Post by Wixvhen Deverus on Sept 20, 2010 2:25:07 GMT -5
Name: Wixvhen Deverus
Gender: Male
Age:22
Species:Dog (Golden Retriever)
Personality:As per a natural trait of his species, he's a very calm, friendly, and caring person. He is a trusting and dependable person, believing in others that he feels are good people, and showing others that he is trustworthy as well. However, when trust is broken he tends to hold a slight grudge until the memory passes (which can take a while or no time at all depending upon how bad the event was.) He is almost pacifistic in nature, avoiding conflict where possible and never killing unless it's a choice between life or death.
While he is a very pleasant person usually... He can become a rather cold person when he doesn't like somebody, ignoring and avoiding them entirely rather than trying to reconcile differences. He's often known for his rather wonderful or terrible luck, never seeming to be quite average. Despite the glasses, he can see averagely well without them, using them more as a barrier between himself and others to handle his shyness, feeling more confident despite the lack of any real protection.
He is a bit antisocial, but the few people he does talks to and likes he loves like family, making him do rather insane things for people who consider him a good friend at best. This makes manipulation very easy if told by people he trusts to do something.
Appearance: Wixvhen Deverus is a golden furred dog, somewhat thick and soft fur. He stands at an average height of five feet and nine inches. He wears small glasses meant for seeing long distances because of far sightedness. He wears (usually) either a brownish white shirt or no shirt (if he's alone) and brown cloth pants. He wears the gauntlets on either side of his pants for easy access when he needs to put them on.
He has golden eyes that match his fur color and a constant grin that seems to never disappear. His hair color is a darker brown setting it apart from his fur as well as bringing out the color of his eyes. Since he rarely goes to large gathering areas for more than a day or two, he doesn't worry often about his hair being too long, keeping it short enough to not entirely block his vision. Because of his rather light diet and his more than active lifestyle, he has a thin frame.
Allegiance (Redwall, Salamanderstron, etc): Redwall
Weapons: Gauntlets, covering the inside and back of the hand. They double as both his weapon and his shield despite lack of any hand to hand training. He often relies on them, using the sole tactics of grabbing sharp weapons and using the other hand to punch, or using the forearm part of the gauntlets to act as a shield. He has no 'real weapons' or armor, wearing regular clothes in lieu of defense substances, and carrying a small knife meant for wood carving rather than fighting.
Position: None (Being a wanderer he has no official position, but will perform odd jobs when he must.)
History: From a young age, Wixvhen was raised on his father's chivalrous laws, believing in kindness and respect for others over almost everything else. However, rumors of his father being less than honorable started a torrent of other rumors which slowly dragged his family name into ruins, leaving them with few possessions, most of his father's possessions being sold to pay debts that the others 'made' to make him pay for things he hadn't done. It wasn't until his suicide that the abuse of his family, or rather him since his father was gone, ended.
The few who felt truly grievous returned their ill gotten gains, however in the end it wasn't enough to truly warrant staying. After selling his father's house and the possessions inside he bought a few things he would need to feed himself and left the village. Carrying only the gauntlets (and arm guards since they were attached), a few changes of clothes, his glasses since he was slightly far sighted, a fishing rod, and carving knife, he left to find his own way, living off of the land mostly where he could, and working as a temporary odd job worker where he couldn't.
Despite his friendly attitude, he avoids talking with others when he can, finding conversation to be nearly unwanted as he roams from area to area.
RP Sample: Wixvhen blushed as he pushed his glasses up his nose. He wasn't used to being complimented. "T-thanks, I didn't know you would enjoy it that much." He said, welcoming the compliment awkwardly as he quickly found his feet very interesting. "I just did what anybody would have." He continued, smiling as he realized that for once something he did almost all of the time was being appreciated.
"I-if you want, I could get more for you." He offered, feeling a little more brave after her compliment. "They aren't hard to find, and I... I like making people happy." He said trying to keep from looking as embaressed as he felt.
Gender: Male
Age:22
Species:Dog (Golden Retriever)
Personality:As per a natural trait of his species, he's a very calm, friendly, and caring person. He is a trusting and dependable person, believing in others that he feels are good people, and showing others that he is trustworthy as well. However, when trust is broken he tends to hold a slight grudge until the memory passes (which can take a while or no time at all depending upon how bad the event was.) He is almost pacifistic in nature, avoiding conflict where possible and never killing unless it's a choice between life or death.
While he is a very pleasant person usually... He can become a rather cold person when he doesn't like somebody, ignoring and avoiding them entirely rather than trying to reconcile differences. He's often known for his rather wonderful or terrible luck, never seeming to be quite average. Despite the glasses, he can see averagely well without them, using them more as a barrier between himself and others to handle his shyness, feeling more confident despite the lack of any real protection.
He is a bit antisocial, but the few people he does talks to and likes he loves like family, making him do rather insane things for people who consider him a good friend at best. This makes manipulation very easy if told by people he trusts to do something.
Appearance: Wixvhen Deverus is a golden furred dog, somewhat thick and soft fur. He stands at an average height of five feet and nine inches. He wears small glasses meant for seeing long distances because of far sightedness. He wears (usually) either a brownish white shirt or no shirt (if he's alone) and brown cloth pants. He wears the gauntlets on either side of his pants for easy access when he needs to put them on.
He has golden eyes that match his fur color and a constant grin that seems to never disappear. His hair color is a darker brown setting it apart from his fur as well as bringing out the color of his eyes. Since he rarely goes to large gathering areas for more than a day or two, he doesn't worry often about his hair being too long, keeping it short enough to not entirely block his vision. Because of his rather light diet and his more than active lifestyle, he has a thin frame.
Allegiance (Redwall, Salamanderstron, etc): Redwall
Weapons: Gauntlets, covering the inside and back of the hand. They double as both his weapon and his shield despite lack of any hand to hand training. He often relies on them, using the sole tactics of grabbing sharp weapons and using the other hand to punch, or using the forearm part of the gauntlets to act as a shield. He has no 'real weapons' or armor, wearing regular clothes in lieu of defense substances, and carrying a small knife meant for wood carving rather than fighting.
Position: None (Being a wanderer he has no official position, but will perform odd jobs when he must.)
History: From a young age, Wixvhen was raised on his father's chivalrous laws, believing in kindness and respect for others over almost everything else. However, rumors of his father being less than honorable started a torrent of other rumors which slowly dragged his family name into ruins, leaving them with few possessions, most of his father's possessions being sold to pay debts that the others 'made' to make him pay for things he hadn't done. It wasn't until his suicide that the abuse of his family, or rather him since his father was gone, ended.
The few who felt truly grievous returned their ill gotten gains, however in the end it wasn't enough to truly warrant staying. After selling his father's house and the possessions inside he bought a few things he would need to feed himself and left the village. Carrying only the gauntlets (and arm guards since they were attached), a few changes of clothes, his glasses since he was slightly far sighted, a fishing rod, and carving knife, he left to find his own way, living off of the land mostly where he could, and working as a temporary odd job worker where he couldn't.
Despite his friendly attitude, he avoids talking with others when he can, finding conversation to be nearly unwanted as he roams from area to area.
RP Sample: Wixvhen blushed as he pushed his glasses up his nose. He wasn't used to being complimented. "T-thanks, I didn't know you would enjoy it that much." He said, welcoming the compliment awkwardly as he quickly found his feet very interesting. "I just did what anybody would have." He continued, smiling as he realized that for once something he did almost all of the time was being appreciated.
"I-if you want, I could get more for you." He offered, feeling a little more brave after her compliment. "They aren't hard to find, and I... I like making people happy." He said trying to keep from looking as embaressed as he felt.
