Name: Zach Jarvla
Height: 5' 11"
Eye color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown with a tinge of black
Hair Stly: Messy
Age: 14
Clothing: Whatevery he can put on
Weaknesses: Being blind gives the impression that he is stupid
Strengths: The five senses, excluding sight, and fighting with a staff
Personality: Realy a genius, he has learned all the ups and downs of being blind, and is nice to everyone, especialy the 'outcasts' no matter what handicap they may have.
Bio:
Zach had grown up by himself for the most part, his mother dieing at birth and his dad in a vicious riot. He lived in a dark alleyway, wearing whatever clothing he could scavage, and lived a dangerous life, always hiding from thugs. A kind man taught him how to use a staff, and gace him his staff. It was made out of polished amber wood, great for both walking and in defence. It was five foot long, almost as tall as he himself, but with great training with a great mentor, he learned how to use it. Properly. And for the first time in his life, he wished he could see for one minute, to look upon the face of his mentor who had fed him, sheltered him, and taught him so many things.
The mentor, seemingly knowing his feeling, took his hand and placed it over his face, to study his face and create a picture in his mind. For one more day they were together, then the next day he mysteriously disappeared. Zach still remembers those teachings, and the mysterious mentor with no name, but didn't care if he could see or not, ever again.
Height: 5' 11"
Eye color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown with a tinge of black
Hair Stly: Messy
Age: 14
Clothing: Whatevery he can put on
Weaknesses: Being blind gives the impression that he is stupid
Strengths: The five senses, excluding sight, and fighting with a staff
Personality: Realy a genius, he has learned all the ups and downs of being blind, and is nice to everyone, especialy the 'outcasts' no matter what handicap they may have.
Bio:
Zach had grown up by himself for the most part, his mother dieing at birth and his dad in a vicious riot. He lived in a dark alleyway, wearing whatever clothing he could scavage, and lived a dangerous life, always hiding from thugs. A kind man taught him how to use a staff, and gace him his staff. It was made out of polished amber wood, great for both walking and in defence. It was five foot long, almost as tall as he himself, but with great training with a great mentor, he learned how to use it. Properly. And for the first time in his life, he wished he could see for one minute, to look upon the face of his mentor who had fed him, sheltered him, and taught him so many things.
The mentor, seemingly knowing his feeling, took his hand and placed it over his face, to study his face and create a picture in his mind. For one more day they were together, then the next day he mysteriously disappeared. Zach still remembers those teachings, and the mysterious mentor with no name, but didn't care if he could see or not, ever again.
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