Aros Dinistiro
Jul 14, 2009 16:53:20 GMT -8
Post by EternallyAlone on Jul 14, 2009 16:53:20 GMT -8
On winds of the heavens
I will take flight
and be free
[/i][/size]I will take flight
and be free
{Character Name}
Aros Dinistiro
{Gender}
Male
{Age}
Thirty-one
{Element}
Air
{Animal}
Dragonfly
{Height for Human and Animal Counterpart}
He's about five ten in his human form and about thrity centimeters as a dragonfly.
{Description of Appearance}
{Human}
He stands five foot ten" and has a very proud look to his eyes. Aros has dark green eyes, like rain drenched grass and his silky blond hair often hangs infront of them. His face is oddly round, like a childs and he's often mistaked for a man in his early twenties. This helps with his job.
Aros wears nothing his a light red tunic, black leggings and a belt. He has a sword hidden beneath the tunic, strapped tightly to his slender back. The man is well muscled thought his frame is built in compasison to a lean woman. He is agils and quick for this reason.
{Animal}
Not much to say about this form, just your adverave dragonfly, except he is a glittering gold and his wings are a dark leafy green.
{History}
Aros grew up in the slums part of the capital, and often had to go running for his ill parents, who wheren't often seen to be out about the city. He grew lean and thin from his running and it wasn't often that e was ill, because his parents kept him out so much he hadn't the time to get this sickness's; he never knew what they were either.
The boy taught himself to read with the books his father wrote out for him, sitting under a tree outside their house to read it when he wasn't working or running for his parents. This was the way he learned to write as well, using a blank pen he scratched at the words until he knew their meaning and their shapes.
Once he was old enough and his parents had finally died Aros went about his way, venturing here and there, but never far from his home town. Aros never was a man to keep from danger, so he often worked odd jobs volenterily for the rebels, being so young looking he could stand next to gaurds and them not bother to talk in hushed tones, like they did when an abult came by them. Then, when he was asked to help the king spy on the rebels he obliged, knowing there was a large lumb of gold for him is he complied.
{Education}
He learened to read and write by himself, with his fathers teaching books.
{Occupation}
He's a mercenariy of sorts, as long as he's paid for his work.
{Political Affiliation}
He's for himself and no other, but he works for both rebels and royals.
{Current Home}
He lives in a small cottage in the capatil.
{Description of Personality}
Aros can be greedy. Aros can be giving. Aros can be many a thing, according to his mood. If he's pissed, he'll have nothign to do with anyone and he wickly cruel to those around him. Or, if he's just gotten paid or the like and is in a good mood, then he'll be kind hearted and he'll give out small amouts of his money to people. Aros rarely shows any other emotion, he doens't like telling others his personal life and he goes defensive if someone asks about it. He didn't really like his history, and so he stives to make the most of things day to day, not to dwell, not to aspire for the future, it's pointless to him.
Aros is bleak, somewhat. Meaning that he doesn't care about much of anything. Well, this is if he's upset, more then agervated or sad, just upset. The man talks like a man aged well beyond his years and as through nothing in this world matters to him. At these times Aros likes to be left alone, to think and ponder and then forget all that he's done through his life.
Aros is a some what troubled man.
{Personal Premise/Ambition/Motto}
I will be who I am, because if wasn't then I'd be lke all the other jocks in school.
[/color]Aros Dinistiro
{Gender}
Male
{Age}
Thirty-one
{Element}
Air
{Animal}
Dragonfly
{Height for Human and Animal Counterpart}
He's about five ten in his human form and about thrity centimeters as a dragonfly.
{Description of Appearance}
{Human}
He stands five foot ten" and has a very proud look to his eyes. Aros has dark green eyes, like rain drenched grass and his silky blond hair often hangs infront of them. His face is oddly round, like a childs and he's often mistaked for a man in his early twenties. This helps with his job.
Aros wears nothing his a light red tunic, black leggings and a belt. He has a sword hidden beneath the tunic, strapped tightly to his slender back. The man is well muscled thought his frame is built in compasison to a lean woman. He is agils and quick for this reason.
{Animal}
Not much to say about this form, just your adverave dragonfly, except he is a glittering gold and his wings are a dark leafy green.
{History}
Aros grew up in the slums part of the capital, and often had to go running for his ill parents, who wheren't often seen to be out about the city. He grew lean and thin from his running and it wasn't often that e was ill, because his parents kept him out so much he hadn't the time to get this sickness's; he never knew what they were either.
The boy taught himself to read with the books his father wrote out for him, sitting under a tree outside their house to read it when he wasn't working or running for his parents. This was the way he learned to write as well, using a blank pen he scratched at the words until he knew their meaning and their shapes.
Once he was old enough and his parents had finally died Aros went about his way, venturing here and there, but never far from his home town. Aros never was a man to keep from danger, so he often worked odd jobs volenterily for the rebels, being so young looking he could stand next to gaurds and them not bother to talk in hushed tones, like they did when an abult came by them. Then, when he was asked to help the king spy on the rebels he obliged, knowing there was a large lumb of gold for him is he complied.
{Education}
He learened to read and write by himself, with his fathers teaching books.
{Occupation}
He's a mercenariy of sorts, as long as he's paid for his work.
{Political Affiliation}
He's for himself and no other, but he works for both rebels and royals.
{Current Home}
He lives in a small cottage in the capatil.
{Description of Personality}
Aros can be greedy. Aros can be giving. Aros can be many a thing, according to his mood. If he's pissed, he'll have nothign to do with anyone and he wickly cruel to those around him. Or, if he's just gotten paid or the like and is in a good mood, then he'll be kind hearted and he'll give out small amouts of his money to people. Aros rarely shows any other emotion, he doens't like telling others his personal life and he goes defensive if someone asks about it. He didn't really like his history, and so he stives to make the most of things day to day, not to dwell, not to aspire for the future, it's pointless to him.
Aros is bleak, somewhat. Meaning that he doesn't care about much of anything. Well, this is if he's upset, more then agervated or sad, just upset. The man talks like a man aged well beyond his years and as through nothing in this world matters to him. At these times Aros likes to be left alone, to think and ponder and then forget all that he's done through his life.
Aros is a some what troubled man.
{Personal Premise/Ambition/Motto}
I will be who I am, because if wasn't then I'd be lke all the other jocks in school.
