Vladiron (shavynel)
Gender: 2
Race: Human
Height: 5'9"
Age: 24
Family: Lived once with brothers which numbered 3 others and 2 sisters as well though he seems to have lost track of their names and where they stand in his l
Animals: The only animal he has is a mare which is dusky and ugly grey in color. The only reason he could possibly go to battle and get out in one piece is because of her (not that he has been to any), if he could stay on.
Weapons: He's no great master when it comes to swords, bows, staffs, or whatever else that one might normally count on. When it comes to weapons he can handle nothing longer than his forearm (and sometimes he has trouble with that). He also has trouble remembering which side to stick towards the opponent and which end to hold so it is best for him to use a something which has two deadly sides or two safe sides. In result to all this, he tends to wield a strange disk looking object which has toothed edges or he wields the first stick he picks up off the ground (which really isn't all that great).
Personality: Vladiron tries to be a person who will impress his father though he no longer remembers who this man is. He tries hard to be something he could not possibly become as he was born a fool and doomed to be clumsy and "strange" all his life. He tends to forget things with ease even if they have been hammered within his head many times unless he sets his mind to remembering whatever it is for a number of days. This results in not memory, but a less chance of it being forgotten easily. His carelessness seemed to have been his doom, but many a time he has lucked out and, though he should have many times, has not died yet.
Appearance: Carelessness is like a light which he radiates. His hair is constantly in a mess and its natural color is unknown for it is covered in earthy colors from somewhere. His clothing does not seem nice and nor does it seem clean, but he lives life through anyways. His eyes were once of a dull blue, and that hasn't changed much though to those who pay attention, it seems that foolishness and carelessness gleam in them as well as a warning to those who meet him. There are many scars on him from the times he tried to learn to weild a weapon not fit for a person like him or got hold of something he shouldn't have ever touched.
History:
Once he was the first born of his family, whoever they were, and was heir to his father. But his foolish acts were too much for his mother to bare, let alone his father, and he seemed to drift away. When he came age that he could leave and “take care” of himself, he did so as he could not stand to live under those watchful eyes. He left the only weapon he learned to wield as it was an heirloom that he didn’t think he should have, a spear. Soon he forgot his skill with such things and became a resident of wherever he saw fit. Everything seemed to drift away from his mind as “mad” thoughts took over. He really is a kind man, he just has a mask of foolishness and carelessness over him he cannot take off.