Tacitus [WIP]

[Tacitus]

Special Permission in the Help Desk pending.

General Information "It's okay, Uncle. Please don’t cry; Father died a hero, after all." Name: Tacitus (tass-it-us) Nigriso Nicknames: Tass, Tundra Full Title: Tacitus Nigriso Birthdate: 88th of Winter, 487 AV Age: 24 Race: Human Height: 5'11.75 Weight: 177 lbs Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Black Place of Birth: Syliras God(s) / Goddess(es) Worshipped: Leth, Tyveth Former Affiliations: Syliran_Knights (Squire), Ebonstryfe (Apprentice) Current Affiliation: Nigriso Family Profession / Rank: None [youtube=][/youtube] Character Concept "I understood what it meant to have honor only after I had lost mine." Tacitus is a character who in his younger years exemplified the dangers of being raised amongst individuals who hold themselves to a higher standard than the world around them; elitist and arrogant coupled with the skills and prestige associated with being a member of the Syliran Knights. Although Tacitus for the most part did everything a Knight should do, he did so not because he thought it was the right thing, but simply because it was what he had been taught to do. When Tacitus helped others during his time as a Squire, he did so not with the intent of helping others but with the intent of improving his standing amongst the knights. It was ultimately this combination of arrogance and selfishness that led to Tacitus being refused his Knighthood quest from the Windoak. For Tacitus, this event represented a manifestation of all of the doubts that had been playing through his head; that he was not worthy of being a true knight due to his abundance of self interest. When Tacitus gave his parting words "I'll do what I can to make this world a better place. With or without the Knights", he did so more out of spite for the Windoak's knowledge of his inner doubts, and his arrogant determination to prove that he could be a true knight despite working out of self interest, than anything else. Upon meeting Shavra, Tacitus learned a new way of looking at the world; while amongst the Syliran Knights he had been taught that success could only be achieved through selflessness, Shavra showed him a side of the world where you could have anything you wanted as long as you had the power to take it. This new philosophy led Tacitus to follow Shavra into the service of Rhysol, in the form of the Ebonstryfe. At first Tacitus enjoyed the idea of getting what he wanted as long as he had the power to reach out and take it; but while he enjoyed the idea, he failed to see the lengths others in the Ebonstryfe were willing to go to obtain their desires. While Tacitus struggled with the idea of stealing bread from a beggar, there were some amongst his colleagues who could murder in cold blood for far less. Only by experiencing first hand the horrors that awaited down this line of thinking could Tacitus appreciate the system created by the Syliran Knights. Finally having left the Ebonstryfe, Tacitus struggles with his regrets and questions about his past. Should he have stayed with the Ebonstryfe; with Shavra? Did Sikke, a man he had spent the better part of a year training with, really intend to poison him, or did Shavra make that up to convince him to leave? Could he and Shavra have ever been anything more than what they were? Would his life have been better off had he never left the Syliran Knights? How different would his life have been had he been given his Knighthood Quest by the Windoak all those years ago? Unable to answer these questions, Tacitus travels from place to place, anticipating his inevitable return to Syliras. Now neither a member of the Syliran Knights nor the Ebonstryfe, Tacitus knows himself to exhibit traits of both- while he Pre-Creation History "I'll do what I can to make this world a better place. With or without the Knights." Born to the Nigriso family on the 88th of Winter, 487 AV, I was destined from birth to become a Syliran Knight. Due to my family's strong historical ties to the order, I was expected to follow the tradition my father and his father before him had taken by making an oath to Knighthood. Although my father died while questing in the year 493 AV, this did nothing to dull my enthusiasm; rather, at the age of six I was able to see my father as a hero willing to lay down his life in the service of others. Remembering those innocent days, walking around with my father's broadsword and so much pride and determination in my eyes I drew chuckles from the older knights, I wonder where it was along my upbringing that I became so estranged to the Syliran Knight's beliefs. Whatever caused me to walk down an aberrant path, it had nothing to do with my uncle and father figure Aeron Nigriso. Although he was not a knight, he was a man who was fiercely devoted to the god Yahal and served as a pastor for the knights. It is a shame that none of his purity rubbed off on me. It also had nothing