Post by Atherius von Groth on Apr 20, 2016 18:56:36 GMT -8
Name: Atherius. (Atherius Higlan Ross Caldridge Romarius Themarius von Groth, for formal occasions.)
Age: 26.
Gender: Male.
Affiliation: Self loyalties.
Profession: Sellsword, Mercenary, Bandit, Singer.
Inventory/Important Possessions: Always upon his person, when on duty, Atherius hauls around a basic Steel Greatsword; shinning brilliantly and looking as though it had just been forged that very day. Atherius was also known to wear a 'procured' platemail breastplate. Attatched into his knee-high leather boots, steel toe-guards pointed out in a small spike at the front, with a connection running to the back of his heel. With a leather vest beneath his armor, and a quilted shirt even beneath that. Leather trousers with leather straps running beneath his thighs and around them, holding a metalic cup over his sensual area. His most noticeably piece of equipment though was his full face-guard steel helmet, obstructing any visual of his face aside for his bright blue eyes and the ridge of his nose when light shined at him.
Personality: Atherius has a cool demeanor with a usually level-headed air about him; though this usually leads others around him to believe he's a nonchalant, seclusive man. It's difficult to quite place where his 'head' is, in a sense, as Atherius' opinions are usually expressed openly when he feels he is in place to speak as such, giving him an almost bipolar standing on everything he acts upon. Depending on who associates with him, the man can be either a kind hearted, soft, careful man- and with others he can be an sarcastic, outright insulting man. Though, when the time arises for him to take up arms, Atherius seems to have an almost suicidal determination about him. Even when his life is in jeopardy, Atherius will never seem to back down.
Appearance: Platinum Blonde hair, draping down to his shoulders, laid beneath his helmet. Smooth and sleek, shinning brilliantly and reflecting the sun when it emitted down it's rays upon him. With an athletic figure, standing at 6'0", Atherius' body was little in the way of the bulky soldier form. With pasty pale skin, with only a small hint of pink color. Multiple scars that appeared to be caused by lashes ran down until the back of his waist, flushed pink and smooth, not at all screaming 'Warrior Wounds' as other men-at-arms might have. Despite this, the most noticeable features of Atherius where found upon his face. While he is a man, Atherius' face was soft, almost woman like. With long eyelashes, thin platinum eyebrows, rosy lips, and high cheekbones, Atherius' face alone could at first glance be mistaken for a woman's. His jawline and the lump in his throat would still give off his masculine appearance; though many seem to swiftly ignore them unless they where to study him. His face alone was the reason he wore his helmet at almost all times.
History: Atherius is a firm believer that all the events that he's partaken in, and all his experiences, are entirely meant for himself and those who had been apart of them. However, from how he avoids questions of such with those he does not know (And even those he might now), it would sound as though he had no honest clue about his own past. All that is certain is he came from somewhere else. With lashings upon his back and an unshakable position to almost -never- remove his helmet, gave way that he was most certainly either known for being misschievous and a fickle-player; or that his facial appearance wrought him the abuse brought to those who didn't 'fit their role'. He knows little about his own parents, about where he picked up his skills, or what noteworthy achievements he'd done before hand. Upon entering into this new, unknown land, Atherius had swiftly worked towards common thieving, robbing farms and traders blind and the occasional patrol here-and-there. It would appear he'd arrived at a young age however, for he was extremely well versed in both the respects to give those of higher class, how to properly posture himself, and how to make himself known for being hired.
Aside from all of this, there was one thing that was surprisingly unique about Atherius. While his face was one such thing, what was ultimately a curve ball for many was how this swordsmen, this known beautiful rampaging warrior, had an almost lustful desire to sing. Having an average voice for a man was not so unbelievable, but when singing his pitch became softer, kinder, and almost magically beautiful. Singing in an almost orchestral way, to a more tavern-singers tone. Athierus might have known very little about himself and what he'd previously lived through, but what he did know is that singing brought him into a serene state of mind, one that nothing else seemed to do.
