|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2020 1:23 pm
 (Lines by kaname423, Color by Tasinei)
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 12:18 pm
Info:
Name: Harakan
Race: Geian
Gender: Male
3 Base Traits: Boisterous, passionate, optimistic.
Personality: Harakan is a young man that very much enjoys living on the outside of his skin. He’s the sort of person who can fill a room all by himself. Seldom without a wide grin, the confidence in his own abilities is such that it’s easily taken for arrogance or recklessness. This is not unreasonable, as the young man will sometimes lapse into the habit of thinking he’s the best suited to any given problem. Sometimes a bit slow on the uptake, but when he catches up there’ll often be a more complete picture in his eye. Overall a friendly chap, if occasionally overwhelming to be around.
Description: Pale green eyes and hair, worn short, dark brown skin. Markings seem to be a greyish length, like to certain insects, that begins somewhere on his right shoulderblade and loops over the shoulder to end on his right breast. Stocky, standing around 5’4”, some people would be shocked to find out that he’s not actually as big in body as he is in voice and presence.
Clothing: Dresses most often for comfort, vest, gloves, and trews just loose enough to feel nature on his skin. Most often yellows, blacks and browns. Practicality often sees him don a warm wool cloak, as he tends to range out in all weather, and his ol’ mum wouldn’t forgive him for catching cold out there.
Accessories: Wears a folmar tooth on one wrist from a leather thong. First challenging scrap out on his own in the mountains. Fond of bronze trinkets, and likes the jingle of charms or bells at his belt. Partly a self-imposed challenge, and partly an overt challenge to the world, letting everyone know he’s coming.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 12:19 pm
History: Born, as is not uncommon, to parents of the Resource and Community Sectors, Harakan was adventurous from the start. His sire helped plan out settlements around the natural shape of the land. His mother was more interested in mining, coaxing optimal yield from the earth and thus profit for the whole people, miners included. Often they took their new boy on trips to or from a mine or prospective site for some use or other. No siblings, before or behind, so it remained a small family unit. That suited him just fine. The taller young Harakan grew, the longer his legs, the more he walked. And walked. And walked! Soon his parents could hardly keep up with his enthusiastic stride, and by that point, he’d gone and hit his teens. They apprenticed him, at his request, to a surveyor of their acquaintance, Resource Sector, and that was that.
The young Geian loves little more than exploration, seeing what’s over that next hill or just in that gulley down there. He’s never looked back on his life with doubt of his path, or at least never expressed it where anybody’s around to hear. Even the local wildlife, some of it markedly unfriendly, isn’t enough to curb that joy at discovery and adventure. In point of fact, the more he’s out charting and navigating it, the more he’s coming to love the world around him, emulating what he sees, what he hears and feels, and striving to disrupt it as little as possible with his passage. …With the minor exception of crowing at the top of his considerable lungs when he’s managed to get near the crest of a particularly high mountain. Boys will be boys.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2020 12:19 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
