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A school for Elves, Shifters, Crosses, and Elementals. Away from the Humani, tensions still run high and the risks only increase as each race only finds more and more reasons to hate each other. What can the world possibly hold in store for the students now? Will they find unity against common threats or shall division spell their ruin? |
Owned by Lighty |
Taikatalvi Tockspringe ♮ Cross
Taikatalvi Caradhras Tockspringe
First Class 12 Cross Hair: White Eyes: green-blue Skin: pale Ethnicity: 70% Finnish, 20% Norwegian, 10% Irish Height: 4' 6" Weight: 85 lbs. Build: thin Personality: selfish, introverted, hateful, demanding, inconsistent Likes: the color green, modern art, silence, pillows, small and furry animals, the violin, muslin, metal, the cold, snow, December, carousels, funky pens Dislikes: pumpkins, summer, roller skates, snails, lemonade, peaches, Christmas Talents: musical genius, singing, memorization, observation Powers: more elven magic than shifting, when he shifts it's mostly small and furry animals like rabbits and hamsters Advantages: coming soon Flaws: can't drive a vehicle to save his life Weaknesses/Illnesses: narcolepsy, synesthesia, lung cancer, anti-social personality disorder, CIPA Disabilities: underestimates, unprepared Father: Helevator Tockspringe (elf) Mother: Caradhras Forbærne (shifter) Siblings: none Other Family: n/a Friends: none Rivals: none Status: n/a Opinions of Elves: considerable aversion Opinions of Shifters: strong aversion Opinions of Crosses: strong aversion Opinions of Elementals: strong aversion Opinions of Humani: strong aversion |
"There's a war going on inside of me."
Silence. To his own ears, the world was silence. Faded. To his own eyes, the world was faded. Dreary. The world doesn’t look the same to his eyes. He takes a step. The sound echoes in his ears, and before his eyes, a burst of color. Red. Red like blood. A bird chirps, and a streak of blue strikes through the air. A car’s horn blares and his vision is filled with yellow. A man shouts to another, and there are small lights of soft, red orange filling the sky. At first it charmed him, entertained him. But it never ended. It overwhelmed him. Hurt him. Taikatalvi suffers in silence, both the literal and the metaphorical sort. He is battered and betrayed by his own body and bears it quietly, by himself. He was born with sound-to-image synesthesia, a mental condition that turns what he hears into images, colors, pictures that he sees. He hears with his eyes, and the nosier it gets, the more he sees. Once he loved music. It fed him. It moved him. He lived and breathed it. When he was alone and trapped in his own silence, he would play music with unbridled joy. He had a talent for it. Every song he ever heard need only be heard once before he could play and sing it perfectly. Every instrument he ever touched came alive under his talented hands. He had such a strong bond with the music he played. In the solitude and silence that was his life, his dreary world soon became shifting, dancing, living colors and images that filled his mind and took him to unbelievable heights of ecstasy. But that was then and this is now. He had been carefully nurtured and protected, kept from the outside world and all its broken promises. In his home where he was kept sheltered from loud noise, where people spoke in whispers, and the loudest thing that ever occurred was perhaps a pin dropping; there the colors came softly, gently, and not very often. He didn’t like being confined. He had seen the world through the windows of his home and h wanted to go there. Become a part of it. He didn’t like being confined. He was so curious. He was warned, oh he was warned, but he did not listen. He stole away in the dead of night when no one was paying him any mind. Now he was out there, alone and unprotected in the world. It was too much, far too much. The sights, the sounds, the colors! He was completely assaulted by them. All at once. It tormented him. Violent. Intense. Insane. After that day, things changed. Events occurred and situations arose that sent Taikatalvi’s carefully structured world spiraling out of control. He was taken from his home and sent elsewhere, to live with people who didn’t understand him. He was forced to live a normal life, but he wasn’t normal. Not normal at all. He couldn’t explain to others what he saw or how he perceived the world. He was thrown into society and had to learn of things like currency and transportation and social skills. He had been taught simple, gentle things by loving, beautiful people, and he was ill prepared for the cruelty, the violence, and the noise of the outside world. The stress and shock of it nearly killed him. He could not function and could not adapt. He was too weak for the world; weak in body, spirit, and mind. Every movement, every breath, every heartbeat was a struggle, a war against his will. The pressure nearly broke him. Nearly. He was weak but his will was strong. He clawed and crawled his way back to sanity and stability. It took him years, but he finally made it. He finally managed to change. The delicate glass butterfly had become an uncut diamond. Pretty, but hard and unrelenting. The state of solitude in his psyche altered into anti-social personality disorder. He cannot understand others and seeks to keep others from understanding him. They don’t understand him as it is and he will only make it harder for them to.
