Jarnt
04-21-2008, 12:53 PM
-Leofer Bestul-
Age: Age appearance – 17 / Actual age – 103
Persona:
Neither a simpleton nor a psychopath, Leofer is more of a friendly laid-back dreamer, always wanting to make the most of every situation. In any situation, good or bad, he loves to crack off a joke to break the ice, perhaps to help ease everyone else’s anxiety at the same time. Easy to get along with he would naïvely accept everyone one he met as a friend, of course because of how he acts people may make him out to be quite egoistic, strange and possibly even idiotic. He enjoys having people around, being more of a people person he refuses to spend to much time on his own, yet all this is so different to Leofer’s harsher side, while fighting he sometimes bares a tainted smile, almost as if he was a sadist. However, in reality, this is because Leofer is one hell of an adrenaline junkie; having carnal instincts while fighting, he acts as if he is nothing less then a drug-addicted freak. Because of his laid-back nature, he cares little for the world around him, though he would never turn his back on someone who wished for a little help. He believes greatly in equality, meaning if someone was to give him trouble, if would feel inclined to give just as much back, it is very rarely he would be the one to throw the first punch. A downside to Leofer would be his horrible habit of smoking excessively, a trait he picked up from his deceased father. Now at first appearance, many wouldn’t expect Leofer to be that intelligent, he actually prefers it that way as it prevents unwanted attention, however in actual fact, he’s is quite the tactical genius, always thinking thoroughly yet extremely quickly before making a decision, though he is still far from being perfect as he still lacks experience on such things.
Physical Stature:
Leofer as many males are, is both slim yet still bares quite toned muscles, his body itself has nothing very defining, only a black jagged tattoo descending his right arm, looking much like a pattern of black flame flowing down his arm. Now his more defining features would be in his face and hair, mid length jet-black hair, darker then the nights that pass, this gives him a rather mysterious presence at first glance, perhaps even unpredictable. Both feathery and silky, his hair would be one of his more charming aspects, yet the unique part of his body would have to be his eyes. Bright emerald eyes that hold a foggy, misty gaze, there glance seems to hide his actions, making him appear more complex and maybe even odd. The rest of his body is quite common in terms of looks, slender fingers that are usually located in the depths of his pockets, long legs maybe making him a little taller than the average person, around 6'0'' in height to be exact. Usually if not always wearing black clothing of the exact same color his hair is. Balancing the black with a small hint of another color is how he goes with things, mostly reds, greens and blues perhaps white if it is a special occasion.
Biography:
Laid back, easy living is all Leofer knew while still human, there was little to take seriously; simply living life killing time was a blessing in his eyes. Maybe in reality, his life was filled with nothing more then boredom, that was of course until he saw the grotesque gullet of a rather grumpy hollow. He had already accepted his unavoidable doom; the last thing he wanted was some kind of cliché reminiscence, as the hollow brought down its jaw, carving into Leofer’s shoulder, there was an explosion of reiatsu…the result was interesting. The reiatsu engulfed the hollow, consuming it leaving nothing behind, afterwards Leofer only felt the sensation of something plastered against his face, before shattering after the emerald green, misty burst of cloud dispersed. Leofer lay confused, drained and sleepy. Falling unconscious, left laying in the middle of the deserted street, Leofer slept, left to ponder subconsciously in the deep abyss of his mind.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Leofer awoke in bizarre place, the army of masks, the vizards; people with the mysterious power and abilities of a hollow. Of course, Leofer found the whole scenario hilarious, unbelievable and completely insane, who would believe in things such as hollows and weapon wielding death gods? However, he was in a place filled with breathtaking truths, it wasn’t long before he had no choice but to believe in what it was he saw, especially when he himself was a Vizard. His altered life style was now full of oddities, impossibilities and undeniable truths; the more he tried to deny it the greater his urge to believe grew. After numerous days, he came to a decision, to take it as it came without bothering to argue, the simple less irritating way to deal with everything. His attitude had not changed in the slightest, in fact the situation only made him reek of even more sarcasm.