to do with my mother, XXXXX Nigriso, who was perhaps one of the most light-hearted individuals I have ever met. Despite working long and hard in order to support me and my ambitions to become a Syliran Knight, I don’t think I ever once saw her without a smile on her face. As I grew into my role as a Squire, training alongside Aeron's son, Cian Nigriso, I became overly focused on my victories in the battlefield rather than the mental preparation and faith in the gods. Unchecked, my skill with the sword and shield grew in equal parts only with my arrogance. My cousin Cian, who was more a brother to me than anything else, knew this about me when even I did not. But two years my younger, he admired me too much to confront me on it. I am ashamed to say I took advantage of his admiration with the skilled practice only an older brother could, getting him to complete my chores for me on more than a few occasions. I also held a small rivalry with Anita, a fellow squire who was a year older than I but always just behind me in results with the blade. I relished in my victories over her, and my losses (which became fewer with the passing years) drove me to work even harder than before. Although I cannot answer with certainty, looking back now I believe I can say that my apathy towards the mental training required to be a knight stemmed ironically from being a hereditary knight. Growing up in such a secluded environment, where everyone you meet has only the best intentions at heart, it becomes easy to take for granted the unimaginably selfless heart that separates the Syliran Knights from your average Mercenary. I could easily see the difference between a skilled and unskilled warrior, but never in my childhood did I experience the difference between the morally upright and those who thrived in chaos. I can only assume it was this lack of purity, this lack of purpose, that led to what was perhaps the most significant event of my life; the Windoak rejected my request for a Knighthood Quest at the tender age of 18. I was understandably furious at the Windoak's rejection of my Knighthood quest; one side of me knew precisely why I had been rejected, while another part of me was unable to accept that, despite the years of practice and devotion I had put into becoming a Knight, I had been rejected. I stormed from the city, foolishly believing that I could better the world all on my own. I wandered aimlessly for many months, halfheartedly searching for good deeds to accomplish but finding nothing I considered 'worthy' of my talents. My travels taught me something about the world, and even more about myself; the pain of hunger which I had never before experienced, the sadness and longing that accompanies loneliness. Although I still imagined myself a Knight, I found myself stealing and lying for food just to survive. It was not until Summer of 506 AV that I finally encountered the kind of event that I had always believed the Knight's existed for. A pair of travelers, what appeared to be a female and her bodyguard, were being attacked by three heavily armed brigands. Without a second thought, I charged into the ensuing battle, personally killing two of the three attackers. With the battle over, I decided to accompany the duo, who introduced themselves to me as Shavra and Sikke. In turn, I introduced myself under the alias Tundra, wanting to dissociate myself from my time as a Syliran Knight. We arrived several days later in Ravok, a place unlike any I had experienced before. In the city of Ravok, I learned of a world very different from the world I had experienced as a Syliran Knight; a world where horrible things happened everyday, and it was everything you could do to ensure that you made it through the day. The idea appealed to me; after all, I was one of the few who was strong enough to not only survive but thrive in such an environment. Although I still had some semblance of my morals, stealing only from those who could afford to be stolen from and fighting only those with the ability to fight back, the feral joy and untamed excitement I found in the chaos of the city was addicting. Upon seeing this darker side of me, Shavra introduced me to the Black Sun, and I was soon invited into the Ebonstryfe. Even I wasn't naïve enough to introduce myself as a former Syliran Knight to the Ebonstryfe, an uncharacteristically wise moment of forethought that undoubtedly saved my life. Even so, I don't believe that I was ever fully trusted as a member of the Ebonstryfe; many amongst them were jealous of my obviously refined skills with both sword and bow, others disapproving of my openly arrogant personality. I was stupidly reckless in those days, never understanding just how close I was to waking up with a dagger in my back. It helped having the full support of Shavra, a newly made Agent of the Black Sun, during the day- and her loving embrace at night. My training went remarkably smoothly; I treated my prayers