Tieran
01-20-08, 02:54 AM
Name: Tieran.
Age: 21.
Race: Half satyr, half human.
Hair Color: Ginger.
Eye Color: Copper.
Height: 6'2".
Weight: 190 lbs.
Occupation: Slacker, tattooist, a little music here and there, con artist.
Personality: Lazy. It's either the satyr blood in 'em or he's just a good for nothin' churl. Tieran hasn't done a day of honest labor! Not to mention the drug addiction... what a booze hound. Like the typical lazy drug addict, Tieran is all about the relaxation; he isn't even sensitive about that growth on his noggin'. He's also quite a smooth talker and, in spite of his bad habits, rather intelligent. It's a perfect combination for duping others.
Appearance: The first thing most people notice are horns. He has jet black ram horns which grow right above his ears. His ears are long and pointy. That's the second thing people notice; he has six wooden piercings in each ear, which form a line along the outer ridges. His skin is sun tanned, either from excessive outdoor naps or hunting down drugs in the streets or wilderness. Tieran's hair, an admixture of darker reds, is coarse, thick, tousled, and drapes just over his brow. His almond eyes are oddly metallic colored like copper, pale and usually unfocused.
For some reason, Tieran likes dark green a lot and wears a simple linen shirt with a v-cut neck and long sleeves of that very color. Even if green is extremely flattering on him, too much green would make others envious of his excellent fashion sense, and therefore his slacks are a plain dark brown. While he enjoys travelling barefoot, calloused feet are no fun and he wouldn't want to step in someone's used snuff; cloth and straw sandals answer that problem. Other things are strewn about him, such as dark leather pouches hanging from a simple black cloth belt.
History: Satyrs are known for their rambunctious drug-driven orgies. Therefore, Tieran. It's surprising his mother, finer than even some nymphs, didn't die during child birth, but luckily the horns came in after puberty. Tieran was born in Palgard, Valucre, a very strict place in terms of the law. A con artist, drug addict, and a slacker can't very well do anything in a sadistic city like that, so... he left. His mother didn't like him very much (didn't even find him worthy of their family name), anyway, and most people found the horns weird and disliked his habits. He never looked for his father, since it would have been entirely pointless, and possibly traumatizing should the satyr have been drinking. Instead of searching those Great Pine Barrens outside Palgard for the answers to all of his aching questions and why he existed, Tieran lit up his pipe and pickpocketed every single gullible traveller on his way to "where-ever."
Skills:
Racial
Alertness: It's relatively hard to sneak up on Tieran. His senses are better than a human's, however, they pale in comparison to, say, the vision of an eagle or a wolf's sense of smell. More precisely, his alertness stems from an intuitive, innate attunement to nature. The farther from green he is, the less this ability works (e.g., a city).
Charm: With a spoken word or so, Tieran can charm others much like a satyr uses a lute to do so. The stronger minded a person is, the more it takes to convince them to do something. If given a musical instrument, this ability will affect anyone who can hear the music, however, Tieran would rather buy drugs than another aola. Charm can be dispelled by applying enough pain, much like snapping one out of a dream, depending on how much time and effort it takes Tieran to get one to do his bidding.
Learned
Tattoo Artist: Tieran learned to use both needles with ink and henna body art paste in Palgard as a way to earn pocket change through his adolescence. He's quite an artist, at least when it comes to geometric designs.
Nature
Growth: Accessed through an intricate tattoo on both sides Tieran's left hand, which took a little skill to fashion on himself with the needle, he can cause plants to grow. The tattoo itself is a glyph which brings to the surface latent talents which Tieran has yet to explore in depth. Plant growth is dependant on several things: sunlight availability, moisture, temperature, and his level of concentration. Growing weeds enough to tangle someone's feet up is a simple task, but anything more is that much harder and he cannot yet reverse the effects of a Growth.
Equipment: Aside from his clothes, Tieran carries the following, all of which are simple instruments and nothing fascinating:
-50 fluid oz. waterskin.
-A briar smoking pipe, a couple of matches, and a small slip of cloth.
-One pouch of cannabis.
-Two pouches of tobacco.
-One pouch of henna.
-A straight oak staff measuring 6.5 feet including cloth wrapped along the center.
