A winter's chill crawled forth through the ghost-like town. Its touch seemed to drive away any stragglers of the day's activities, leaving the few shining lights that illuminated the snowy streets lonely. Snow continued to drift down upon the town, covering it up for a night's sleep. Yet, even in this small of a town, not everyone sleeps.
Name: Zyle Travis
Age: 20
Birthplace: Lydia, Galbranth
Common Outfit: Sleek white pants, and white overcoat, with a black undershirt. Often times, he carries a rose with him.
Personality: Though quiet and subdued, Zyle has his times where he breaks out towards a hyper atmosphere - though he still is very naive when it comes to real world things.
Quirks: Sometimes hums a little tune.
History: Cast out from the city he grew up in, Zyle travels the world, attempting to find any sort of redemption so he can gain his home back. His travels lead him out of Galbranth and into Fahdris, where he comes across a small lonely town in the mountains. However, it isn't as lonely as he might have suspected.
Picture:
It was tonight, that a lone man had come into town, slightly weatherbeaten. His thoughts cried to the town, wishing for it to awaken, and breathe some life into him. He could only wonder, if anyone would await a night of absolution, and come through, even as his body seemed haggard. "Seems that even Valencia closes down at night."
Creator's Note: Zyle is pretty much looking for companions on their own journey's, so that he can continue his.
