Post by Morgan on Jul 16, 2008 9:07:46 GMT 11
Full Name: Mordred Aster (Asphodel.)
Nickname: None, just Mordred.
Age: 17.
Date of Birth: 1993, December 21st.
Gender: Male.
Family: Meryl - Mother.
Raoul - Father.
Morgan - Sister (16.)
Appearance: Mordred reaches about 5' 8'', a nice, mediocre size for his age. His frame is a bit smaller than most others, with shoulders that aren't very well-defined. He's gangly, with limbs bent at awkward angles as if he doesn't know where to place them. He doesn't exercise a lot, nor does he have a particularly good appetite, so he looks underfed almost to the point of being unhealthy.
His hair is silk-smooth, a warm light brown, a bit long as he frequently forgets to get it cut. He has bangs he constantly tosses to the side of his head to get out of his eyes - which vary from hazel to a greyish yellow. His brows are thin and translucent, his skin pale and clammy, the tone of someone who doesn't spend much time outside. He has a pointed chin and nose, thin lips, and no strength or muscle to speak of, in his bones.
Personality: Mordred has almost never been happy. He's generally not unhappy either - he breezes through life content, a little uncaring for the world around him, and a recluse. He literally doesn't leave the house and has to be called by his mother or sister to come down for school. He doesn't use much energy so he doesn't need much sleep or food.
His entire personality is bland, and mild as a newborn lamb. He may be a little wiser than his years, but at times, he can be bizarre with his observations. He doesn't talk much to his peers, and when he does, it's in a very soft and reclined voice. He doesn't like to get people riled up or get tangled in any sort of trouble. Sometimes he can be a bit bemused, but he tries not to think about the future, wanting to lead as simple a life as he can.
He is generally friendless, but knows respect and courtesy. He has a collection of writing in a thin binder not many people have seen - mostly poetry, but often doesn't know what to do with it. He likes staring out his window and daydreaming, somehow thinking about nothing and everything at once. His schoolwork is anything but satisfactory and his attitude towards life isn't very ambitious, something his father never hesitates to point out.
History: Cinake was always a part of his existence. The schools, the people, the backyards. He'd never paid much attention, but it was nice to wake up in the morning and see something familiar. His father works in a company whose name escapes his memory. It had something to do with cars though. His mother had been a school teacher, but stopped working after she had kids. She was into gardening, cleaning, grocery shopping, really doing the part of a housewife.
His father never really noticed though.
The house a bit too big for comfort, so he spent a bit of time on his balcony on the top floor at night. Watching the stars ignite one by one. He wasn't as close as he could have been with his sister, and sometimes he felt bad that he wasn't pulling his weight, wasn't being a good elder brother. But he didn't know what he was supposed to do.
Elemental Past: -
Element: -
Anything Else: Nothing, for the moment.
Drawings: *coughs* Maybe next lifetime. I'll be sure to pick up drawing by then.
The parts below will be filled in later.
Summoning Creature: Probably none.
Task to complete: I'm unsure, but I want to bring him into the plot somehow, preferably with magical means, something to explain his odd personality. My brain can't supply any plot-twists at the moment so I suppose he's just a minor character for now.
Nickname: None, just Mordred.
Age: 17.
Date of Birth: 1993, December 21st.
Gender: Male.
Family: Meryl - Mother.
Raoul - Father.
Morgan - Sister (16.)
Appearance: Mordred reaches about 5' 8'', a nice, mediocre size for his age. His frame is a bit smaller than most others, with shoulders that aren't very well-defined. He's gangly, with limbs bent at awkward angles as if he doesn't know where to place them. He doesn't exercise a lot, nor does he have a particularly good appetite, so he looks underfed almost to the point of being unhealthy.
His hair is silk-smooth, a warm light brown, a bit long as he frequently forgets to get it cut. He has bangs he constantly tosses to the side of his head to get out of his eyes - which vary from hazel to a greyish yellow. His brows are thin and translucent, his skin pale and clammy, the tone of someone who doesn't spend much time outside. He has a pointed chin and nose, thin lips, and no strength or muscle to speak of, in his bones.
Personality: Mordred has almost never been happy. He's generally not unhappy either - he breezes through life content, a little uncaring for the world around him, and a recluse. He literally doesn't leave the house and has to be called by his mother or sister to come down for school. He doesn't use much energy so he doesn't need much sleep or food.
His entire personality is bland, and mild as a newborn lamb. He may be a little wiser than his years, but at times, he can be bizarre with his observations. He doesn't talk much to his peers, and when he does, it's in a very soft and reclined voice. He doesn't like to get people riled up or get tangled in any sort of trouble. Sometimes he can be a bit bemused, but he tries not to think about the future, wanting to lead as simple a life as he can.
He is generally friendless, but knows respect and courtesy. He has a collection of writing in a thin binder not many people have seen - mostly poetry, but often doesn't know what to do with it. He likes staring out his window and daydreaming, somehow thinking about nothing and everything at once. His schoolwork is anything but satisfactory and his attitude towards life isn't very ambitious, something his father never hesitates to point out.
History: Cinake was always a part of his existence. The schools, the people, the backyards. He'd never paid much attention, but it was nice to wake up in the morning and see something familiar. His father works in a company whose name escapes his memory. It had something to do with cars though. His mother had been a school teacher, but stopped working after she had kids. She was into gardening, cleaning, grocery shopping, really doing the part of a housewife.
His father never really noticed though.
The house a bit too big for comfort, so he spent a bit of time on his balcony on the top floor at night. Watching the stars ignite one by one. He wasn't as close as he could have been with his sister, and sometimes he felt bad that he wasn't pulling his weight, wasn't being a good elder brother. But he didn't know what he was supposed to do.
Elemental Past: -
Element: -
Anything Else: Nothing, for the moment.
Drawings: *coughs* Maybe next lifetime. I'll be sure to pick up drawing by then.
The parts below will be filled in later.
Summoning Creature: Probably none.
Task to complete: I'm unsure, but I want to bring him into the plot somehow, preferably with magical means, something to explain his odd personality. My brain can't supply any plot-twists at the moment so I suppose he's just a minor character for now.