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He will lash out when angered, and become all levels of nasty and ill tempered, yet barely feels any remorse if none at all. He can be a tormentor, but gains no pleasure from it. He gains pleasure from nothing these days. He shuts himself up inside. He won’t explain himself or let himself feel anything. He controls his feelings and silences his consciousness. He tries and for the most part, he succeeds. But there are days when all his hypocrisy overwhelms him. He longs for the days when everything was simple and silent. He longs for the times when he was innocent. These times are few and far between, and he is such a vulnerable spirit when they do occur. Instantly his walls are leveled and he seeks anything or anyone to give him comfort and peace of mind. What a pathetic creature he is. No, he is more than pathetic. He’s a mite of a despicable child as well. Everything loving and beautiful about him on the inside has been twisted into some nasty, wretched being, and it surely is what is on the inside that counts. He hates and accuses, looking down on every living creature with undisguised disgust. It matters not who or what they might be. Just their mere existence is enough cause in his eyes for his hatred. He cares not for others, and it goes beyond his mere personality disorder. He is exclusively selfish, a greedy, needy child and a miser at heart. He wouldn’t give anyone the time of day if it inconveniences him and always puts his own, personal needs above the needs of others. He doesn’t believe in the collective, only survival of the one. If others begin to get in his way or cause him to be distracted from his focus, he will brutally tear them down until nothing remains. If someone is his enemy, with or without cause for them to be matters not, he will not rest until he has irreversibly destroyed them to some degree, whether in an emotional, physical, mental, or social sense. This form of selfishness overcomes any form of care or kindness he may show during those odd moments when he seems to be genuinely helpful or caring. He is never genuine about anything, definitely not anything good, though he can have all the appearances of it. Despite his aloof air and the way he remains estranged from all contact, he also has violently shifting patterns in this behavior of his. It’s not nearly as clear cut or as easy to label him as that. Not to make him appear overtly complicated, but he does have some flaws in the carefully structured personality he has transformed to, and these flaws are more apparent in his general behaviors. It was mentioned earlier that he enters into a pathetic state of weakness on occasion in which he longs for those simpler days when all was love and innocence bonded together. In these moments, he also demonstrates this odd form of imprinting on people he meets. The moment is fleeting but eternal. When he clings to one person, he is impossible to pry off. He randomly picks someone to bond to, to love and follow and look up to, and these people he will follow to the end of his days. These people he tends to be rather strange to. He acts much younger than his age and becomes utterly obsessed wit the object of his affection, to the point of terrifying these people. His imprinting behavior turns more people off to him than his normally hateful demeanor. Hatred is something many people can deal with. They can take that hateful person and set them in a box and say, “This person is hateful. I can choose to try and love them, hate them back, or simply ignore them.” Hateful people can be packaged perfectly, but not obsessed people. The obsessed defy the norm and are full of unexpected surprises. They follow, they live, they breathe the air of their obsession and they can never be gotten rid of. Like the hydra, they just keep reappearing every time they are struck down. Then, like an opposite reflection in a mirror, he can have violently murderous intentions to some. These also can come from his rather fragile states when his mind isn’t totally right. He turns people into the pure embodiment of all his hatred, his suffering, and everything that may have wronged him in the past. He sets these people aside as targets that he must destroy. He has never actually killed anyone yet, but he has come very close to it multiple times. On that darker note, Taikatalvi also seems to be attracted to blood. Not just the color or smell, but the taste. He never shies from the sight of blood, rather it lures him in. He will touch it, taste it, drink it if the opportunity presents itself. His love of blood seems to stem from a bizarre fear that he doesn’t have enough in his body. It is not a totally irrational or unexplained fear. One would think the boy’s list of problems would have ended by now, but no. Taikatalvi came down with lung cancer when he was ten years old. The illness has progressed to later stages, and he is often racked with terrible bouts of coughing up blood, occasionally followed by vomiting blood as well. Taikatalvi is absolutely terrified of the disease, and so stemmed from it the sudden urge to drink blood, believing he is replacing