, a deep rich honey color, made with love and care. Her tidy little green sail delighted him and he instantly fell in love. Instantly christening it the Swallow, for it reminded him of the cheery little birds that always seemed to come out on top of things, he packed his bags and set off.
For the past four years Damien has roamed the lands, never found far from a water source. The Swallow is so small and light he can easily carry her on his shoulders in a process called porterage. He uses her as a bed, a means of transportation, and sometimes protection. Along the way he changed his last name to Swallowtail and cannot even tell you what his old name was. He has seen many magnificent things, though you can never be sure what is true and what is not.
