Post by Koriat Cyredanthem on Jun 30, 2009 22:36:14 GMT -5
*Name: Cymry Porten
Cymry is pronounces "SIHM-ree"
Nickname: Longlegs, Cym (pronounced "sihm")
*Gender: He looks slightly feminine, but is male.
*Age: He looks to be in his early twenties, late teens - but he's really about 500 years old
*General Physical Description: Cymry is blind, and his eyes are a milky white as a result of this. His hair is close-cropped and a brilliant black shade, almost blue in the right light. He stands at about six and a half feet, very tall, and has been described as "lanky" with his long arms and legs. He almost always has a six-foot staff in his right hand, which is unadorned but polished smooth and made of rich red wood. His ears have a very slight point to them, and he can move them.
Scars: He has a few, but the only ones visible is a long, ragged scar that goes across his eyes and is obviously the source of his blindness. His right ear is nicked in the side with three parallel scrapes that took off triangular bits of flesh.
Normal Clothing: He likes to wear forest greens and browns that look kind of like rags - but if he freezes in a forest, he is nearly impossible to see. He has a gold ring on his left hand's middle finger; it has a symbol that many say is the symbol of friendship (two hands clasping). Sometimes he wears a hat, but not often, and never when it rains. If it is wet or cold, he might wear a cape of dark green and matching thin gloves.
*Abilities: He is skilled with hand-to-hand combat and can use his staff as a weapon if pressed, though he prefers not to fight at all. He loves nature and has quite the green thumb - literally. Cymry can grow a plant in half the time it normally takes, and sometimes less if he concentrates. The loss of his sight in no great hindrance to him.
*Occupation: Wandering
*General Personality Description: He is very easy-going, always willing and eager to speak with anyone who would share camp-space or even if they just pass on the road. He smiles often, and has a laugh that some say is very charming. Cymry enjoys joking and playing, but if someone is hurt, he will be the first to offer help.
He began speaking Common only a year ago, and is not used to the language yet; he may sound unrefined when speaking it. Cymry's native tongue, commonly called Elvish but not true Elvish, is much more flowing and poetic than Common, giving his speech a rich quality that makes it seem like he speaks softly and fluently no matter what.
Likes: nature, music, company, and new sights
Dislikes: rowdy bars/taverns, stinking cities, and hot days without shade
Quirks: He might stop suddenly to examine a plant by the side of the road, and can change the subject of a discussion very quickly if he wants to.
*Family: No one knows. Some say he doesn't even know, but he does know that he is considered a "bastard" - half elf, half human. He was raised by a blacksmith, Gnorgon, in Narga, raising plants to sell alongside his "father's" iron and steel products.
*Brief History: Cymry left his "father's" house when he was fourteen, seeking his riched elsewhere in the world. He has traveled far and wide to seek out some of the best plants, and is on his way to Blith at the moment. It is a long journey, and he has run into many misfortunes, but is still optimistic as he examines the plants around him by touch, taste, smell, and sound (some chime or snap differently from others). He is known to get sick occassionally from tasting a plant he didn't know.
Currently in: You Need Not See (Zenbev)
Cymry is pronounces "SIHM-ree"
Nickname: Longlegs, Cym (pronounced "sihm")
*Gender: He looks slightly feminine, but is male.
*Age: He looks to be in his early twenties, late teens - but he's really about 500 years old
*General Physical Description: Cymry is blind, and his eyes are a milky white as a result of this. His hair is close-cropped and a brilliant black shade, almost blue in the right light. He stands at about six and a half feet, very tall, and has been described as "lanky" with his long arms and legs. He almost always has a six-foot staff in his right hand, which is unadorned but polished smooth and made of rich red wood. His ears have a very slight point to them, and he can move them.
Scars: He has a few, but the only ones visible is a long, ragged scar that goes across his eyes and is obviously the source of his blindness. His right ear is nicked in the side with three parallel scrapes that took off triangular bits of flesh.
Normal Clothing: He likes to wear forest greens and browns that look kind of like rags - but if he freezes in a forest, he is nearly impossible to see. He has a gold ring on his left hand's middle finger; it has a symbol that many say is the symbol of friendship (two hands clasping). Sometimes he wears a hat, but not often, and never when it rains. If it is wet or cold, he might wear a cape of dark green and matching thin gloves.
*Abilities: He is skilled with hand-to-hand combat and can use his staff as a weapon if pressed, though he prefers not to fight at all. He loves nature and has quite the green thumb - literally. Cymry can grow a plant in half the time it normally takes, and sometimes less if he concentrates. The loss of his sight in no great hindrance to him.
*Occupation: Wandering
*General Personality Description: He is very easy-going, always willing and eager to speak with anyone who would share camp-space or even if they just pass on the road. He smiles often, and has a laugh that some say is very charming. Cymry enjoys joking and playing, but if someone is hurt, he will be the first to offer help.
He began speaking Common only a year ago, and is not used to the language yet; he may sound unrefined when speaking it. Cymry's native tongue, commonly called Elvish but not true Elvish, is much more flowing and poetic than Common, giving his speech a rich quality that makes it seem like he speaks softly and fluently no matter what.
Likes: nature, music, company, and new sights
Dislikes: rowdy bars/taverns, stinking cities, and hot days without shade
Quirks: He might stop suddenly to examine a plant by the side of the road, and can change the subject of a discussion very quickly if he wants to.
*Family: No one knows. Some say he doesn't even know, but he does know that he is considered a "bastard" - half elf, half human. He was raised by a blacksmith, Gnorgon, in Narga, raising plants to sell alongside his "father's" iron and steel products.
*Brief History: Cymry left his "father's" house when he was fourteen, seeking his riched elsewhere in the world. He has traveled far and wide to seek out some of the best plants, and is on his way to Blith at the moment. It is a long journey, and he has run into many misfortunes, but is still optimistic as he examines the plants around him by touch, taste, smell, and sound (some chime or snap differently from others). He is known to get sick occassionally from tasting a plant he didn't know.
Currently in: You Need Not See (Zenbev)