the blood he loses. Of course, drinking blood does not agree with him at all, and he finds this strange urge of his disgusting. Yet another factor in his self-loathing. Yet he does not try to stop himself, already having accepted it as an irreversible part of him. And if the abnormalities of this child couldn’t possibly end there, Taikatalvi suffers also of narcolepsy. It is possibly the lesser of all evils. Though it is a chronic disorder, he doesn’t experience all the downsides it has to offer. He will drop to the ground and fall asleep instantaneously, or perhaps awake fully alert at the most impromptu times. He often undergoes automatic behavior: a period where he continues to function (talking, putting things away, etc.) during sleep episodes, but awakens with no memory of performing such activities. He occasionally experiences hallucinations, especially if he hasn’t slept for a long time, but these are expected to fade as he gets older. From everything described of him, from his strange past, his sufferings even as a child, to his unexpected behaviors, one could almost have pity for him. But they are warned not to be fooled. He is a child beyond help, beyond hope. It would take years, maybe decades, to right all the wrong that has poisoned his mind. But he doesn’t have years or decades. He’s running out of time. He can feel it. Death calls to him, and though he fears it and fights to live, a part of him has come to await it. Taikatalvi looks rather fine despite his conditions and his abnormal side. He once had soft, silky blonde hair, the pale yellow color of the sky before dawn, but the stresses turned his hair stark white, with none of its former color remaining. It lies flowing yet downy on his head, always in a pleasantly ruffled, tousled style that seems to suit his youthful age without making him appear to wild. His eyes are electric, powerful. Neon oculars of an opalescent blue-green color, more green than blue really. His eyes speak more than he ever will, always swirling with torrential floods of unexpressed thoughts, feelings, hopes, and fears. Eyes are windows to the soul after all, and his remains caged and despairingly violent against his barred windows. He is everything cold and winter, from those eyes and hair to his soft, pale skin. It is not a sickly pale that whitens his entire body, rather a frosty, delicate pale that compliments rather than disgusts. His once flawless skin is now laced with violent, twisted scars, though most have faded over time or blend in with his skin, the rest continue to mar his body. Some are self inflicted, an experiment. The rest are larger, more pronounced, the results of terrible accidents. Yet Taikatalvi does not seem to care about any accidents or the scars, in fact he seems mostly unaware of them for the most part. One may ask where he attained a scar and he will simply not remember. Not for the sheer quantity he possesses but merely because he honestly does not know. He happens to have been born with CIPA: a defect that prevents the user from feeling or registering any pain. Therefore he can be injured by the smallest or largest of things and won’t even notice until someone points it out, or perhaps later if he notices blood or if something seems out of place. Truly then, he won’t know where he received most of his scars. He is ice in his face and form, a rigid, cold demeanor that epitomizes ferocity in every angle and contour, yet his every move is hypocrisy. He has all the balance and grace of a prima donna, a dancer, a ballerina. Something soft, strong, and gentle. He hovers and glides across rooms as though his feet never touch the ground. He is light on his feet and silent as the grave. He can creep and crawl and none shall know he was ever there. A mere shadow that flits o’er the walls. It’s almost mesmerizing. He torments himself almost as often as he torments others, by drowning out the world and its noise in his music. He hates music now. He hates it because music is emotion and the language of the soul. He swears he has no soul. He swears he isn’t human anymore, but the music does not care for what Taikatalvi believes and it will pour from that soul and show him that he indeed bears humanity inside, and suffers for it terribly.
Pariah Hawkins ♮ Elemental
Pariah Grim Hawkins
Second Class 14 Elemental Hair: dark blue till black Eyes: ocean blue Skin: fair Ethnicity: n/a Height: 5' 3" Weight: 99 lbs. Build: lean but athletic Personality: quiet, hateful, reluctant, extroverted, stern, pessimistic Likes: water, mountains, shadows, horror novels, puzzles, art, shooting, whales Dislikes: electronics, disorganization, bad first impressions, sour things, the color yellow, wide open spaces Talents: parkour, sharpshooting, fencing, ballroom dancing, ballet, piloting, water sports Powers: water elemental Advantages: coming soon Flaws: Weaknesses/Illness: fire and heat, OCD Disabilities: Father: Mother: Siblings: Other Family: Friends: none Rivals: none Status: n/a Opinions of Elves: Opinions of Shifters: Opinions of Crosses: Opinions of Elementals: Opinions of Humani: |
"Forgive me. I have but two faces: one for the world, one for God. Save Me!"