Other: Atherius likes fresh, crispy, juicy apples. None of those mushy old ones.
Age: 26.
Gender: Male.
Affiliation: Self loyalties.
Profession: Sellsword, Mercenary, Bandit, Singer.
Inventory/Important Possessions: Always upon his person, when on duty, Atherius hauls around a basic Steel Greatsword; shinning brilliantly and looking as though it had just been forged that very day. Atherius was also known to wear a 'procured' platemail breastplate. Attatched into his knee-high leather boots, steel toe-guards pointed out in a small spike at the front, with a connection running to the back of his heel. With a leather vest beneath his armor, and a quilted shirt even beneath that. Leather trousers with leather straps running beneath his thighs and around them, holding a metalic cup over his sensual area. His most noticeably piece of equipment though was his full face-guard steel helmet, obstructing any visual of his face aside for his bright blue eyes and the ridge of his nose when light shined at him.
Personality: Atherius has a cool demeanor with a usually level-headed air about him; though this usually leads others around him to believe he's a nonchalant, seclusive man. It's difficult to quite place where his 'head' is, in a sense, as Atherius' opinions are usually expressed openly when he feels he is in place to speak as such, giving him an almost bipolar standing on everything he acts upon. Depending on who associates with him, the man can be either a kind hearted, soft, careful man- and with others he can be an sarcastic, outright insulting man. Though, when the time arises for him to take up arms, Atherius seems to have an almost suicidal determination about him. Even when his life is in jeopardy, Atherius will never seem to back down.
Appearance: Platinum Blonde hair, draping down to his shoulders, laid beneath his helmet. Smooth and sleek, shinning brilliantly and reflecting the sun when it emitted down it's rays upon him. With an athletic figure, standing at 6'0", Atherius' body was little in the way of the bulky soldier form. With pasty pale skin, with only a small hint of pink color. Multiple scars that appeared to be caused by lashes ran down until the back of his waist, flushed pink and smooth, not at all screaming 'Warrior Wounds' as other men-at-arms might have. Despite this, the most noticeable features of Atherius where found upon his face. While he is a man, Atherius' face was soft, almost woman like. With long eyelashes, thin platinum eyebrows, rosy lips, and high cheekbones, Atherius' face alone could at first glance be mistaken for a woman's. His jawline and the lump in his throat would still give off his masculine appearance; though many seem to swiftly ignore them unless they where to study him. His face alone was the reason he wore his helmet at almost all times.
History: Atherius is a firm believer that all the events that he's partaken in, and all his experiences, are entirely meant for himself and those who had been apart of them. However, from how he avoids questions of such with those he does not know (And even those he might now), it would sound as though he had no honest clue about his own past. All that is certain is he came from somewhere else. With lashings upon his back and an unshakable position to almost -never- remove his helmet, gave way that he was most certainly either known for being misschievous and a fickle-player; or that his facial appearance wrought him the abuse brought to those who didn't 'fit their role'. He knows little about his own parents, about where he picked up his skills, or what noteworthy achievements he'd done before hand. Upon entering into this new, unknown land, Atherius had swiftly worked towards common thieving, robbing farms and traders blind and the occasional patrol here-and-there. It would appear he'd arrived at a young age however, for he was extremely well versed in both the respects to give those of higher class, how to properly posture himself, and how to make himself known for being hired.
Aside from all of this, there was one thing that was surprisingly unique about Atherius. While his face was one such thing, what was ultimately a curve ball for many was how this swordsmen, this known beautiful rampaging warrior, had an almost lustful desire to sing. Having an average voice for a man was not so unbelievable, but when singing his pitch became softer, kinder, and almost magically beautiful. Singing in an almost orchestral way, to a more tavern-singers tone. Athierus might have known very little about himself and what he'd previously lived through, but what he did know is that singing brought him into a serene state of mind, one that nothing else seemed to do.
Other: Atherius likes fresh, crispy, juicy apples. None of those mushy old ones.