to Rhysol with the same uncaring acceptance I had my prayers to Tyveth, Yahal and Eyris as a Knight, and quickly picked up the harsh lessons taught by the trainer, Veritas. Veritas's unorthodox teaching methods mainly involved beating the shit out of me and then telling me every single mistake I made in great detail. The method was quite effective for those who could take the constant abuse; the emotionally unstable, such as Sikke, had a much harder time. But even in these early days I felt that there was something wrong with what I was doing. I could go through the training with ease, but the missions haunted my dreams. I never once failed to achieve my objectives, but my heart stung with the pain of ruining the lives of others almost meaninglessly. If some greater scheme existed behind the movements of the Black Sun, I certainly could not see it; it was chaos indeed to destroy the livelihoods of others as they did. Nonetheless, it was not until I received a mission to foil the plans of a group of Syliran Knights that I ever thought of leaving. As luck would have it, the pair of Syliran Knights was none other than my cousin Cian and former fellow squire Anita. Due to my history with them, I was easily able to make myself a part of their group, telling them a few of my more innocent exploits since leaving Syliras. My plans were ruined, however, while meeting with Shavra at night when I believed the other knights to be asleep; Anita, as it turns out, did not trust me as much as I had hoped, and spied on me at night while I met with Shavra. Due to sheer luck and Cian's hesitation to attack me, I was able to fight both of the knights one on one and in the semi-dark. By the time I had defeated Anita, I was already injured, bleeding heavily from a cut to my leg and unable to use my right hand due to the damage my own punches had caused to it. With only Cian and I left standing, I knew without a doubt that the only thing keeping me alive was my cousin's reluctance to kill me. Despite my waning strength I was able to overcome his half-hearted blows, and although I suffered another shallow cut to the arm a moment of hesitation on his part allowed my all the opportunity I needed to disarm him. I walked towards my cousin with every intention of dealing a fatal blow, but as I readied my blade stab him through the heart, I was unable to deliver the killing blow. Whether this resulted from some lingering affection for my cousin or from blood loss, I cannot say, but I hope it was the former. I fainted shortly afterwards, and know only that although my cousin was conscious, uninjured and mere feet away from me, I lived through the night. I woke to find myself back in Ravok, my injuries being tended to. Shavra had already told the rest of the Ebonstryfe of my victory; taken out of context, defeating two Syliran Knights in straight up combat single handedly was an impressive feat indeed. While some amongst the Ebonstryfe were impressed, the end result of my actions painted too large a target on my back. While still recovering from my injuries, Shavra had overheard Sikke speaking to another about a plan to poison me. She came to me one night, and began to question me about why I hadn't killed Cian. Eventually she maneuvered me into admitting that I could not stand the missions of the Ebonstryfe, that the pain I felt was not worth the rewards of being in the Ebonstryfe- and a steep price to pay for her love. Shavra then told me of the assassination plot she had overheard, and told me that in order to survive both physically and emotionally I needed to leave. Though I had often wondered whether she truly cared for me the same way I cared for her, or was simply using me as a tool to be disposed of at some unknown time, the pain in her voice when she told me to leave left no doubt in my mind that she truly cared for me. In that moment, I realized that there truly is good in every person, myself included. And then I left. Before I could escape freely, however, one last obstacle stood in my way; although I had maybe a days lead, Veritas had taken off after me with every intention of bringing my corpse back to the Ebonstryfe. I suppose he must have felt responsible in some way for my betrayal. Although I dragged on the chase for as long as I could, it was not long before Veritas caught up to me. It was only thanks to the skills I had learned from Veritas himself- setting a careful ambush with my archery skills, luring him into a open field battle on hard ground and then spreading marbles to my advantage- that I was able to kill him and finally free myself, if only temporarily, from the grasp of the Ebonstryfe. I was careful to burn and bury his body in the hopes that there would be no confirmation that it was I who killed him, but the mere lack of his return is indicative enough. I have no doubts that the members of the Ebonstryfe now hunt me. Since then, I have become a devout follower of Tyveth, understanding