Name: Seditdraah (Has no family name, following Akvatari tradition)
Birthday & Age: 80th Day of Winter, 484 A.V., Aged 26
Gender: Male
Race: Akvatari
Height: 5'10"
Birthday & Age: 80th Day of Winter, 484 A.V., Aged 26
Gender: Male
Race: Akvatari
Height: 5'10"
Physical Description
Seditdraah is assuredly tall but his height is a far cry from unusual for his people. He has curly brown hair streaked with premature silver-grey strands tinged almost a shade of icy blue; he wears his hair long and typically unbound, letting it trail freely just above his shoulder blades. On occasion, Seditdraah will tie his hair up, either in a simple pony-tail at the base of his neck or in a quickly twisted braid. This hair, which could perhaps be deserving of the epithet beautiful, frames a face possessed of a delicate bone structure. His face is too refinely carved and too feminine to be considered beautiful on a man, however. Resting just above two prominent and finely sculpted cheekbones rests eyes the color of a cold, stormy sea. They are dark blue and steely grey at the same time; deep and dark eyes that smolder with the melancholia all Akvatari know so well.
Fair, freckle-less skin wraps around the human part of his torso; it is the type of fair that is not a solid, perfect white that gleans like porcelain but the type of pale that those that distinctly lack pigmentation in their skin seem to have. It flushes its plumes of red and pink after he exerts himself through flying and also alights similarly when he is embarrassed. Naturally, Seditdraah never covers his flesh except for a simple band of fabric--his is woven of various shades of grey, silver, and blue cloth--around the middle of his torso.
Being an Akvatari, Seditdraah has large, butterfly-shaped wings colored in the shades that would make one think of winter, though not it a joyful reminisce. The combination of icy blues, frosty, muted greys, and sparkle-less silvers join together to remind all that view it the awe and power winter truly has. They have a desolate coloration though, either because of or in spite of that fact one can not miss their beauty. Much like how all know the dangers the bolts of lightening that strike the ground during storms posses, people often find them beautiful and alluring. Such is the same with his wings. His tail, which becomes apparent a few inches below his navel, is covered in silver-grey fur that almost can be called blue in the right light. It is mutely colored as well.
Fair, freckle-less skin wraps around the human part of his torso; it is the type of fair that is not a solid, perfect white that gleans like porcelain but the type of pale that those that distinctly lack pigmentation in their skin seem to have. It flushes its plumes of red and pink after he exerts himself through flying and also alights similarly when he is embarrassed. Naturally, Seditdraah never covers his flesh except for a simple band of fabric--his is woven of various shades of grey, silver, and blue cloth--around the middle of his torso.
Being an Akvatari, Seditdraah has large, butterfly-shaped wings colored in the shades that would make one think of winter, though not it a joyful reminisce. The combination of icy blues, frosty, muted greys, and sparkle-less silvers join together to remind all that view it the awe and power winter truly has. They have a desolate coloration though, either because of or in spite of that fact one can not miss their beauty. Much like how all know the dangers the bolts of lightening that strike the ground during storms posses, people often find them beautiful and alluring. Such is the same with his wings. His tail, which becomes apparent a few inches below his navel, is covered in silver-grey fur that almost can be called blue in the right light. It is mutely colored as well.
Mental Description
Melancholia. It is possibly the most poignant adjective--and definitely the most accurate--to describe the Akvatari people. Sorrow and melancholy weigh heavily upon his people's minds, though Seditdraah for one has no angst about this. What makes great artists? What makes great thinkers? Surely only those that feel and think to the point of sorrow can be the only ones who hope to illicit emotions from others! So, Seditdraah has learned not to hate his affliction, but embrace it. He is also quite quiet, preferring to watch than to participate and to learn rather than to teach.
He has also learned to embrace the Goddess of Death, Dira. He worships her with his entire being; religion is very important to him. If questioned why Dira above all others, Seditdraah has to think not at all. The Akvatari have no know common origin to explain their existance; no past to unify them. All they have to look forward to is their end: death. Each of them will die just as all that have come before them have died. They may not have a common history, but the do have a common future. Despite his religious beliefs, Seditdraah does not believe in killing or slaying, nor is he suicidal. He has just embraced death and its Queen as inevitable and something to revere and not fear.
