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Birth Date: 21st of Spring, 491 AV
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Thomas is waif-like, spindly and physically awkward, all limbs and bones. His posture is impeccable, though, the young man stands tall at 6" and could perhaps be intimidating if his figure wasn't so starved. His eyes are an intense black, like coals, contrasting his sun-hungry skin frighteningly. His hair, perhaps even darker than his eyes, has grown coarse and unmanageable. Not particularly skilled with shears, his hair now grows awkwardly and at different lengths -- not that this particularly bothers him; as he believes wizards shouldn't be known for their appearance. A delicate nose, bent slightly at the ridge, curves downward towards his mouth. His lips have managed to retain their pinkness, and are relatively soft and full.
His arms and hands are covered with thin scars, a physical proof of his tie to world magics. No longer among the suspicious masses of the mainland, he only bothers to cover his left hand - marked with a black lily by Avalis - with a dark leather glove.
His arms and hands are covered with thin scars, a physical proof of his tie to world magics. No longer among the suspicious masses of the mainland, he only bothers to cover his left hand - marked with a black lily by Avalis - with a dark leather glove.
Sight and talent has brought the young animator a sense of entitlement and self-worth, perhaps undeserved. While Thomas would consider his own talents exceptional, he is not under the illusion that all of Mizahar would value his talents as much as he -- the young animator doesn't pretend to consider his arcane practices accepted in society. Experience and Sight have taught the young man how the majority of the world views magic, and his own practices with the fellow minded have taught Thomas to be wary of those who would seek the same knowledge the young Seer holds so dear.
Thomas has been left with a cold view of the world, a tragedy for one so young. He has learned to trust few, and is generally disillusioned with life in of itself. The young animator constantly seeks out adventure and variation, never being one to settle for a simple life.
Thomas has been left with a cold view of the world, a tragedy for one so young. He has learned to trust few, and is generally disillusioned with life in of itself. The young animator constantly seeks out adventure and variation, never being one to settle for a simple life.
Once there was a young, and honorable knight and a fair maiden. The knight loved the maiden from afar, and after many a day of awkward forced conversation, the knight made his intentions known.
The maiden said no, and that she was promised to another.
And then the knight was no longer so honorable.
He left heartbroken, and cried for himself. He drank himself unfeeling, for he knew he could not live without the fair maiden. The knight knew how to get what he wanted, and it wasn't something he wanted to remember. The young and noble knight convinced himself he could still be honorable if he didn't remember.
But he did. Remember. And the maiden still married him, because she was now both ruined and without her love. Who would want her now besides the young and noble knight? Three wonderful and beautiful children were had, and she loved them. But not enough, never enough. The now old woman slowly spiraled deeper and deeper into the sadness, sometimes staying in beds for days at a time. Unmoving. And then one day she didn't get up.
And the once young and noble Knight was sad. And he quickly became an old and bitter man.
The oldest of the three children joined the Knighthood, only to be quickly joined by his youngest sister. They were both truly honorable, and happy with their new lives. Truth and Hope guide them as Sight does their youngest brother.
The youngest of the three was blessed by Sight and made their old father proud. Too proud. The rebellion of the youngest son hurt the father too much, and pride turned to hate. And mistrust. And the youngest son became so easy to blame for all the wrong in the father's life.
So one night, the youngest son left. That place was no longer his home.
The maiden said no, and that she was promised to another.
And then the knight was no longer so honorable.
He left heartbroken, and cried for himself. He drank himself unfeeling, for he knew he could not live without the fair maiden. The knight knew how to get what he wanted, and it wasn't something he wanted to remember. The young and noble knight convinced himself he could still be honorable if he didn't remember.
But he did. Remember. And the maiden still married him, because she was now both ruined and without her love. Who would want her now besides the young and noble knight? Three wonderful and beautiful children were had, and she loved them. But not enough, never enough. The now old woman slowly spiraled deeper and deeper into the sadness, sometimes staying in beds for days at a time. Unmoving. And then one day she didn't get up.
And the once young and noble Knight was sad. And he quickly became an old and bitter man.
The oldest of the three children joined the Knighthood, only to be quickly joined by his youngest sister. They were both truly honorable, and happy with their new lives. Truth and Hope guide them as Sight does their youngest brother.
The youngest of the three was blessed by Sight and made their old father proud. Too proud. The rebellion of the youngest son hurt the father too much, and pride turned to hate. And mistrust. And the youngest son became so easy to blame for all the wrong in the father's life.
So one night, the youngest son left. That place was no longer his home.