Age: 21.
Race: Half satyr, half human.
Hair Color: Ginger.
Eye Color: Copper.
Height: 6'2".
Weight: 190 lbs.
Occupation: Slacker, tattooist, a little music here and there, con artist.
Personality: Lazy. It's either the satyr blood in 'em or he's just a good for nothin' churl. Tieran hasn't done a day of honest labor! Not to mention the drug addiction... what a booze hound. Like the typical lazy drug addict, Tieran is all about the relaxation; he isn't even sensitive about that growth on his noggin'. He's also quite a smooth talker and, in spite of his bad habits, rather intelligent. It's a perfect combination for duping others.
Appearance: The first thing most people notice are horns. He has jet black ram horns which grow right above his ears. His ears are long and pointy. That's the second thing people notice; he has six wooden piercings in each ear, which form a line along the outer ridges. His skin is sun tanned, either from excessive outdoor naps or hunting down drugs in the streets or wilderness. Tieran's hair, an admixture of darker reds, is coarse, thick, tousled, and drapes just over his brow. His almond eyes are oddly metallic colored like copper, pale and usually unfocused.
For some reason, Tieran likes dark green a lot and wears a simple linen shirt with a v-cut neck and long sleeves of that very color. Even if green is extremely flattering on him, too much green would make others envious of his excellent fashion sense, and therefore his slacks are a plain dark brown. While he enjoys travelling barefoot, calloused feet are no fun and he wouldn't want to step in someone's used snuff; cloth and straw sandals answer that problem. Other things are strewn about him, such as dark leather pouches hanging from a simple black cloth belt.
History: Satyrs are known for their rambunctious drug-driven orgies. Therefore, Tieran. It's surprising his mother, finer than even some nymphs, didn't die during child birth, but luckily the horns came in after puberty. Tieran was born in Palgard, Valucre, a very strict place in terms of the law. A con artist, drug addict, and a slacker can't very well do anything in a sadistic city like that, so... he left. His mother didn't like him very much (didn't even find him worthy of their family name), anyway, and most people found the horns weird and disliked his habits. He never looked for his father, since it would have been entirely pointless, and possibly traumatizing should the satyr have been drinking. Instead of searching those Great Pine Barrens outside Palgard for the answers to all of his aching questions and why he existed, Tieran lit up his pipe and pickpocketed every single gullible traveller on his way to "where-ever."
Skills:
Racial
Alertness: It's relatively hard to sneak up on Tieran. His senses are better than a human's, however, they pale in comparison to, say, the vision of an eagle or a wolf's sense of smell. More precisely, his alertness stems from an intuitive, innate attunement to nature. The farther from green he is, the less this ability works (e.g., a city).
Charm: With a spoken word or so, Tieran can charm others much like a satyr uses a lute to do so. The stronger minded a person is, the more it takes to convince them to do something. If given a musical instrument, this ability will affect anyone who can hear the music, however, Tieran would rather buy drugs than another aola. Charm can be dispelled by applying enough pain, much like snapping one out of a dream, depending on how much time and effort it takes Tieran to get one to do his bidding.
Learned
Tattoo Artist: Tieran learned to use both needles with ink and henna body art paste in Palgard as a way to earn pocket change through his adolescence. He's quite an artist, at least when it comes to geometric designs.
Nature
Growth: Accessed through an intricate tattoo on both sides Tieran's left hand, which took a little skill to fashion on himself with the needle, he can cause plants to grow. The tattoo itself is a glyph which brings to the surface latent talents which Tieran has yet to explore in depth. Plant growth is dependant on several things: sunlight availability, moisture, temperature, and his level of concentration. Growing weeds enough to tangle someone's feet up is a simple task, but anything more is that much harder and he cannot yet reverse the effects of a Growth.
Equipment: Aside from his clothes, Tieran carries the following, all of which are simple instruments and nothing fascinating:
-50 fluid oz. waterskin.
-A briar smoking pipe, a couple of matches, and a small slip of cloth.
-One pouch of cannabis.
-Two pouches of tobacco.
-One pouch of henna.
-A straight oak staff measuring 6.5 feet including cloth wrapped along the center.