Joined: 26 Oct 2008
|Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 6:47 am Post subject: Narastu Kuren
|Name: Narastu Kuren
Age: 21 (Just enough.)
Equipment: Purple Goggles, his favorite pair. A Purple suit. An eyepatch, what is under it? Purple shoes, of course. A small sword, and a metal staff, with a few rings around it. One end sharp to the point, the other like an iron fist.
Eye Color: Purple.
Hair Style: Short, and spiky.
Hair Length: Just below neck.
Skin Color: White.
Body Frame: The usual. Good build-up, but not huge muscle-man thing.
Sexual Preference: Woman.
Favorite Food: Apples.
Favorite Color: Purple.
Hobbies: Training, meditating, and having fun.
Personality: Nice, kind, wise, nothing unusual. Well, besides his uncanny ability to use magic. Anyways, he's one of those happy go-lucky guys, always thinking, and looking on the lighter side.
Personal History: "Well. It looks like it's my turn to tell my story. Anyways, here's how it starts. I was born, and raised to a good age of 13, but, and I'm sure you've heard this before, something started happening to me. Like, it was magic. Weird things happened though. I don't like to think about it much though, it was the BEST day of my life. Anyways, what started happening was, darkness starting floating in our house. Everyday. But, most of all, it was following me. Of course, my called me a 'demon' and ran off, because I refused to leave the house I lived in. I dunno where they are now, either still running, dead, or in jail. Eh, atleast it gave me more time. I got so made, I made a weapon out of metal, from my dad's stuff. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I also borrowed his shortsword, and started practicing. It was like a call, from the Gods, or something. I'm not sure, but I started training my magic, also finding different things I could do with it. Which is rather fun. Anyways, I just learned to take care of myself. It's not like anyone would disturb a 13 year old boy, with a staff, and a knife, and magic black clouds following him. I learned to live with it, and to control, so people will get a better impression on me. Meditating helps a lot though, I thought it was just some fake stuff, that people use. For no reason, but it turned out that it actually works, making me more calm, and my magic more controllable. Anyways I started growing old, getting better at manuvering my staff and sword (I got a good mentor, but he's somewhere else now), and learned some new stuff. Which I'm sure will come in handy. Anyways, after a while, I just packed my stuff and started travelling around. Just for fun, really. I learned stuff, from experienced people (Maybe even a few bad things, that I'd like NOT to recall). Anyways, here I am now. Still traveling. It doesn't bother me, that I don't got a job, people will just give me money for some reason, with I allow my magic to come out (Personally, I think that they're scared, or they just think that it's cool). Either way, it IS free. But alas, I have to go now. More travelling to do, more stuff to learn, and all that. Bye." He stood up from his chair, and walked off from the people that were around him.