General Information
Full Name: Balcex Joltspear
Race: Human
Gender:Male
Age: 21
Birthday: 34, Summer, 492AV
Birthplace: Wind Reach
Starting Location: Nyka
Fluent in: Common
]Basic in: Nari
Race: Human
Gender:Male
Age: 21
Birthday: 34, Summer, 492AV
Birthplace: Wind Reach
Starting Location: Nyka
Fluent in: Common
]Basic in: Nari
Physical
Balcex is tall and fairly muscular, albeit not much, dark hair that cuts off around his shoulders slick with sweat from hard work graces his deep set face that seems to be set in a way that to most comes off as angry, or possibly violent, if one is especially timid. His nose points outward and matches the jutting that comes from his chin as well. He is roughly 158lbs and 5'9", and typically dons a Ramie Cloak held together by a simple buckle, keeping him pleasently warm and free from unwelcoming weather, beneath it is his Studded Leather Vest, It is neither worn nor weary from battle, as while Balcex has studiously trained with his sword, he has never actually used it for actual purposes. A belt holds his pants tight to his waist and a harness holds his spear, positioning it at an angle on his back. On his lower half of his body is his flaxen pants which seem to be worn and weary from long travel; they are neatly tucked into his high boots which although worn and dirty, seem to be in fairly good shape, as if they are well taken care of. His Talon Sword, passed through his family since they acquired it is almost always wrapped in cloth and held in his hand.
Personality
That everlasting smile, it both confirms and denies what lies within the passages of echoing caverns and staircases that is his mind. One would not be able to understand how someone so cheerful, almost a phantom spewing happiness from it's soul, could just as readily show wisdom the feels so unfamiliar with the speaker, it defies all rhyme and reason, disobeys the order of things, This carefree youngling should never have a grasp on the world in such a way. He should never be able to express that kind of intelligence left to the elderly who have experienced a life much longer than he. And then, that wisdom fades, and he is his normal self, carefree and happy, that childish smile upon his face as he makes jokes and laughs. That fierce wisdom hidden away, lost once again in the passages of time. Leaving you dulled and baffled by how quickly it all happened. An Akalak say it was another soul. They would be wrong. One might say he is insane, That would be a misunderstanding. For it is none but himself within his mind, and when he sees fit, he will eject his true opinion, his true face behind that mask of cheerful goading and the facade of laughter, and release what it truly means to be a traveler.
But perhaps that's not all, for one should not forget his little quirks, for while they are, in essence just quirks, they are in some ways something that would define him far better than just his strange facade. If one were to notice, you would find he always has a hold on that sword of his. Why? That is a curious thing, but the answer has never come willingly, There are speculations, of course. We gather it is something to do with his past, perhaps a family problem. We cannot tell much more, he evades all questions about the sword. It's like trying to seperate a Inartan and a Wind Eagle, I'll give much to see someone break that petching wall down, the curiosity is killin' me. Oh, That's not all, oh no, I dare you to touch his shoulder, even in kindness, it's far more dangerous than attacking the guy, Don't know why but that left shoulder is a walking death trap, almost lost my own life for that, Needless to say he won't be on my caravan again.
~Merchant Caravaneer on Balcex~
But perhaps that's not all, for one should not forget his little quirks, for while they are, in essence just quirks, they are in some ways something that would define him far better than just his strange facade. If one were to notice, you would find he always has a hold on that sword of his. Why? That is a curious thing, but the answer has never come willingly, There are speculations, of course. We gather it is something to do with his past, perhaps a family problem. We cannot tell much more, he evades all questions about the sword. It's like trying to seperate a Inartan and a Wind Eagle, I'll give much to see someone break that petching wall down, the curiosity is killin' me. Oh, That's not all, oh no, I dare you to touch his shoulder, even in kindness, it's far more dangerous than attacking the guy, Don't know why but that left shoulder is a walking death trap, almost lost my own life for that, Needless to say he won't be on my caravan again.
~Merchant Caravaneer on Balcex~