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What an unfortunate name. Pariah. It's simply a word that means outcast, but for a name, it is an even more meaningful and terrible word. Pariah feels cursed by his name. An outcast indeed, he has been rejected and abandoned to numerous misfortunes, many of which he refuses to name. |
Milou d'Artagnan ♮ Elemental (l)
Milou Amoux d'Artagnan
Second Class 15 Elemental coming soon Hair: white Eyes: cobalt Skin: tan Ethnicity: French Height: 5' 8" Weight: 100 lbs. Build: athletic Personality: polite, frustrated, tough, energetic, flighty, helpful, shallow, misleading Likes: Dislikes: Talents: Powers: Fire officially, but predominantly uses lightning Advantages: Flaws: Disabilities: Weaknesses: Father: Mother: Siblings: Other Family: Friends: none Rivals: none Status: n/a Opinions of Elves: Opinions of Shifters: Opinions of Crosses: Opinions of Elementals: Opinions of Humani: |
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Firo Cammeresi ♮ Elf
Firo Toumas Cammeresi
Third Class 16 Elf Hair: dark brown Eyes: dull light brown Skin: fair Ethnicity: Italian Height: 5' 11" Weight: 90 lbs. Build: athletic yet abnormally lightweight Personality: gentle, loving, mature, masked, viscous, noble, insecure, self-critical Likes: Dislikes: Talents: speaks Italian and English, influential, logical problem solver Powers: Elvish magic Advantages: Flaws: Disabilities: Weaknesses: Father: Mother: Siblings: Other Family: Friends: Luna Amore Rivals: none Status: none Opinions of Elves: Opinions of Shifters: Opinions of Crosses: Opinions of Elementals: Opinions of Humani: |
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Firo Cammeresi
Of all the Elvish noble families from the greats and the not-so-greats, from the esteemed to the easily forgotten, perhaps the smallest and most forgotten of them all is Cammeresi. No one really knows what to make of them. Are they even that noble if only twelve people at a time know about their existence? It's as though they just faded out of the history books. Sure, they were well known enough to the magical world when they sent their thousands of warriors to battle the enemies of Rome. They were known well enough when they held out against the invaders of the North while the great Roman Empire cam crashing down, but that's where it ends. After the fall of Rome, it's as though the eyes of the world wandered off somewhere else. And soon enough, the noble house was forgotten. This is Cammeresi: the noble house in Norcia, Province of Perugia Italy. As stated, it's not a very grand or well known family, but they are still noble nonetheless. They have lands, wealth, power, influence. They are noble. They have pure Elvish blood and they carry on all the traditions and power of their ancestors. It is from them that Firo comes. The middle of nine children, he feels as forgotten to his family as the family feels to the world in general. As a middle child, he doesn't get as much attention as the rest, and so he fades from their sides. He isn't upset by it, in fact he prefers it. He likes to be alone with his thoughts. With himself. He would often go exploring or playing with the boys in the village when he was younger. It was a quiet, lonely existence, but a comfortable one, and he had want for nothing. Then Luna stepped into his life and changed all that. Before we get into that, first we must explore a bit more of Firo. If we are to understand everything that happened to him later in life, we must first understand what happened to him earlier. - believed something was wrong with him (insecurity and self critical) - hid feeling, suppressed them - hated being ignored but never did anything about it - tender hearted but acted strong despite it, hurt himself more for it in the long run - held a lot of hatred for things in his past - when Luna met him, Luna forced him to confront that side of him - Firo hated Luna at first, but they became friends in the end |
Luna Amore ♮ Shifter
Luna Shylock Amore
Second Class 15 Shifter Hair: platinum blonde Eyes: white Skin: fair Ethnicity: 75% Romanian, 25% Native American Height: 5'11" Weight: 89 lbs. Build: lean, rather emaciated Personality: devious, enchanting, feisty, brutal, menacing, vengeful, strategic, cynical Likes: raw meat, chocolate, Sherlock Holmes novels, chess, paintball/airsoft, satin, fire, pillows Dislikes: electronics, crowds, hot tubs, lizards, felines, balloons, jalapenos, most junk foods Talents: Powers: Shifter, predominantly canine shift as a wolf Advantages: Flaws: delusional, unrelenting Disabilities: Weaknesses: Father: Aeneas Grygone Mother: Veronica Grygone Siblings: Theresa, Arrow, Vincent, Freya Other Family: Quill (uncle) Friends: Firo Cammeresi Rivals: none Status: n/a Opinions of Elves: mild attraction Opinions of Shifters: extreme aversion Opinions of Crosses: low attraction Opinions of Elementals: neutral Opinions of Humani: indifferent |
"While my back is splayed upon this altar; might you just reveal where this is headed?"
