Post by Lyrt on Oct 24, 2012 0:28:50 GMT -5
Name: Rilcha Winter
Age: 11
Race: Human
Occupation: Common Thief
Allegiance: Broddring?
Physical Description: Rilcha is unusually small for his age due to malnutrition from living on the streets for so long, his growth stunted from a young age. His hair is matted, and covered in grim like the rest of his body from a lack of bathing. Yet under all of the layers of dirt he is a sickly white, with rich brown hair and bright green eyes.
The rags that he calls clothing are mismatched, yet they are far to worn to even distinguish which are and which are not. The shoes he wears are far too big to fit his feet and flap comically while he walks. A knife is the only possession of any worth that he has, small and curved he keeps it in the toe of his boots until he finds a need for it.
Personality: Rilcha does not act like a child by any means, or at least he does not think of himself as doing so. He is highly independent and refuses to accept help even in a life or death situation. Mainly because of his fear of becoming indebted to a person, and possibly becoming indebted for the rest of his life. He had heard stories of such occurrences where children were pushed into slavery because of similar debts. Even as a street rat he has far too much pride in himself to fall as low as a slave.
He refuses to show fear, even in the face of the greatest horrors of the world. Fear would make him seem weak and the thought of an individual taking advantage of such things to control him was maddening.
Even with the brave front he puts on, and no matter how much he denies it he is but a child. Simply terrified of thunder, of people with a frightening appearance, and terrified of ever being locked up with his freedom stripped from him.
History: Rilcha's mother was a prostitute in Teirm, she never knew who the father was nor did she care. Once he was born in the snowy depths of the winter she left him off in an alleyway without even the thought to wrap the newborn in a blanket.
He was found by a kindly old man, who had no family but himself and taken in by him. His name was Icia, yet Rilcha was too young to remember it by the time that he passed away only four years later. His last gift to the boy was a surname, one reminiscent of the night that he had found him, Winters.
From then on Rilcha was alone, braving the streets by himself and doing whatever he was able for survival. He ate rats raw, scavenged thorough piles of waste, and fought over the slightest scraps of food like it was a battle to the death.
Even so he is headstrong and refuses to give up on the hope of finding something better for himself. No matter what lengths he has to go to for the completion of his dream. Not matter what he would have to face there would always be something worse to have experienced.
Age: 11
Race: Human
Occupation: Common Thief
Allegiance: Broddring?
Physical Description: Rilcha is unusually small for his age due to malnutrition from living on the streets for so long, his growth stunted from a young age. His hair is matted, and covered in grim like the rest of his body from a lack of bathing. Yet under all of the layers of dirt he is a sickly white, with rich brown hair and bright green eyes.
The rags that he calls clothing are mismatched, yet they are far to worn to even distinguish which are and which are not. The shoes he wears are far too big to fit his feet and flap comically while he walks. A knife is the only possession of any worth that he has, small and curved he keeps it in the toe of his boots until he finds a need for it.
Personality: Rilcha does not act like a child by any means, or at least he does not think of himself as doing so. He is highly independent and refuses to accept help even in a life or death situation. Mainly because of his fear of becoming indebted to a person, and possibly becoming indebted for the rest of his life. He had heard stories of such occurrences where children were pushed into slavery because of similar debts. Even as a street rat he has far too much pride in himself to fall as low as a slave.
He refuses to show fear, even in the face of the greatest horrors of the world. Fear would make him seem weak and the thought of an individual taking advantage of such things to control him was maddening.
Even with the brave front he puts on, and no matter how much he denies it he is but a child. Simply terrified of thunder, of people with a frightening appearance, and terrified of ever being locked up with his freedom stripped from him.
History: Rilcha's mother was a prostitute in Teirm, she never knew who the father was nor did she care. Once he was born in the snowy depths of the winter she left him off in an alleyway without even the thought to wrap the newborn in a blanket.
He was found by a kindly old man, who had no family but himself and taken in by him. His name was Icia, yet Rilcha was too young to remember it by the time that he passed away only four years later. His last gift to the boy was a surname, one reminiscent of the night that he had found him, Winters.
From then on Rilcha was alone, braving the streets by himself and doing whatever he was able for survival. He ate rats raw, scavenged thorough piles of waste, and fought over the slightest scraps of food like it was a battle to the death.
Even so he is headstrong and refuses to give up on the hope of finding something better for himself. No matter what lengths he has to go to for the completion of his dream. Not matter what he would have to face there would always be something worse to have experienced.
