Post by Rhys on Sept 12, 2016 9:48:14 GMT -5
Name: Tir Duskwind (pronounced TEER)
Race: appears human
Gender: Male
Age apparent: Early 20s
Tir stands about 5'10, with medium brown hair, a slender yet athletic build,and fair skin. His eyes are honey-brown, and project an at-once intense yet far-off demeanor. His clothing and boots appear well-worn, and he seems only to have a simple staff of seasoned mahogany with brass caps at each end. His breeches are a dark chestnut in color, though wear and tear has rendered some spots faded, and the bottoms hang a bit ragged above his boots. He wears a faded red doublet over a worn white tunic that, despite having seen better days, is quite well tailored. The tunic seems to have a few faded stains along the lower sleeves, but they are indistinguishable in source at this point.
There are few stories about this seemingly ordinary individual. He tends to travel alone, and keeps a low profile wherever he wanders. Rumors have a habit of forming around such private individuals, however... Some say he was a soldier, or that he has seen things others could only dream of. Could he be royalty? Does he have some driving goal that carries him ever forward?
The only details known for certain are that he speaks infrequently, is exceedingly polite and uses a soft and gentle voice when speaking, he is a flautist of impressive skill, and that he tends to keep his right hand gloved. He always defers respect towards any he encounters, and occasionally he can be found in a tavern or on a road softly playing his flute. The tunes have range from somber and sorrowful to rich and lively, and he has come to obtain a bit of a following in the past few months.
Occasionally, others ask to accompany Tir on his travels for various reasons. He does not accept or deny their requests, but seems quite companionable despite this. Every story to a one has the same ending, however; they speak of bedding down for the night, and he has vanished by the time they wake. Despite waking alone, none of these people have ever felt afraid or threatened in those moments.
Race: appears human
Gender: Male
Age apparent: Early 20s
Tir stands about 5'10, with medium brown hair, a slender yet athletic build,and fair skin. His eyes are honey-brown, and project an at-once intense yet far-off demeanor. His clothing and boots appear well-worn, and he seems only to have a simple staff of seasoned mahogany with brass caps at each end. His breeches are a dark chestnut in color, though wear and tear has rendered some spots faded, and the bottoms hang a bit ragged above his boots. He wears a faded red doublet over a worn white tunic that, despite having seen better days, is quite well tailored. The tunic seems to have a few faded stains along the lower sleeves, but they are indistinguishable in source at this point.
There are few stories about this seemingly ordinary individual. He tends to travel alone, and keeps a low profile wherever he wanders. Rumors have a habit of forming around such private individuals, however... Some say he was a soldier, or that he has seen things others could only dream of. Could he be royalty? Does he have some driving goal that carries him ever forward?
The only details known for certain are that he speaks infrequently, is exceedingly polite and uses a soft and gentle voice when speaking, he is a flautist of impressive skill, and that he tends to keep his right hand gloved. He always defers respect towards any he encounters, and occasionally he can be found in a tavern or on a road softly playing his flute. The tunes have range from somber and sorrowful to rich and lively, and he has come to obtain a bit of a following in the past few months.
Occasionally, others ask to accompany Tir on his travels for various reasons. He does not accept or deny their requests, but seems quite companionable despite this. Every story to a one has the same ending, however; they speak of bedding down for the night, and he has vanished by the time they wake. Despite waking alone, none of these people have ever felt afraid or threatened in those moments.