Once upon a time, there were men who ran with wolves. They sang to their mother the moon. They hunted the shadowed forests of the unforgiving Siberian wastelands. They stained the night with blood. They were shifters, nothing more. They were a proud, and fearful Clan; Clan Grygone. One dark day, the forest was stained with the blood of a new form of prey. Elvish blood. The firstborn son of an Elvish noble, Thlayssirn, had been brutally slaughtered by the Grygone. And so began, a great and terrible feud that reigned for centuries. War eventually broke out for the Elves, a private war that was mostly kept hushed. From that war, a message was sent to the Thlayssirn nobles. They demanded Thlayssirn bring their reserves. When the nobles replied they were in the midst of their feud, the Elvish army demanded they cease their "ridiculous drama" and end the conflict. The nobles replied, "Send us a hundred strong, and we shall." The Grygone Clan was defeated in only a few hours. Those who did not die were disgraced and forced into slavery. The majority were broken and tossed onto the front lines. Among these, was the Grygone heir and remaining child of the family: Luna. From the beginning, he was always a calculative and cruel child. The art of war came as naturally to him as breathing. Though on the front lines, he still retained bearing from his life as the Clan's prince along with the respect of other Clanmates. And from his orders and maneuvers, he managed to keep the men at his side alive. Though the war ended with neither care, nor consideration, the Grygone Clan was all but forgotten by the elves as they were dragged back to Thlayssirn lands. Their treatment as slaves continued for a while, much to everyone's aversion. Around this time, Luna began noticing the change in his Clanmates' behavior towards him. After a year of this, Luna was grabbed in the middle of the night and dragged to the Thlayssirn's house. Since that day, the feud ended. No one knows how. Luna has been living with the elves ever since. At first he stayed with the Thlayssirns, but during a political crisis that involved an investigation of the family feud, he was sent to the Thlayssirn's good friends the Cammeresi, who live in Norcia, Italy. There, he became a good acquaintance with the youngest son of the family, Firo Cammeresi. During an investigation on the murders between Norcia and Assisi, neighboring cities in Perugia, they stumbled across other Folk, and that was how the two came to know of New Secrete Academy.
Africa I suppose if you had two really driven, traditional leaders of two elven families, they could go hide in Siberia or Africa or somewhere and duke it out like that. And you're fine, you don't need to change anything, just keep it in mind. I look forward to reading the rest of Luna's description/history! It sorta gets cut off in the middle of a sentence there =P I will get to work on that history for ya. |
Kai Lupos ♮ uk
Kai Mnemosyne Lupos
Second Class 13 (his stats will change constantly) Hair: dark brown with dark red highlights Eyes: dark, blue-gray Skin: somewhat fair Ethnicity: Half-Korean, Half-Caucasian Height: 5' 3" Weight: 84 lbs. Build: lean and light, somewhat athletic Personality: constantly changing, never consistent, never proper Likes: mushrooms, electric toothbrushes, airplanes, hummus, the color purple, kittens, chibi animals Dislikes: salamanders, cats, the color yellow, bananas, running with scissors Talents: pilot aircraft, genius in many areas, drive vehicles, operation of heavy artillery, blacksmithing, parkour Powers: unknown Advantages: ability to surprise, fool, and trick, persuasive, manipulative Flaws: cannot form relationships, distrustful, aggravated, disobedient, rebellious Disabilities:, limited learning ability Weaknesses/Illness: slight degree of mental damage from improper medication resulting in hallucinations, hysteria, and depression Father: unknown Mother: unknown Siblings: unknown Other Family: unknown Friends: none Rivals: none Status: n/a Opinions of Elves: neutral Opinions of Shifters: neutral Opinions of Crosses: neutral Opinions of Elementals: neutral Opinions of Humani: neutral |
"Just when you think we conform to a scene, we break down the walls."
Make your judgments. Form your opinions. Kai will break them. Tear them apart. If there's one thing he doesn't do, it is conform. He won't let you perceive a solid idea of him or get a clear picture of what he's all about. He likes the darkness, and he loves to leave you in it.
