Post by Alesdair on Aug 15, 2013 15:10:59 GMT -6
Name:
Alesdair Mordha
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Year in the Academy:
3rd Year
Courses Taken:
Weaponry & Fighting 101
Weaponry & Fighting 113
Weaponry & Fighting 201
Basic Magic 101
Basic Magic 201
Survival
Field Medicine
Courses Currently Enrolled In:
Illusions 308
Weaponry & Fighting 301: Light Firearms
Weaponry & Fighting 301: Archery
Patrol Training
Description:
Alesdair is quite the looker, with smooth skin tanned golden by the sun and fiery red hair. It tends to stick up wildly about his head, the curly strands further mussed by his habit of dragging his hands through it. His almond-shaped eyes are tucked deeply within his skull, fringed by eyelashes that any girl would envy, the irises the golden-green that one often finds in felines, often glinting with kindness or playful mischief. He has a relatively feminine face, his cheekbones high and defined, jaw weak and chin slightly pointed.
His body has been honed by running (usually from his brothers) and climbing, his height recently stretched to 5'10", giving him a lithe, lean-muscled form. Insignificant scars mark his knuckles and palms, though he does have one particularly remarkable feature on his body- a tattoo. Should one ever see him shirtless -it isn't uncommon- or his back on display, an arubi has been inked onto the smooth skin over his left shoulderblade, the beast rearing in distress at some unseen threat.
He is often seen in low-riding blue trousers, the loose pants stopping at mid-calf, where black leather boots can then be seen. A brown leather belt holds them up, the buckle plain and silver, a thin silver chain holding a pink mistwing feather. Instead of a shirt, he wears a dark green leather jacket that clings to his torso like a second skin, exposing a considerable strip of toned abdomen. The left side of the collar is edged with thick white fur, the sleeves tailored closely to his arms before stopping abruptly at his wrists. As well, he often wears brown leather gloves.
Personality:
Alesdair's true personality is relatively unknown to most, even partially to himself. He has spent his life shifting to fit his surroundings, blending in, standing out when needed. Generally, he comes off as very self-assured, confident in his speaking abilities and his genial charm. A relaxed sense of humour, at times a bit sharp and mocking, comes out easily. He feels no qualms about tricking others to get what he wants, nor does he mind molding himself into whatever the situation calls for. An opportunist at core, he simply does what he needs to get what he wants.
History:
Not much is known of Alesdair, not even by those that consider him a "close friend". Born into a large family of peasants, he was unremarkable for most of his life, slipping unnoticed around those considered more important than he. The youngest of all his siblings, he was doted on by his mother, causing him to be the target of ridicule and violence from his older brothers and sisters. To escape, he often travelled the streets and helped in the local shops. All to a greater end. This is how he learned to emulate others. How to hold himself straight like a Noble, or move with the sure-footed determination of the Workers.
Other:
He is adept at "magic" tricks and sleights of hand, and is the best card shark in his neighborhood. As well, he enjoys throwing dice, and similar luck-based games.
Relationships:
None, at the moment.