that I must eventually face justice for my actions and that only through acceptance of my flaws and determination to improve them can I regain any semblance of honor I may have left. But even more than Tyveth I have come to worship the god Leth, understanding now the feeling of wanting something that is beautiful and glorious, but finding it always outside of one's reach. He also represent Change, which is what I want nothing more than to do now, change from my former self into someone who is morally superior, and both Thought and Reflection, which I see as the method for achieving the change I desire. As for my plans for the future… well, a part of me wants to return to the Syliran Knights. I was raised to be one of the Knights, and besides, my whole family lives there. I can also face justice for my crimes before the Council of Three. But I somehow feel as though I'm not quite ready for this yet. My time in Ravok made me realize just how different all of the places of Syliras are from one another, and I want to broaden my view of the world by experiencing everything Mizahar has to offer, good and bad, beautiful and ugly. And maybe, just maybe, my family will be able to forgive me when I return. Post-Creation History "Someday, I hope to say I've done more good than harm. It's a long way coming." (Insert Post-Creation History Here. Try to keep it brief and to the point, summarizing general events to help others understand what your character has been through without having to read through all of your previous threads.)   Skills "Would you rather lose at the sword or the bow today, cousin?" Name of the Skill Experience with the Skill Rank in use of the Skill How Obtained Buckler 15 Novice 15@SP 0@XP Riding 13 Novice 13@SP 0@XP Composite Longbow 13 Novice 13@SP 0@XP Broadsword 12 Novice 12@SP 0@XP Brawling 12 Novice 12@SP 0@XP   Lore "The more you know, the less you think you know." Religion: Tyveth, god of Honor, Justice and Truth Religion: Leth, god of Change, Reflection and Thought   Clothing "It's too bad that I'm always so worried about being comfortable, I forget to take the weather into account." Item Worn Obtained Value Fur Cloak Head & Shoulder Starting Package 20gm Cotton Cloak Head & Shoulder Starting Package 3sm Cotton T-Shirt Chest Starting Package 1sm Cotton Jacket Chest Starting Package 6sm Cotton Pants Legs Starting Package 1sm Leather Belt Waist Starting Package 2sm Leather Gloves Hands Starting Package 5sm Leather Shoes Feet Starting Package 3sm   Equipment "I'd rather have a bow than a sword. And a shield would be even better than a bow." Item Used Material Obtained Value Description Broadsword, Hiltless Left Hand Cold Iron Starting Package 105gm A thick hiltless Broadsword made out of Cold Iron, this weapon was formerly used by my father and has a torch, representative of the Nigriso Family, engraved on the handle. The length of the entire blade is 41.5", with the blade taking up 33.5" and a 8" handle which can be used with one or two hands. Buckler Right Hand Cold Iron Family Heirloom 45gm A Buckler made from Cold Iron once used by my father which bears a torch representative of the Nigriso Family on it, although instead of flames water is coming from the torch. The shield has a slight incline curve and a diameter of 42". The inside of the shield requires two straps in addition to the handle, making it stay firmly on the wielder's arm but requiring more time to equip. Studded Leather Armor XX Starting Package 25gm Light leather armor that had been tempered but not hardened, allowing it to absorb greater impact while retaining full mobility. Marbles (300 sq ft) Other Average Starting Package 24gm The only entertainment capable of saving your life in a pinch.   Items "Haha, ha. Whoops. I uh... didn't realize it was flammable…" Item Obtained Value Description Large Tent Starting Package 10gm A large tent with enough room for four, albeit a bit cramped. Large Saddlebags Starting Package 8gm Larger than average Saddlebags. Backpack Starting Package 2gm An average Backpack. Waterskin Starting Package 1gm An average Waterskin. Flint and Steel Starting Package 1gm Spark Maker v1.0 (Bane of travelers everywhere) Comb Starting Package N/A A comb made from the bone of some animal. Brush Starting Package N/A Horsehair Brush. Razor Starting Package N/A A small steel razor. Soap Starting Package N/A Hygiene is especially important while avoiding the Ebonstryfe. I've lived amongst them. I know they fear it.   Horse "I didn't name her, my mother did. Enough said." Blessed Apology Although her name is often shortened to 'Bless', 'Bessy' or 'Apollo' for short, Blessed Apology is a Kavinka Paintedmount whom I have had for the past five years since I left Syliras. A strong willed and mischievous horse, I often feel as though Bless is the one who leads me rather than the other way around.   