Name: Givenchy Stormcrow
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: Library skulker
Personality: In a perpetual state of intellectual drunkeness, Givenchy certainly doesn't miss the world he left behind (that is, the world of reality). His head is always in the clouds, and so nothing bothers him, at least not as much as most people. The burning of his home bothered him, for instance, but it was soon forgotten. He really is a sweet guy, though his forever "airheadedness" and flowery phrases might annoy some. He also enjoys philosophizing (sp?) for hours on end and contemplating the mysteries of the earth. His eyes are normally vacant, staring into some dream world only he can see, but when he does truly focus on someone, his eyes burn with such an intensity that the person usually has to look away.
Appearance: Stringy black hair, just past his chin, pale skin (though not sickly), and dark circles around his brown eyes. He stand about 5'10", but looks taller because he's so skinny and lanky, though his shoulders are constantly hunched. His lips are pale and thin as well. He wears a dark green trench-like coat with the collar turned up, a complimentary green tunic with a brown belt and brown pants. He has normal, worn, peasant boots. Givenchy carries no weapon and wouldn't know how to use one if he had it. He has no facial hair, odd, considering no one has ever seen him care about shaving.
History: Born the younger son by thirteen months, Givenchy is the second of five children. His elder brother Mikel has constantly looked out for his younger brother, from bullies when they were young and now from the undead armies that attacked their home. Givenchy lived with his elder brother, two sisters, baby brother and parents in a small village about thirty miles from Luben. But the armies of the undead attacked on their way to Luben and Givenchy's family barely escaped with their lives. They now reside in Luben until the siege is over and they can return home.
Givenchy met Robert seven years ago when the bard saved him from falling in a well. As usual, Givenchy had been walking with his head in the clouds instead of watching where he was going. As thanks, the boy's family hosted the bard in their home, and he charmed the entire village two days later when he performed at their annual harvest festival. Hard as it is for anyone to make friends with the odd boy, Robert still managed, impressed with the boy's depth.
Talents: Deep thoughts, able to understand many metaphors and flowery poetical (
) speeches that others can't. Able to think for days on a single subject... not very good for him personally, but it's great if someone really needs something solved.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: Library skulker
Personality: In a perpetual state of intellectual drunkeness, Givenchy certainly doesn't miss the world he left behind (that is, the world of reality). His head is always in the clouds, and so nothing bothers him, at least not as much as most people. The burning of his home bothered him, for instance, but it was soon forgotten. He really is a sweet guy, though his forever "airheadedness" and flowery phrases might annoy some. He also enjoys philosophizing (sp?) for hours on end and contemplating the mysteries of the earth. His eyes are normally vacant, staring into some dream world only he can see, but when he does truly focus on someone, his eyes burn with such an intensity that the person usually has to look away.
Appearance: Stringy black hair, just past his chin, pale skin (though not sickly), and dark circles around his brown eyes. He stand about 5'10", but looks taller because he's so skinny and lanky, though his shoulders are constantly hunched. His lips are pale and thin as well. He wears a dark green trench-like coat with the collar turned up, a complimentary green tunic with a brown belt and brown pants. He has normal, worn, peasant boots. Givenchy carries no weapon and wouldn't know how to use one if he had it. He has no facial hair, odd, considering no one has ever seen him care about shaving.
History: Born the younger son by thirteen months, Givenchy is the second of five children. His elder brother Mikel has constantly looked out for his younger brother, from bullies when they were young and now from the undead armies that attacked their home. Givenchy lived with his elder brother, two sisters, baby brother and parents in a small village about thirty miles from Luben. But the armies of the undead attacked on their way to Luben and Givenchy's family barely escaped with their lives. They now reside in Luben until the siege is over and they can return home.
Givenchy met Robert seven years ago when the bard saved him from falling in a well. As usual, Givenchy had been walking with his head in the clouds instead of watching where he was going. As thanks, the boy's family hosted the bard in their home, and he charmed the entire village two days later when he performed at their annual harvest festival. Hard as it is for anyone to make friends with the odd boy, Robert still managed, impressed with the boy's depth.
Talents: Deep thoughts, able to understand many metaphors and flowery poetical (
) speeches that others can't. Able to think for days on a single subject... not very good for him personally, but it's great if someone really needs something solved.