Age: Age appearance – 17 / Actual age – 103
Persona:
Neither a simpleton nor a psychopath, Leofer is more of a friendly laid-back dreamer, always wanting to make the most of every situation. In any situation, good or bad, he loves to crack off a joke to break the ice, perhaps to help ease everyone else’s anxiety at the same time. Easy to get along with he would naïvely accept everyone one he met as a friend, of course because of how he acts people may make him out to be quite egoistic, strange and possibly even idiotic. He enjoys having people around, being more of a people person he refuses to spend to much time on his own, yet all this is so different to Leofer’s harsher side, while fighting he sometimes bares a tainted smile, almost as if he was a sadist. However, in reality, this is because Leofer is one hell of an adrenaline junkie; having carnal instincts while fighting, he acts as if he is nothing less then a drug-addicted freak. Because of his laid-back nature, he cares little for the world around him, though he would never turn his back on someone who wished for a little help. He believes greatly in equality, meaning if someone was to give him trouble, if would feel inclined to give just as much back, it is very rarely he would be the one to throw the first punch. A downside to Leofer would be his horrible habit of smoking excessively, a trait he picked up from his deceased father. Now at first appearance, many wouldn’t expect Leofer to be that intelligent, he actually prefers it that way as it prevents unwanted attention, however in actual fact, he’s is quite the tactical genius, always thinking thoroughly yet extremely quickly before making a decision, though he is still far from being perfect as he still lacks experience on such things.
Physical Stature:
Leofer as many males are, is both slim yet still bares quite toned muscles, his body itself has nothing very defining, only a black jagged tattoo descending his right arm, looking much like a pattern of black flame flowing down his arm. Now his more defining features would be in his face and hair, mid length jet-black hair, darker then the nights that pass, this gives him a rather mysterious presence at first glance, perhaps even unpredictable. Both feathery and silky, his hair would be one of his more charming aspects, yet the unique part of his body would have to be his eyes. Bright emerald eyes that hold a foggy, misty gaze, there glance seems to hide his actions, making him appear more complex and maybe even odd. The rest of his body is quite common in terms of looks, slender fingers that are usually located in the depths of his pockets, long legs maybe making him a little taller than the average person, around 6'0'' in height to be exact. Usually if not always wearing black clothing of the exact same color his hair is. Balancing the black with a small hint of another color is how he goes with things, mostly reds, greens and blues perhaps white if it is a special occasion.
Biography:
Laid back, easy living is all Leofer knew while still human, there was little to take seriously; simply living life killing time was a blessing in his eyes. Maybe in reality, his life was filled with nothing more then boredom, that was of course until he saw the grotesque gullet of a rather grumpy hollow. He had already accepted his unavoidable doom; the last thing he wanted was some kind of cliché reminiscence, as the hollow brought down its jaw, carving into Leofer’s shoulder, there was an explosion of reiatsu…the result was interesting. The reiatsu engulfed the hollow, consuming it leaving nothing behind, afterwards Leofer only felt the sensation of something plastered against his face, before shattering after the emerald green, misty burst of cloud dispersed. Leofer lay confused, drained and sleepy. Falling unconscious, left laying in the middle of the deserted street, Leofer slept, left to ponder subconsciously in the deep abyss of his mind.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Leofer awoke in bizarre place, the army of masks, the vizards; people with the mysterious power and abilities of a hollow. Of course, Leofer found the whole scenario hilarious, unbelievable and completely insane, who would believe in things such as hollows and weapon wielding death gods? However, he was in a place filled with breathtaking truths, it wasn’t long before he had no choice but to believe in what it was he saw, especially when he himself was a Vizard. His altered life style was now full of oddities, impossibilities and undeniable truths; the more he tried to deny it the greater his urge to believe grew. After numerous days, he came to a decision, to take it as it came without bothering to argue, the simple less irritating way to deal with everything. His attitude had not changed in the slightest, in fact the situation only made him reek of even more sarcasm.