Crydix Collade Appearance Race: Human, mixed Caste: Dek Gender: Male Age: 21 Birthday: 83, Summer, 492 AV. Birthplace: Wind Reach Appearance: Fiery red hair, a rather muscular figure, angular face with defined cheekbones and strangely red eyes. However, a thick piece of dirty no-longer-white cloth covers his eyes, because he is blind. Sensitive to sunlight. He has a rather pale skin tone. He stands full height at 6 foot, perfectly proportionate. Arm's have a tattoo across each, to his own design of which he did himself. Manly, right? Alongside all this, he favors a massive jet-black cloak custom made for him out of cheap cloth. The majority of the time he adorns it, it's lengthy hood is up, and his face is masked in shadows. There are portions of the cloak that are tightly against his skin, such as around his wrist area up to his elbow. In other places, there's just slits in the cloth. For example, he has four long slits down the back of his cloak, revealing a bit of his back to the outside. This serves to help his sense his environment better. He is commonly mistaken for a Dek due to his rag cloth clothing and stumbling about blindly. Character Concept He favors his giant bow above all else. This and his senses (like feeling, tasting, smelling, and hearing.) But being blind for a very long time(since he was around 5) has given him a very acute sense of what's around him. He is actually surprisingly accurate with his bow. Wind direction and speed can be easily measured by him based on how it rushes past his skin, or at least the portion of cloth pressed against his skin, though it is muffled a bit. He has a general "sense" of what's around him, because of auristics. Though he is not aware of the name or reason of it. He is unaware that it is a magic, and has taught himself through will, concentration, and patience. He loves to dream, because in his dreams he can see. He enjoys the color of that around him, thankful greatfully for every second of sleep in which he enjoys a dream, trying to memorize each and every one he ever has. Character History He has always been inspired by the Endals, admiring them continuously since the earliest age. He was born the child of two Dek, being one of the scum of the streets. But back then, he could see. Until he was five. He doesn't quite remember how, why, or what happened. But he simply remembers the day before, being able to see, and then waking up a few days later in the hospital, darkness cloaking his eyesight. From then on, he stumbled about, being pretty much useless at everything. Until fifteen, when he was judged and classified as a chiet, and dismissed as simple minded. His "occupation" is being a trash organizer/mover. Though quite bad at it, he eventually learned how to be decent at it, more or less. Throughout his time of organizing trash, he treasured all the bows he found. Broken and useless, he collected the pieces for fun, feeling their smooth surfaces to comfort him. Eventually, he managed to patch one up and make a bow. Though bad in quality, he would always sneak off from his duties to practice shooting it. He collected his arrows from the trash, mostly broken or with completely dull tips. Cryd would set up a simple target. Using a simple broken chair as a stand, he placed a series of junk up, and shot the arrows at them. He felt about, and would discover how far his arrow was. Without a exception, every day for several years he snuck off to shoot, eventually becoming rather proficient at his archery. The fiery haired man was usually used to lug larger junk around, being abnormally tall meant he could reach higher places. So he was expected to move normally heavy objects into higher locations. This earned him strength. This continued on and on until he was 20. That's when he made his own bow using the larger pieces cast away once ruined. He carved it with a sharp and broken carving knife he scavenged from the usual heap of junk. It was surprising what you could find in the dump. He attempted several times, dissatisfied with the slightest imperfection. After one year, he finally managed to craft his own massive bow. Though, it bore no string. It is hidden in his corner of the slum, under a heap of rock and junk. Language Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: Nari Poor Language: N/A Skills
Lores Lores: Lore of Inarta Culture Lore of the Importance of Castes Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Bryda -Simple Lontev -Barefooted -Custom made cloak -Piece of cloth used as blindfold 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Glass or Bone or Metal) -Brush (Glass or Bone or Metal) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 95 Pinions Heirloom: N/A Housing Location: Wind Reach House: Darniva Commonrooms 20x20 with basic furniture Ledger
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