Kai has a very odd mind. He learns only what he is interested in and he learns it well. If someone asked him to solve a math problem, he would probably fail as he has no interest in solving such things. But if someone asked him to take apart a television and put it back together, he would do it easily. He is very observant, very calculative, and he can make connections to seemingly unrelated things. He can accomplish incredible feats that many would deem impossible for any ordinary person. Whatever he puts his mind to or takes to with interest, he will excel at. Many conclude that such a promising mind was wasted on someone like him. It is assumed he wastes his talents since he isn’t using them for anything predominantly important. Someone like him ought to be a scientist, paving the roads of the future with the ingenious capabilities he has yet to discover. He could become the next Einstein they say. But Kai does not say so. He finds all those words to be empty and meaningless. Such praises and promises are useless to him. Kai became obsessed with the meaning of free will at a very young age. One morning, he simply woke up wondering what the real meaning of those two words meant. What was free will? What was freedom? Those questions only led to more and more. With his odd way of focusing on things, he easily became engrossed in the task of exploring every possibility of free will and freedom. He read as many books as he could get his hands on that theorized or tried to explain it. He explored all the different possibilities of what he could do in his lifetime. Phrases such as "You only live once" and "Nothing is true, everything is permitted" became life changing for him. Literature such as [sic] and even the Hunger Games; anything to do with fighting for freedom, he studied and memorized. He now lives by no rules except his own, and even those are not written in stone. He has no ties. No bonds. No cares. Someone tells him he's happy, he will do everything within his power to become miserable. Someone tells him his haircut looks good, he will shave it all off. He takes things to the extreme. He won't stop until he feels freedom. Or until he's dead. Death is only the next great adventure after all. At least ten times a month, Kai will do something that will irrevocably change his life. Having been doing these things since he was ten, he has learned much of the meaning of love, life, and even death. He has done many things in the past that others would regret thinking about, but he lives with no regrets. Every time he changes himself, he essentially kills the old him, and therefore believes he has done nothing in the past that he could possibly regret. With this kind of thinking and lifestyle, many would deem him insane. His family definitely thought so. They had to hunt him down first, and when they did, they took him to a ward for some serious therapy. The doctors didn't find anything wrong mentally, just that he had some very messed up opinions of the world. They put him on medication to suppress his impulsive behavior, but it only screwed up his brain. Since the ward no longer wanted him and his parents were sick of dealing with their bizarre child, they shipped him off to New Secrete Academy. They literally handcuffed him to the door and left him there with a letter. When the groundskeeper was doing some shoveling, he found the boy biting through his wrist. The school was much more accommodating than anyone else ever had been to him. They kept him off the medication for a few months and his mentality managed to right itself for the most part. No more eating his hands and screaming at walls, at least not that often anymore. He has reverted back to his old habits and obsessions with a heavier dose of enthusiasm than before, but the abandonment from his parents seems to have taken a sort of toll on him. He hates himself for missing his parents. He had thought he was free of all attachments, but when they left him at the school, he realized that he hadn't been nearly as free as he had believed. The illusion gone, he has radically changed his approach to people, developing inane theories about them in general, whether they be Folk or simple Humani, he treats them all the same. He doesn't trust very easily anymore, and treats all relationships very lightly. Many call him fickle and finicky, but that's only because they really don't know him that well. Kai is young and lean, very light for his age, perhaps a bit too underweight, though it’s hard to tell if that low weight count stems from simple genetics or distribution of his body or perhaps malnourishment of some degree. He doesn’t appear sickly, with a rather healthy, fresh complexion over his light skin. Being half-Caucasian and half-Korean, he has adopted more of the fairer, white skin of the Caucasian side, but still attains resemblance of the other side of the coin. His eyes have the slight almond shape, but the lashes are a bit fuller, framing oceanic orbs of stormy dark blue and gray. When his hair is let alone to be wild, it’s always falling in his face. Spiky and predominantly messy, it tends to go every which way, about as unmanageable as his lifestyle. It compliments his stormy eyes with a rather robust, fiery quality to it, dark red, near maroon streaks highlighting and accentuating his dark brown locks. He has relatively boyish, delicate features, but their balance and definition, coupled with the overall look of skin, hair, and eyes, makes his face stronger, bolder. Like the face of one who belongs in the military or as an explorer. He is both: fighting his inner demons and struggling to discover the questions that plague his mind. He looks the part in body and action and soul, whether he realizes it or not. |