Seditdraah also has a great passion for the arts. His mother was a painter and his father a poet and he knows countless others in artistic venues. He himself is most fascinated by the weaving, twisting, braiding, and joining of threads to make fabrics, textiles, and tapestries, though he prefers form over function.
He has also learned to embrace the Goddess of Death, Dira. He worships her with his entire being; religion is very important to him. If questioned why Dira above all others, Seditdraah has to think not at all. The Akvatari have no know common origin to explain their existance; no past to unify them. All they have to look forward to is their end: death. Each of them will die just as all that have come before them have died. They may not have a common history, but the do have a common future. Despite his religious beliefs, Seditdraah does not believe in killing or slaying, nor is he suicidal. He has just embraced death and its Queen as inevitable and something to revere and not fear.
Seditdraah also has a great passion for the arts. His mother was a painter and his father a poet and he knows countless others in artistic venues. He himself is most fascinated by the weaving, twisting, braiding, and joining of threads to make fabrics, textiles, and tapestries, though he prefers form over function.
History
There is nothing quite significant in Seditdraah's history. No overarching theme of tragedy--outside of his cranium, that is--nor any great moments of glory. He had a simple life, born and raised in the Akvatarian city of Abura. He was born in year 484 to his mother Wcaotleorr and his father Astraoonm. They were transitory lovers, their union transitory, and besides Seditdraah they produced one other child together, a girl a few years younger than Seditdraah, before parting. When the two separated amicably their son was left in the care of their mother and their daughter left in the care of the father. While there was never any anger or pain in this natural separation, Seditdraah knows very little about his father and next to nothing about his sister.
Growing up in Abura offered Seditdraah very few problems or great joys. He lived a quiet, secluded life, though this was certainly more self-inflicted than anything else. He preferred to be alone as did his mother; both spent hours together drowning in the silence of their personal thoughts. Though when they did speak, which they did often despite long gaps in silence, it was often of art. Wcaotleorr was an avid painter, working mostly with water color and other soft mediums. She painted many scenes of rain and tried to express the solitude she felt, though never vocalized, through her work. She wanted her son to be an artist as well, though it was soon discovered that paint would not be his medium.
As long as he could remember, Seditdraah as had a fascination with threads and fabrics and has loved to weave. He studied mostly by himself but also with other Akvatari. He is still quite a novice, but he has a great passion for it. He favors darker colored threads especially blacks, charcoals, and dark greys.
While everyone calls him Sidetdraah, including his mother, it was not the name he was given at birth; it was one he took later. To him, it has great meaning and it is an anagram like many of his people's names, though he will not reveal the meaning of it to anyone. Though he does reveal that it has great religious meaning to him. He changed his name when he was 13 years old.
Growing up in Abura offered Seditdraah very few problems or great joys. He lived a quiet, secluded life, though this was certainly more self-inflicted than anything else. He preferred to be alone as did his mother; both spent hours together drowning in the silence of their personal thoughts. Though when they did speak, which they did often despite long gaps in silence, it was often of art. Wcaotleorr was an avid painter, working mostly with water color and other soft mediums. She painted many scenes of rain and tried to express the solitude she felt, though never vocalized, through her work. She wanted her son to be an artist as well, though it was soon discovered that paint would not be his medium.
As long as he could remember, Seditdraah as had a fascination with threads and fabrics and has loved to weave. He studied mostly by himself but also with other Akvatari. He is still quite a novice, but he has a great passion for it. He favors darker colored threads especially blacks, charcoals, and dark greys.
While everyone calls him Sidetdraah, including his mother, it was not the name he was given at birth; it was one he took later. To him, it has great meaning and it is an anagram like many of his people's names, though he will not reveal the meaning of it to anyone. Though he does reveal that it has great religious meaning to him. He changed his name when he was 13 years old.
Training, Skills, and Lore
Weaving (30/100)
Acquired Lore
- 20 - Starting Package
- 10 - Racial Bonus in visual arts
- 10 - Starting Package
- 10 - Starting Package
- 5 - Starting Package
- 5 - Starting Package
Acquired Lore
- Lore of Dira (Starting Package)
- Lore of Thread Types (Starting Package)
Possessions
- A simple band of fabric colored blue, grey, and mute silver that he wears around his waist. He made this (Starting Package)
Ledger
100 Gold Mizas
Thread List
