Ninus Aurellius Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 25 Birthday: 15, Autumn, 487. Birthplace: Syliras Mother/Father: Unknown, name self-made. Occupation: Poisoner Sexual Orientation: Homosexual ![]()
Appearance: Ninus is a playful looking creature despite his distasteful occupation. His eyes are a deep, dark black with long lashes, and always seem to have a mocking light to them regardless of his emotions. His face is long and delicately boned, his nose slender and ever so slightly aquiline. His cheekbones are high, giving him the impression of constant mirth and mockery. Ninus’ body is skinny and spidery, his limbs long and dexterous. His hands have extraordinarily long fingers, as if born to become a pickpocket, and are well suited to distilling the various poisons he uses in his trade. Of course, these fingers are stained various shades of black, brown and green from distilling said poisons. His hair is hacked short and hangs over one eye, terrifyingly straight as if he has sat in a corner for hours and raked a comb through it. Scars mar his skin from painstakingly slow applications of his newest poisons in minute amounts. This gives him a resistance to most common poisons, though it has affected his mind. Character Concept Ninus is an arrogant, intelligent killer given to wild flights of impulsive fancy. He fancies himself the lord of the underground, sitting atop a veritable empire of poisons. His grandiose visions couldn’t be further from the truth, however, and his drive to make that dream a reality is slowly edging him toward madness. He is far too used to the concept of death, testing his poisons on rats and the poor he knows won’t be missed. His complete lack of morals and utter focus towards accomplishing his desires have made him a brilliant, yet single minded individual. He prefers the darkness of the sewers, giving him quite the easy system of travel. He believes he can speak to the rats he shares his living space with, though it’s hard to tell whether he can actually find out information about his clients from the animals or if he’s finally gone round the bend. |