Rhumyd the half-elf, was always a quiet fellow. Kept to himself mostly.
Even when he was a child, he would always be under a tree somewhere reading
a book or staring into a pond for hours. It was like he was somewhere else.
Around puberty he started to show signs of elemental control, most likely
cause from his elven heritage. His human father though instilled in him a
curiosity and with that, a thirst for knowledge. The years went on though,
and he became more and more indulged in his studies. Learning and mastering
untold magic, the beginnings to spells that one day would allow him to
control the very storms that nature itself casts. In his studies though he
also read moral teachings and stories of heroes and damsels in distress. As
he matured and neared adulthood his fervor into the righteous and good, the
path of the hero was all he could be. His quiet self-absorbed childhood
self seemed to melt away.
Description:
Rhumyd has a very serious look to him. His eyebrows are furrowed and
bushy encompassing his dark brown eyes. His pointed nose protrudes up at a
snobbish angle. His lips are pursed and drawn tight, not a smile or a
frown. A strong jawline finish's his face and completes the facade. He
slouches slightly, long hours hunched over parchment is apparent in his
hunch. His slender arms and long fingers are stained black from ink. The
hair on his arms have all been singed off and a weird, random and thin scar
encompasses both of them. Like trees starting at his hands and branching
out getting smaller and more numerous as it goes further up his arms.
I just didn't like the way this guy felt. I had his story done early too, before I was even created, I had his desc and background already written. But I don't know what happened
[reply to tayyah]