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 Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 12:18 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:09 pm
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[The Grimm - Seymour Luikhart]_____________________
[ NAME ] Seymour Luikart.
[ DATE OF BIRTH ] August 30 1382 (Virgo).
[ AGE ] 32.
[ ALLIANCE ] The Council of Science.
[ REGION ]
Born in Shyregoed.
Raised in Helios for a small amount of time.
Moved back to Shyregoed (edge of Shyregoed, close to Helios) at the age of 5
Gadu - - - [ Four Months; Apprenticeship under Amory Kempe & Student at the University ]
Shyregoed - - - [ Currently ]
[ OCCUPATION ] Hermit; Apprenticeship under Amory in Psychology
[ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ]
Seymour is around 6'4 and rather bulky in build (when one needs to carry his own fire wood around, they tend to get muscles). He has dark brown hair that ends slightly before the shoulder and owns a pair of chocolate brown eyes (usually hidden under all his hair). With the cold climate of his home, Seymour's wardrobe is rather limited and most people will see him in: a heavy worn out coat that tends to make the silent man even more like a 'bear' then he would like, a pair of pants (they are usually only brown or dark brown), and a pair of old boots.
[ PERSONALITY ]
Seymour is very quiet. He doesn’t talk much and most would believe he was mute, but – obviously – that’s not true. Seymour can talk, but he doesn’t like talking. The man prefers to keep things to himself and hardly ever replies to anyone. The most an average stranger could get out of him is a nod. Of course, there are some people (like his grandfather) who Seymour does not mind talking to and even then he tries to keep his sentences and questions short and straight to the point.
With how quiet he is, some believe that he prefers being alone. That is half true. Seymour doesn’t mind the loneliness, but he doesn’t like it either. As a human, he likes to be surrounded by people, but there is one problem: He does not know how to react to others. Seymour lived most of his life with his grandfather, and the two – usually – stay near the house. They only ever leave the house when food is running low or when they are running out of fire wood. Seymour’s grandfather hardly ever invites anyone other and even when it happens, it’s pretty annual. In Seymour’s life, he had only encountered a handful of people (those being his grandfather) and this makes interacting with others a very alien concept to him.
Hardly interacting with others does have an effect on the man. Seymour is really easy to make fun of and he also gets embarrassed really easily. Since he does not know how to react to certain situations, the man would just blush, hide his face in his scarf and just wait for the embarrassment to end. He also gets flustered very easily.
However, despite his silence, the man is actually very nice. Seymour likes being helpful, but with the problem of his ‘anti-social’ behavior and how tall he is, most people would run from him before he could help.
Seymour is also a hard worker. He usually finishes his given chores a head of time, and uses what’s left to either read or start on the chores for the next day (if the chore could be done early). Even though they have books in the house, there’s not many and most of them are old news papers or notes his father had previously owned, but Seymour doesn’t mind. He likes reading.
[ HOBBIES ]
Seymour likes to read. Sadly, the only books available to him are a combination of old news papers and a small stake of documents that had once belong to his father.
[ LIKES ]
There are a lot of things that Seymour likes, but his current favorites would have to be snow and his grandfather's kiseru. His favorite past time as a little boy was to watch the snow fall outside while he and his grandfather sat near the window together. His grandfather would always have his kiseru with him as they sat there, talking. He can still remember the smell of tobacco coming off from the pipe and his grandfather's shirt. Those days were his favorite and they are his fondest memory of his grandfather.
[ DISLIKES ]
Seymour doesn't really hate anything, but there is one thing he prefers not to do: over sleeping. When the man over sleeps, the rest of the day ends up feeling like a daze. There are even times when he got headaches from over sleeping. However, after the credence Meta, Seymour has become very cautious of birds (especially crows and pigeons).
[ HISTORY ]
Seymour was born in Shyregoed, but his parents didn’t think the isolating environment would do the boy any good. So they had decided to move to Helios where it was warmer, and was more crowded and friendlier. However, he was forced to move back to Shyregoed at the age of 5. Tragedy had struck, and a fire had broken out in his house. Both his parents were burned to death and he was the only survivor. Without a home and without his parents, Seymour was sent back to live with his grandfather.
Life wasn’t bad for him. The boy learned to survive alone and had also learned to be independent. Seymour was living just fine with only his grandfather and the occasional visit from the doctor and his daughter (annual checkups and random visits). Sure the two might leave for town once in a blue moon, but those occasions are rare and it only lasts for a few hours (they spend it buying new equipment and the occasional news paper).
Nothing exciting happened in Seymour’s life, but it was fulfilling. He grew up happy and had all the family love he needed from his grandfather and companionship from the Doctor's daughter (even after she left on her adventures she would send him letters via falcon), his life was bright and it was going great.
Sadly, fate always has plans.
As Seymour grows, so does his grandfather. By the time Seymour was an adult his grandfather was already a very old man. Sure the old man was healthy, but he was still old and was having problems with his body (back aches and joint pains). In order to repay his grandfather for everything he had done, Seymour took over. Just as the old man had taken care of him, Seymour was going to look after his grandfather. Neither put much thought into the natural orders of life, it was natural for people to grow old and eventually die. It was life! However, Seymour’s grandfather becoming infected with the Black Plague was completely unexpected.
With a weakened body, Seymour's grandfather fell victim to the plague as many has. Since there is no cure, the only thing Seymour could do was watch as the virus slowly ate away at his grandfather's life. A month after the infection, Seymour's grandfather stopped breathing.
When Seymour saw the dead man, he didn't cry. He just stood there for a good minute, trying to understand the situation before finally deciding what to do. The process of burying his grandfather was slow and painful, but he did it. He had buried his grandfather. As the realization hit him, the man finally started to cry.
After the death of his grandfather, Seymour lived by himself. It was painful at first, and having so many memories shared in that house made it even worst. However, Seymour forced himself to move on. The first thing he did after he's realization was to move everything that belonged to his grandfather into the storage room. It took him a while, but he did it. He had moved everything into the storage room, well, almost everything. The only thing that still lingers was the kiseru his grandfather had always kept. Seymour didn't know why, but he just couldn't bare to even think of letting it collect dust. Maybe it was because it was his grandfather's treasure? Maybe it was because the old man always had it with him? Seymour wasn't sure, but something about his grandfather's kiseru just makes it hard for him to store away.
With a sigh, the man stored away everything but the kiseru.
Since then, the kiseru rests itself on top of the fire place. It sits there as a reminder to Seymour of the man who raised him and also of the time the two had shared.
[ EXTRA INFORMATION ]
[1]- - - Seymour is left-handed.
[2]- - - He bites his lip when he's nervous
[ TALKS IN ] Dark Golden Rod.
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:29 pm
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