Ledger "You know what the worst part about money is? You're always one miza short." Money Price Change Reason Balance 0gm +600gm Starting Package 600gm 600gm - Starting Package Purchases XXXXX   511 AV Thread A (Include Link) Timestamp Progress Reward   510 AV Thread A (Include Link) Timestamp Progress Reward   509 AV Thread A (Include Link) Timestamp Progress Reward   508 AV [table2=#000037,#8080FE]Thread A (Include Link) | Timestamp | Progress | Reward Player Characters "So let me get this straight… you had a friend once… and you killed him?" N/A Non-Player Characters "You're right, Shavra. I hate it here. I hate every moment I spend in this Rhysol-ridden hellhole. But I love you." Shavra "You need to leave. A place like this wasn't made for someone like you." I met Shavra soon after leaving the Syliran Knights all those years ago. Foolish though it was, I protected her from 'brigands' who were attacking her; from my eyes, it was three men attacking one unarmed woman and her bodyguard, and I was naive enough to think that there was nothing else to it. In retrospect I now realize that those 'brigands' were most likely some sort of militia or local law enforcement, and that Shavra had been exposed as a potential Agent of the Black Sun. That moment defined our relationship, however; time after time, she found herself in danger, and it was always me who seemed to be in the right place at the right time to save her. I found myself in love with her quirky personality and arrogant attitude, enough to follow her into the Ebonstryfe. And every time I saved her, she grew more and more infatuated with me. I became torn however between my feelings for her, and the horrific things I experienced and even partook in as a member of the Ebonstryfe. While I believed that I had thrown aside my duty as a Syliran Knight, it appeared my years of training was harder to ignore than I had thought; or perhaps I am, at heart, a better person than I give myself credit for. Slowly, I stopped praying to Rhysol. I became disconnected from the world around me. At the time, I couldn't understand what was happening, but Shavra recognized the struggle happening inside of me, was able to recognize and even admire that I would always put others before myself. And she knew that such a person could not survive, mentally or emotionally, amongst the Ebonstryfe. For all of the evil deeds she has committed in the name of Rhysol, she became the catalyst that caused me to finally leave the Ebonstryfe. A debt that can never be fully repaid. To this day, I cannot tell you whether or not meeting Shavra was the biggest mistake or greatest stroke of luck in my life. Suffice to say I would not change any moment of my past, as stupid and reckless as it was, if it would mean that I had never met her. Please Note: : This section indicates only Tacitus's impressions and thoughts about Shavra, what he believes she was thinking and what he thinks was her reasoning for doing what she did. Cian Nigriso "We have always been closer than cousins, Tass. We're brothers in all but blood." When I was raised in Syliras, I had many friends and playmates in the form of other knight family's children. And while I cared for every one of them as both a friend and future comrade, none of them were as close to me as Cian. Two years my younger, Cian and I trained endlessly in the hopes of becoming Syliran Knights- we always told each other that we would become more famous than Lawrence and Leon, the very founders of the Knighthood. As we grew older, however, Cian began to take a more mature and realistic view of the world. I, on the other hand, remained obsessed with our childish visions of grandeur. I wanted knighthood more than anyone else, and for all the wrong reasons. And Cian could see this more clearly than anyone else. After being rejected by the Windoak, I have only seen Cian one time. In the meeting, it felt at first as though we had never been apart. But it was a façade on my part, for by then I was already a member of the Ebonstryfe. Eventually Anita Brock, who was also present, realized my treachery and I ended up being forced to meet both Cian and Anita in combat. I was able to hold even against both of the fighters, although in the end the my wounds overcame me before I was able to defeat Cian. Anita Brock "" XXX Aeron Nigriso "" XXX Sikke "" XXX Veritas "" Veritas was a cold man, but at the same time one I could (and still do) respect. I could always tell exactly where I stood with him; and where I stood was groveling at his feet. He made it clear from the moment I met him; he greeted me as cordially as possible and then punched me in the face with enough force send me sprawling on the floor. He was a walking contradiction in this sense; he truly did care about us, and his way of showing it was to ensure our survival in the most brutal and effective way he could. It was under his tutelage that I learned the importance of General Information : What is your Name? Tacitus Nigriso Do you go by a nickname or pet name? I sometimes go