Post by MarcDonati on Nov 13, 2015 5:24:30 GMT
Name: Xaltiun
Race: Tiefling
Age: 21
Hair Length: About Shoulder length
Noticeable Features: Has horns on his head, both of his eyes are entirely black, has a scar down one side of his face
Hair Colour: Crimson
Skin Colour Dark-tanned - reddish brown
Eye Colour: Red
Height: 5'7
Weight: 114kg
Body type: Athletic / Mesomorphic
Even from birth Xaultin was scorned, simply because he was born a tiefling, the only person that trusted him, or even believed in him was his mother. Scorned by villagers, and people in the town, he never thrived well, at the young age of eight his mother died, no money of his own he was thrown out the house, and forced to live on the streets because no one liked him, or what he was.
For many years he lived and survive on the streets, himself, staying out of sight from as many as possible, stealing for a living, for his life, thinking that a life of crime was the only way he could survive, it gained him skills, unsavoury skills at that , learning to steal, taking for himself, but he only took what he needed, no more, and no less, the sense of right and wrong was still in his mind from when his mother lived, a lesson he never wanted to get rid of, she was gone, but the memory of her was not.
By the time he was fifteen, he enlisted in to become a member of the guardsman force in Zholan, to prove to everyone that just because he was a tiefling, he was not evil, he only did what he had done to exist and live, he only wanted to live and create a friendly equal society for everyone, often taking things his own way, handling situations in a different, not completely by book way, but he kept the training he had and used it when it was needed, he wasnt a regular guardsman , he was a scout in the forces, using his previous ... talents to his aid, making use of his skills to be able to handle things in a less direct way, handling every situation as he saw fit.
The good times of being a guardsman and changing his life for the better did not last, it was but a year in his job when the curse had happened, he wasnt very strong , but he did try to fight them off, but he got hit by one he never seen, nearly killing him, combat was not what he was used to, and so he ran, hiding in every shadow he could and hiding away, learning to scavenge, using what he could to live, he did this for five years, living off of what very little scraps he could, his skills at staying in the shadows helped him escape the curse, and its dangers to live another day.
Race: Tiefling
Age: 21
Hair Length: About Shoulder length
Noticeable Features: Has horns on his head, both of his eyes are entirely black, has a scar down one side of his face
Hair Colour: Crimson
Skin Colour Dark-tanned - reddish brown
Eye Colour: Red
Height: 5'7
Weight: 114kg
Body type: Athletic / Mesomorphic
Even from birth Xaultin was scorned, simply because he was born a tiefling, the only person that trusted him, or even believed in him was his mother. Scorned by villagers, and people in the town, he never thrived well, at the young age of eight his mother died, no money of his own he was thrown out the house, and forced to live on the streets because no one liked him, or what he was.
For many years he lived and survive on the streets, himself, staying out of sight from as many as possible, stealing for a living, for his life, thinking that a life of crime was the only way he could survive, it gained him skills, unsavoury skills at that , learning to steal, taking for himself, but he only took what he needed, no more, and no less, the sense of right and wrong was still in his mind from when his mother lived, a lesson he never wanted to get rid of, she was gone, but the memory of her was not.
By the time he was fifteen, he enlisted in to become a member of the guardsman force in Zholan, to prove to everyone that just because he was a tiefling, he was not evil, he only did what he had done to exist and live, he only wanted to live and create a friendly equal society for everyone, often taking things his own way, handling situations in a different, not completely by book way, but he kept the training he had and used it when it was needed, he wasnt a regular guardsman , he was a scout in the forces, using his previous ... talents to his aid, making use of his skills to be able to handle things in a less direct way, handling every situation as he saw fit.
The good times of being a guardsman and changing his life for the better did not last, it was but a year in his job when the curse had happened, he wasnt very strong , but he did try to fight them off, but he got hit by one he never seen, nearly killing him, combat was not what he was used to, and so he ran, hiding in every shadow he could and hiding away, learning to scavenge, using what he could to live, he did this for five years, living off of what very little scraps he could, his skills at staying in the shadows helped him escape the curse, and its dangers to live another day.
