Tier Naestrana: The Boy who Wanders
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Name: Tier Naestrana
Age:18
Occupation: Unemployed
Education: Currently not placed anywhere. (Yet)
Appearance: Standing at roughly 5 ft 4' Tier was a fairly pale boy. His golden hair ending in rows of carefully worked spikes that come just over his eyes, covering the sapphire orbs that lay beneath. He wasn't a stocky kid, far from it. His slender build often being covered in baggy street clothes like a hoody or leather jacket.
Mentality: Tier always came across as a cocky kid, his background being his own and his life all the more so. Safe to say he had charisma,but didn't seem to have much in terms of friends. Where ever he went, he did so alone. Yet he wasn't aggressive or rude to others, he simply did not seem to form an attachment with them. Always seeming to leave or 'have something to do' before anyone could get too close. And because of that, not many could say how they felt about him. Some judged it as snobbery, believing that he considered himself above others. While some thought of him as simply shy. The truth was his own however. And if he stayed the way he was, then it would be this way for a long time.
Biography: Tier was young. But he didn;t show it. His life being that of independence having left his family at a young age. Whether that was out of issues or simply a yearning to do so no one could say. He got by easy enough, taking the odd job here and there while eating fairly well and keeping his nose out of (most) trouble. One thing was sure, he wasn't normal. Something about him seemed odd, different. The way he looked at others always seeming to study or learn something. Yet whatever that was was again a mystery. More often than not, you would see him wandering the streets, or drawing within an old, worn sketchbook.What those drawings and notes were were his business. He never showed it top anyone but it was clear that it is important to him in some way. The neighbours at his flat have learnt to ignore the low mumbles and light bags coming from his rooms. He wasn't causing harm to them, so no need to get all worried about it.
Age:18
Occupation: Unemployed
Education: Currently not placed anywhere. (Yet)
Appearance: Standing at roughly 5 ft 4' Tier was a fairly pale boy. His golden hair ending in rows of carefully worked spikes that come just over his eyes, covering the sapphire orbs that lay beneath. He wasn't a stocky kid, far from it. His slender build often being covered in baggy street clothes like a hoody or leather jacket.
Mentality: Tier always came across as a cocky kid, his background being his own and his life all the more so. Safe to say he had charisma,but didn't seem to have much in terms of friends. Where ever he went, he did so alone. Yet he wasn't aggressive or rude to others, he simply did not seem to form an attachment with them. Always seeming to leave or 'have something to do' before anyone could get too close. And because of that, not many could say how they felt about him. Some judged it as snobbery, believing that he considered himself above others. While some thought of him as simply shy. The truth was his own however. And if he stayed the way he was, then it would be this way for a long time.
Biography: Tier was young. But he didn;t show it. His life being that of independence having left his family at a young age. Whether that was out of issues or simply a yearning to do so no one could say. He got by easy enough, taking the odd job here and there while eating fairly well and keeping his nose out of (most) trouble. One thing was sure, he wasn't normal. Something about him seemed odd, different. The way he looked at others always seeming to study or learn something. Yet whatever that was was again a mystery. More often than not, you would see him wandering the streets, or drawing within an old, worn sketchbook.What those drawings and notes were were his business. He never showed it top anyone but it was clear that it is important to him in some way. The neighbours at his flat have learnt to ignore the low mumbles and light bags coming from his rooms. He wasn't causing harm to them, so no need to get all worried about it.