by the alias Tundra, and some of my close friends will call me Tass or Tacit. How old are you? I am 21 years of age, born on the 88th of Winter, 490 AV What is your height? … something greater than 5'11 and less than 6'1. What is your weight? My weight tends to hover between 170 and 185, depending upon how much food I'm getting and how much exercise I'm getting. Aesthetics : Describe yourself as you see yourself. A bit above average in height, a well-proportioned body and amazing hair. Overall I'm fairly happy with my appearance, and spend plenty of time making sure my body is in top working condition. Describe yourself as others typically see you. Quite a few people have commented that I look a little bit sad or depressed all of time. I've also had quite a few compliments on my physique, although I'm hardly 'buff' as would be expected of a knight. What is your favorite body feature? My favorite body feature would have to be… my hair? I don’t know, that’s a hard question to answer. I have to admit I've never really thought about it much; as I said before, I'm content with my appearance and don’t dwell on it much. How physically fit are you? In my own humble opinion, quite fit. I'm hardly a bodybuilder, but years of training as both a Syliran Knight and member of the Ebonstryfe have made it so there is little left on my body that goes unused in a fight. How do you typically dress and what is your style? I typically dress in comfortable cotton clothing. My time as a Syliran Knight taught me that any time spent not wearing the heavy, uncomfortable armor we were forced to train with was time that should be spent relaxing, not worrying about our appearances. Family : Who are your parents and what are they like? My father was a great man, a Syliran Knight who died as he lived; protecting the citizens of Syliras from danger. Now that I think about it, I never did learn the specifics of his death. My mother is just as amazing a person as my father ever was; despite the hardships she undoubtedly suffered following the death of my father, working long hours in order to support both herself and I, I cannot recall a memory of her in which she did not have a smile on her face. I miss her these days more than ever before. Do you have any brothers or sisters? Nope. At least, not that I'm aware of. I suppose it's possible my mother has since remarried and had more children, in which case I could have some half-brothers and sisters. What is your extended family like? My extended family are some of the most amazing people in the world; the Nigriso family from the Syliran Knights. I suppose I must be considered a black sheep of the family by now, but that doesn't mean I have to stop admiring and caring for them, especially my cousin, Cian, as I once thought it did. Do you consider close friends as important or more/less important than family? In the end, I believe that family comes first; while friends may come and go, family (at least in my case) is always there to support and comfort you, regardless of what you have done. While this does not hold true for all families, and indeed for some people family is something to escape from rather than look to for support, I am happy to say that this is not the case for me. Do you treat animals like family? Horses, yes, and depending on whether or not you view Kelvic as animals I suppose I could treat a Kelvic as family as well. Beyond that, I don’t know if I would be able to. Probably, but I feel the animal would have to at least be useful (such as a hunting dog, for instance). Location : Where were you born? Syliras. Where do you live now? Haha, ha. Here and there. Wherever the Ebonstryfe cant find me. If you could live anywhere in Mizahar where would that be? Probably Syliras. You cant beat family. Do you have a favorite place to vacation or spend leisure time? Where do you fear to be? Fear? Anywhere where there's large bodies of water, anywhere the Ebonstryfe are, Ravok and Syliras. Traits : Do you have any physical weaknesses (disease, scars, and missing limbs?) Are you right handed or left handed? Right-handed What languages do you speak? What do you sound like? Do you have an accent? Well, I speak common. And uh… common. My voice isn't particularly deep, but a little deeper than the average male I'd say. Although it's not a spoken language, I also know Ekeldi, a form of Syliran Knight sign language. Do you have any odd mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? Not really. The closest things I have to a defining characteristic is my uncanny ability to look either depressed, happy or condescending (and sometimes multiple at once) at all times. Do you have (or want to get) any tattoos or piercing? Why do you have them (or will get them) ? Tattoos? Haha, another thing I've never really thought about. I suppose I wouldn't mind getting a tattoo at some point. Probably a torch, as it is my families insignia after all. I've heard the process is