Post by Jay Fellionte on Oct 6, 2013 11:14:36 GMT -6
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Jay Fellionte.
Jay Fellionte.
This young male has lived for seventeen years.
He has attended the academy for three years and is on his fourth.
You want to know the courses he attended?
Basic Magic 101
Weaponry and Fighting 101
Weaponry and Fighting 113
Basic Magic 201
Weaponry and Fighting 301- Katana.
Warcraft 306
Survival
Field Medicine
Patrol Training
You want to know the courses he attends?
Weaponry and Fighting 302
Defensive Magic
Warcraft 406: Bloodshed
Jay looks more like a young girl or woman than a young man of his age. That's the first thing that many manage to make of him when they see him. Whether it's his shapely curves or small stature, it's undecided. His high cheekbones and long eyelashes don't help his case either. He's pretty for a man, though. Jay has two dark blue eyes, much likes shimmering cobalt spheres. They're sharp, and he gives pretty convincing glares with them. Though, they still make him look doll-like on that face of his. It's a shame, really. He is a blade, but his muscles just don't show like they should. It so isn't obvious. One would never guess his petal. Maybe the fifth, but not his. His skin is pale, much like the snow of a cold frosty morning. Could he be anymore porcelain?
Jay is quite like a bird, named absolutely to the tee. It doesn't bother him; he has nothing to say, even if he did talk. He just... draws. Or studies. Nothing more, nothing less. Jay watches and learns, with his bluer than blue eyes. He plots, plans, and conducts every move and idea in his head, by watching every movement of the ones around him. He never makes a move; cowardice is a large part in this one.
He may seem unscared, unshaken. He really isn't. He's secretly terrified of everything around him, in some sort of way. He'd never reveal that, no matter how obvious it is. He just can't explain and will not explain his weaknesses.
With all that time, he's become or less of an artist. His room is completely adorned in anything he deems worthy to be on the walls. There aren't many paintings or sketches up there because of how much of a perfectionist he is. Leading to perfectionism, is his profession as a blade. He loves his katana dearly, uses it at any chance he gets. For him, actions speak louder than words. So, using his katana seems like a pretty broad and obvious statement to him. He has his reasons and knows that everyone else has their own.
So he's quiet for his and leaves his others alone.
History?
Other?
Relationships?
Credit to the artist of these photos that do not belong to me and the form to whoever created it.
He has attended the academy for three years and is on his fourth.
You want to know the courses he attended?
Basic Magic 101
Weaponry and Fighting 101
Weaponry and Fighting 113
Basic Magic 201
Weaponry and Fighting 301- Katana.
Warcraft 306
Survival
Field Medicine
Patrol Training
You want to know the courses he attends?
Weaponry and Fighting 302
Defensive Magic
Warcraft 406: Bloodshed
Jay looks more like a young girl or woman than a young man of his age. That's the first thing that many manage to make of him when they see him. Whether it's his shapely curves or small stature, it's undecided. His high cheekbones and long eyelashes don't help his case either. He's pretty for a man, though. Jay has two dark blue eyes, much likes shimmering cobalt spheres. They're sharp, and he gives pretty convincing glares with them. Though, they still make him look doll-like on that face of his. It's a shame, really. He is a blade, but his muscles just don't show like they should. It so isn't obvious. One would never guess his petal. Maybe the fifth, but not his. His skin is pale, much like the snow of a cold frosty morning. Could he be anymore porcelain?
Jay is quite like a bird, named absolutely to the tee. It doesn't bother him; he has nothing to say, even if he did talk. He just... draws. Or studies. Nothing more, nothing less. Jay watches and learns, with his bluer than blue eyes. He plots, plans, and conducts every move and idea in his head, by watching every movement of the ones around him. He never makes a move; cowardice is a large part in this one.
He may seem unscared, unshaken. He really isn't. He's secretly terrified of everything around him, in some sort of way. He'd never reveal that, no matter how obvious it is. He just can't explain and will not explain his weaknesses.
With all that time, he's become or less of an artist. His room is completely adorned in anything he deems worthy to be on the walls. There aren't many paintings or sketches up there because of how much of a perfectionist he is. Leading to perfectionism, is his profession as a blade. He loves his katana dearly, uses it at any chance he gets. For him, actions speak louder than words. So, using his katana seems like a pretty broad and obvious statement to him. He has his reasons and knows that everyone else has their own.
So he's quiet for his and leaves his others alone.
History?
Other?
Relationships?
Credit to the artist of these photos that do not belong to me and the form to whoever created it.