Post by nikos on Dec 5, 2009 1:27:45 GMT -5
»Character Biography;;
Name: Nikos Grey
Nickname: Nik
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthday: June 10th
Species: Human
Appearance
Hair: Black, curly hair that’s a little longer than the nape of his neck. It seems to be constantly a mess.
Eyes: Large and gold, with what his mother always called bird’s beaks on the inside corners.
Completion: Pale brown, although long hours spent walking in the sun turned in much darker.
Build: Slight, wirey, but stronger than he looks.
Attire: Generally, Nikos doesn’t like wearing shoes. He likes to feel the dirt and the earth against the soles of his feet. He dresses in the scraps from the other members of his family and the other families in his caravan, and those were passed from others so by this point they are pretty raggedy. It’s all plain wool or cotton, without any bright or fancy colors. The most vivid thing he owns is a dark red vest he inherited from his older brother.
Vocals: Gentle, with an accent from his native tongue. The accent has a weight to it, and all of his words seem rounder and heavier.
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Personality: Easy going, soft spoken, but intensely focused. Because he is so quiet, many tend to think he is not a close listener. In truth he listens very closely, but he likes to take the time to think very carefully before he begins to ask questions. As such he tends to ask very good questions, that have stumped even his Grandfather in their depth.
Sexuality: Too young to really know yet.
Strengths: Smart, Listens, carefully considers all options before acting, has a penchant for planning. He’s also a very fast runner, excellent at navigating through and jumping over obstructions while running, good at hiding, and a passable tracker.
Weaknesses: He is only four feet tall, and while he’s able to outrun a lot of people he’s not strong. He’s also no good at convincing people to follow through on the plans he comes up with, and generally is very easy to push around.
Abilities
Active: None
Passive: None
Weapons: A small, relatively dull knife with a carved wooden handle. The handle has the image of a hawk.
Animal Form: N/A
History:
Nikos’ family is spread out across most of the world. Several of his uncles and at least two of his brothers are on different continents now. However, that is the nature of his family- to be large and wide spread.
He was raised the youngest of ten siblings (six brothers, four sisters, total) and was doted upon by the surrounding family. He lived with three of his brothers, two of his sisters, his mother, his father, two of his father’s brothers, their wives, his grandfather and four other families. They traveled the countryside, peddling goods that they bought from highwaymen and other unsavory types who were looking to get things off their hands for some money.
His family didn’t have much, but they were happy. He never had any sort of proper school, was never taught to read or write or any of the historical battles. He didn’t know any of the rulers beyond occasionally being told who’s land they were on. He knew scraps of geography from what he was able to glean from the adults’ discussions.
But he learned how to strike a bargain in his favor, how to tell which way the wind was blowing, which animals lived in what places and how to hunt them, how to identify real gems from the fakes. He knew how to speak his people’s language and the common tongue with equal fluency. He learned how to find the hidden trails in the forests, and how to beat his grandfather at checkers.
His life was simple, but he was happy.
However, one day his family was striking a deal with some horse traders, trying to haggle for what they deemed a fair price for a healthy mare. He hadn’t been paying much attention, as he’d been dragged away to play with the horse trader’s daughter. It was then that their families were attacked by the daemons. He saw her parents ripped apart first, and then his brother and his father. He was running before he knew what happened to any of the others, but from the screams he heard at his back he assumed the worst. The two of them plunged into the woods, and as they ran he couldn’t help but wonder what they were running to now.
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