supposed to be pretty painful though Occupations : What is your occupation? Um… if I had to say, I guess it would be Mercenary, although I'm hardly in the business. I simply take jobs as they become available, and as long as I can approve of them morally. Do you like/dislike your work? Why? It's all I've ever known, which makes it hard to say whether or not I enjoy it. I suppose seeing my work make someone happy is reward enough in itself, but rarely do I have the ability to do such things. If you could be anything you wanted to, what would you be? A Syliran Knight. I think, maybe. I don’t know. What occupation do you admire the most? Why? At least this time I can say a Syliran Knight without feeling so conflicted. What occupation do you least like? Why? Anyone who works to ruin the lives of others as a profession. Assassins, some mercenaries, the Ebonstryfe, ect. Childhood : What sort of child were you? A hell of a lot cuter than I was now. Happy, carefree, energetic. I was raised in a great environment by great people. What is your favorite memory from childhood? My favorite memory of my childhood has to be when    3. What is your worst memory from childhood?    4. What sort of relationship did you have with your parents?    5. Who was your most influential rolemodel?     Education : 1. What sort of education do you have?    2. Do you like/dislike learning?    3. Where or how did you learn most of your skills/abilities?    4. How do you learn best?    5. What are your educational goals for the future?     Relationships : 1. Do you form close bonds with people? Why? Why not?    2. Do you trust people easily? If not, why not?    3. Do you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, or something else?    4. Have you ever been kissed? If so, describe the first time.    5. Have you ever had sex? If so, describe the first time.     Drugs and Alcohol : 1. Have you ever been drunk? If so, describe your first time.    2. Do you like to drink on a regular basis?    3. What sort of alcohol do you prefer?    4. Have you ever tried drugs (mood altering substances)? If so, which kinds and what did you think of them?    5. What do you think of drugs and alcohol? Be specific.   Likes and Dislikes : 1. What are your hobbies?    2. Do you like to read?    3. What annoys you more than anything else?    4. What do you find the most relaxing activity to do?    5. What kinds of things embarrass you? Why?     Favorites : 1. What is your favorite color or colors?    2. What is your favorite time of day?    3. What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?    4. What do you like to eat? What do you hate to eat?    5. What is your favorite type of weather? Does any kind scare you?     Outlook : 1. Are you optimistic or pessimistic?    2. What are your religious views?    3. Would you be able to kill?    4. What are your views on sex?    5. What, in your opinion, makes a successful life?     Actions : 1. What is the worst and best thing you’ve ever done?    2. What is your greatest regret?    3. What is your best/worst memory?    4. If you could change one thing about your past, what would it be and why?    5. What are you the most proud of doing in your life?     Emotions : 1. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings with others?    2. Do you have any biases or prejudices?    3. What makes you happy?    4. Who or what, if anything, would you die for?    5. What makes you angry?     Relationships : 1. In general, how do you treat others?    2. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?    3. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?    4. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If not, describe an ideal lover.    5. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why     Group Situations : 1. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?    2. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?    3. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?    4. Do you care what others think of you?    5. What do you think of others, in general?     Self Image : 1. What is your greatest strength as a person?    2. What is your greatest weakness?    3. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?    4. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?    5. Are you generally organized or messy? Beliefs : 1. What God or Goddess do you find most appealing, if any?    2. Which God or Goddess do you fear, if any?    3. Do you have any Gnosis Marks? If so, how did you receive them?    4. What lengths would you go to to please your deity?    5. Where do you draw the line at pleasing your deity? What is too much? Life & Death : 1. What do you absolutely live for?    2. What is the best part of life?    3. What is the best part of death?    4. If you could choose, how would you want to die?    5. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? Code: Select all [center][box,700,#000037,#BFBFFE,#BFBFFE][/box][/center]