Tyler

[Tyler]

Tyler "Penny for my thoughts?" Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 27 years old Birthday: 9th of Fall, 486 AV Birthplace: Zeltiva Appearance: Steely green eyes stare right through you as you try and catch a glimpse of recognition from the handsome man before you. With his hazel hair neatly combed in sophisticated classic manner, at first glance every strand of hair seems to have been combed or fallen in a perfect manner. Along with his cleanly shaven face and stylish suit he's a sight to behold in these times where comfort and utility is chosen over style. As he moves to lift his glass from the counter, his fairly broad shoulders move smoothly underneath the vest; Without a spot or wrinkle whatsoever on his clothes, it's as if he teleported to that barstool and never went through any dirty street or alley in his life. You notice your eyes have drifted from his piercing gaze and had sailed over his body. You estimate he's easily over 6 feet and has at least a fairly lean build. Then it happens, he shoots you a smile as he shakes his head ever so slight in a humored manner. White teeth beyond compare in this age where hygiene is barely taken in account. You straighten yourself and put on your boldest shoes as you walk up to him, his eyes not drifting from your direction as it looks like you caught his attention profoundly. Standing before him you move your lips and in your most seductive tone of voice you introduce yourself, to which he responds as his eyes finally focus and take in your beauty. The start of something beautiful...Or traumatizing? Character Concept Once a promising young man with a bright future ahead of him, a family in the works and an up and coming multi-talented mage of the Zeltivan portcity. Once a friendly and warm person with many friends and a broad network of contacts and acquaintances, always in for a good time and seemingly always finding the time for everyone and their problems...It's almost unbelievable how much he has changed since then. Due to an enormous mistake with everlasting effects, his future and his life scattered in the mental wind of the destroyed mind. He dabbled, overconfident, too deep in the arcane arts without heading the voice in his head telling him to back down. Too late did he realize his mistake, too late did he hear the voice. Now he has to pay for it. The price for that mistake...Is too terrible to bear for many folk, but he tries. He desperately clings to the last straws of sanity, refusing to give up; He battles his mind every single day until the day comes he's granted salvation....One way or the other. Character History His history involves a fairly standard upbringing as a young mage prospect as he comes from a well respected family who are renowned for being skilled in the arcane arts. So I won't bore you with that, just know he was a good lad. A lad with everything in the palm of his hands and his kind heart on his tongue. The 'fatal' incident, happened not too long ago. Not long enough for it to be hazy or incoherent, at least not the parts he's subconsciously suppressing more than he knows. He had drank for the first time, at his bachelor party, ending up with him getting in verbal arguments that lead to fistfights and his friends taking him to the inn. His mood had been soured by the 'betrayal' of his friends for dropping him at the tavern, but not so much as by his eternal rival that had been encountered and had ridiculed Tyler. He remembers wanting to test his skills somehow, to show them whose the best. Not that anyone was still around, but for his drunken self that didn't matter. Best he could come up with was going further than any of his rivals had gone before. Tyler can still picture those parts vividly, the way he stared into his steel-tinted eyes hanging above the filled basin and started to hypnotise himself. The way the voices started to speak louder and louder in his ears. The manner in which he tried to make them go away, the way he closed his eyes and stumbled across the floor for someone to save him. Then the holes came, those petching black holes with putrid yellow outer rims that started to pop up one after another before his eyes as he shielded himself with his arms while kneeling on the wooden floor. Up to this moment he has no recollection how those holes came in existence and what exactly happened in his mind during the hypnotization, but he does remember waking up in his bed... Nothing was the same after that night and in due time he had lost everything, bailing from his former life in an attempt to regain his sanity elsewhere; Ending up in Alvadas. The things that he believes ever since, the thoughts that seem so real; Are too disturbing and intricate to explain right now. Language Fluent Language: Common Other Languages: N/A Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Hypnotism 20 SP 20 Novice Leeching 20 SP 20 Novice Reimancy (Earth) 15 RB 15 Novice Voiding 10 SP 10 Novice Lores Helpful Lores: (Pick 2) Lore of Trauma Lore of Losing It All Possessions 1 Set of Clothing (Very Colorful) -Linen/Wool Shirt -Linen/Wool Pants -Linen/Wool Undergarments -Linen/Wool Cloak or Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (wood) -Brush (wood) -Soap -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 100 Gold Mizas Heirloom: The last present he received before the fateful night, a diary. Empty for the time being, but soon to be riffled with dream anecdotes and theorycrafting. Housing Location: Where in Mizahar are you living? Alvadas House: By default the house will cost 500 GM and be the default measurements of 20x20ft. The house, also comes with a key which acts as a sort of compass that tugs the possessor of the key in the direction of the house which the key belongs to (It would be best described as two magnets attracting each other). The house includes a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and table Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Thread List Link your current & past threads here!