Post by Raferties on Sept 24, 2019 6:13:49 GMT
Name: Mute
Species: Elf* + Dog
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Appearance: He stands at 6'7" without shoes. In lacking those, it is most notable that his furry gray legs resemble that of a canine. Those nails aren't trimmed, so they click on hard surfaces. Unmatching are the clawed hands, which have much larger nails. His hands from the fingers turn from a thin-furred black, to a slightly less thin-furred gray. From the wrist, his humanoid skin color can be seen as an oddly pale green.
Small pointed dog ears poke out from his short white hair, which doesn't reflect his age. Mute is a young adult, reaching into what looks like his twenties. Also white is his fluffy tail until it reaches the tip, a shiny black. Underneath is a gray matching that on his legs. The eyes are blackness with a deep red iris.
The most noticeable feature is currently the smell. Mute doesn't just stink. His odor has enough power to cover up every air freshener that someone could possibly plug into their home. Along with this smell is a lack of care for his clothing. Mute's black pants and gray shirt are torn. He wears them endlessly, and the only strangely unruined item is the bright red scarf that covers his mouth and neck.
Personality: If you haven't noticed, this creature lacks a voice. He is also quiet in nature, minding his own business most of the time. He likes people, wishing that someone would speak to him sometime rather than look repulsed by his presence. All the bad looks have given him is thick skin. Insults don't bother him much. If a person mentions his smell, however, he tends to be oblivious.
Mute is also shameless when it comes to sitting down in the middle of everyone and using his foot to scratch. He can be polite, but forgets at times.
Creatures or people who are kind become special. They don't even have to be too close. He remembers them, and those who push him too far. It takes a lot, but if someone does, he won't hesitate to show it. He can write out what he wants to say with a sharp tongue. When handling casual notes, as in transactions, he tends to use pictures drawn on paper with a pen that has mysteriously never run out of ink.
Mute is almost never violent, but like most others, his tolerance isn't saintly. sometimes he doesn't take much to anger, but always uses violence as a last resort. He doesn't have anything against it, but he would rather keep that scarf right where it is.
History: Mute doesn't remember his past too consciously, but his talents do show through. He once wrote in delicate sentences, spinning tales to enchant the young and old alike. He draws simple pictures with great clarity, revealing his use of pictures in story-telling as well.
His obvious covering hides something ugly, from which a stench of decay casually pours from. The rest of the smell comes from a lack of bathing. He somehow forgot it in the fusion of man and animal. His strangely human, yet inhuman traits give away that he is indeed part of a race of people lightyears, maybe dimensions away.
His dog side was actually crafted from a lazy shepherd, and attached to him as a curse, not that Mute can remember when he wronged anyone. Wandering his own world, he was insulted and exiled from all types of Elven lands.
He does remember what has happened to wound him so badly, but lacks the will, ability, and knowledge to repair the damage. The injury happened during an unsuccessful hunt. He aimed to kill a rabbit with his arrow, not realizing that another creature waited behind him. The attack left him with a nasty bite to his throat that was left to become infected.
Powers: He doesn't know of any yet, except for that he's an excellent shot with a bow.
*The type of Elf is unknown.
Species: Elf* + Dog
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Appearance: He stands at 6'7" without shoes. In lacking those, it is most notable that his furry gray legs resemble that of a canine. Those nails aren't trimmed, so they click on hard surfaces. Unmatching are the clawed hands, which have much larger nails. His hands from the fingers turn from a thin-furred black, to a slightly less thin-furred gray. From the wrist, his humanoid skin color can be seen as an oddly pale green.
Small pointed dog ears poke out from his short white hair, which doesn't reflect his age. Mute is a young adult, reaching into what looks like his twenties. Also white is his fluffy tail until it reaches the tip, a shiny black. Underneath is a gray matching that on his legs. The eyes are blackness with a deep red iris.
The most noticeable feature is currently the smell. Mute doesn't just stink. His odor has enough power to cover up every air freshener that someone could possibly plug into their home. Along with this smell is a lack of care for his clothing. Mute's black pants and gray shirt are torn. He wears them endlessly, and the only strangely unruined item is the bright red scarf that covers his mouth and neck.
Personality: If you haven't noticed, this creature lacks a voice. He is also quiet in nature, minding his own business most of the time. He likes people, wishing that someone would speak to him sometime rather than look repulsed by his presence. All the bad looks have given him is thick skin. Insults don't bother him much. If a person mentions his smell, however, he tends to be oblivious.
Mute is also shameless when it comes to sitting down in the middle of everyone and using his foot to scratch. He can be polite, but forgets at times.
Creatures or people who are kind become special. They don't even have to be too close. He remembers them, and those who push him too far. It takes a lot, but if someone does, he won't hesitate to show it. He can write out what he wants to say with a sharp tongue. When handling casual notes, as in transactions, he tends to use pictures drawn on paper with a pen that has mysteriously never run out of ink.
Mute is almost never violent, but like most others, his tolerance isn't saintly. sometimes he doesn't take much to anger, but always uses violence as a last resort. He doesn't have anything against it, but he would rather keep that scarf right where it is.
History: Mute doesn't remember his past too consciously, but his talents do show through. He once wrote in delicate sentences, spinning tales to enchant the young and old alike. He draws simple pictures with great clarity, revealing his use of pictures in story-telling as well.
His obvious covering hides something ugly, from which a stench of decay casually pours from. The rest of the smell comes from a lack of bathing. He somehow forgot it in the fusion of man and animal. His strangely human, yet inhuman traits give away that he is indeed part of a race of people lightyears, maybe dimensions away.
His dog side was actually crafted from a lazy shepherd, and attached to him as a curse, not that Mute can remember when he wronged anyone. Wandering his own world, he was insulted and exiled from all types of Elven lands.
He does remember what has happened to wound him so badly, but lacks the will, ability, and knowledge to repair the damage. The injury happened during an unsuccessful hunt. He aimed to kill a rabbit with his arrow, not realizing that another creature waited behind him. The attack left him with a nasty bite to his throat that was left to become infected.
Powers: He doesn't know of any yet, except for that he's an excellent shot with a bow.
*The type of Elf is unknown.
