Spaceface Atticus Leslie "There's not much to me. I look at stars a lot." Appearance Don't look too hard now, you might not be able to look away. Full Name: Atticus Leslie Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 6' Weight: ~160 lbs Birthdate: 16th of Autumn, 500 AV (15 years old) Profession: Apprentice Astronomer Housing: Solar Winds Apartments Likes: Physics, Mathematics, Astronomical exploration Dislikes: Accidents, variables, omelettes (the eggs have a weird texture) Merits: Studious, kind, available Flaws: Distant, disconnected, somewhat elitist Fluent: Common Poor: N/A Basic: N/A Career: Mathematical and Visual Astronomy Hobby 1: Mathematics Hobby 2: N/A Atticus is of moderate height at the moment, and still growing. He has reached 6', which is a tad bit tall for his age, but his stomach and muscles have yet to catch up to the growth spurt. As a result, Atticus is somewhat gangly and lanky. His face is a tad bit oily and his forehead is spotted with acne, soon to be scars. His head it topped with a scraggly blonde-ish brown-ish mop, that more often than not spurts out in a gamut of directions. His eyes are a deep brown, the type that, from far away, seems nearly completely black, as if his pupils take up the majority of his irises. Atop those darkened eyes are bushes of hair. Not quite bushes, really, but thick and heavy all the same. Though they are heavy, they appear well kept, and are well separated across the bridge of his nose. His lips are often spread into a jolly little grin that many notice but few pay attention to. Personality Looks are only skin deep, look beyond the flesh. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. History Looks are only skin deep, look beyond the flesh. Ever since he was little, Atticus has loved the night sky. His eyes had always seemingly been glued to the stars. Fitting, then, that he had been born in Lhavit, the star of Kalea, but he did not know the extent of his luck. He adored and beloved the tiny specks of heavenly light above his head, bewildered and amazed by their very existence. Outside of his passion for astronomy, Atticus loved laughter, and he loved music. He loved the things that could inspire others just as astronomy had inspired him. Above all, he loved inspiring. Although, he readily admits he isn't all too good at either, but his lips are seemingly constantly pulled back into a smile, and he often walks while whistling or with a slight spring in his step, as if he is happy to be alive, as if he is happy to simply be in the situation he's in. Although he is a jolly fellow, he can also be rather sensitive, though he doesn't much care to tell many folks that. Over the years he has mastered a facade of perfect stoicism in situations of stress or disappointment, which are honestly few and far between. Atticus readily follows a philosophy of joy and of good will, which has done him good thus far. |