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Phobius
Race: Inarta
Gender: Male
Age: 22 Years Old
Birthday: Day 22, Winter, Year 495 AV
Birthplace: Wind Reach
Appearance
Phobius has a slim, lithe figure, but his height lies within the confines of Inarta standards; he stands at about 5’9”, and there’s only about half an inch of a difference when he’s wearing his boots. He’s got pale, beige-tinted skin, a smooth, round, stubble-less face, and bright amber eyes. Phobius’ hair is of a deep crimson shade, similar to the reddest autumn leaves, and stops just above his shoulders. He rarely does anything to it, so more often than not he looks like he's just rolled himself out of bed.
Regardless of whether he's indoors or outdoors, Phobius is always dressed in something thick, like his dark-grey katinu and bryda. The former can be a bit of a burden when the weather's warm, and the latter is quite dull, unadorned by the colorful glass beads that most Inarta tend to decorate them with, but he likes being covered up. To him, wearing heavy clothes is like being held in someone's arms, day-in and day-out; it makes him feel safe. A jacket, some shoes, and pair of pants that cover his ankles would work just as well.
Around Phobius' neck is what seems to be a leather collar bound with a metal clasp on one side; a "souvenir" from his days spent in the lowest rung of the Inartan societal ladder. Phobius doesn't like to talk about the collar, and chooses to keep it hidden underneath his beloved blue scarf so that people won't see it and ask questions. He's also very fearful of it being touched or talk of it being removed; in the past, he's tried to get rid of it, himself, but the tiny locking mechanism within the clasp is stuck. Only the owner of the collar knew how to remove it, and Phobius lost touch with the man in question a great many years ago.
Personality
Phobius is a gentle, kind-hearted soul who doesn't have the stomach, nor the proper skills, for dealing with violence. Seen as quite the emotional deviant among his kin, Phobius prefers ending fights rather than starting them, and is keen on talking out problems instead of resorting to force. He's incredibly social, and enjoys bonding with all sorts of people, ignoring language barriers and the like in favor of finding a new friend. A hard, somewhat lonesome childhood has made him dependent on the presence of others, and Phobius is quick to cling to others whom he deems safe and friendly. He's incredibly loyal, and loves to help others as well as keep them happy, willing to go to foolish, even dangerous lengths to make it so. It's this dotage, however, that acts as a great flaw in his system.
Eager to please and serve, Phobius seems to have no problems with taking orders. He unquestioningly trusts others and accepts their every word as truth, unless some powerful hunch tells him otherwise. As a result, Phobius is incredibly gullible and easy to manipulate. He knows the difference between right and wrong, and can easily tell “good” apart from “bad,” but it'd only take a smooth-talking stranger to change his views.
As far as mental abilities go, Phobius, bluntly put, has the mind of small child. He's slower at processing things and doesn't necessarily act his age, stuck in a limbo that rests between maturity and immaturity. His attitude, as well, is very childlike, and prompts him to react in situations much like someone of his mind's age would. He's quick to run from danger, is easily distracted, and will often cry if he's feeling overwhelmed or scared.
