Oohbobo
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Gender | Male |
Race | Miqote |
Clan | Seeker |
Citizenship | Ul' Dah |
Age | 23 |
Marital Status | Single |
Occupation | Opportunist |
Height/Weight | |
Orientation | Straight |
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So you wanna know more about O huh?
Contents
Basic Info
What is there to be said about O? He's a good hearted guy who works hard and tries his best to stay out of trouble. He can be seen running around the Quicksand trying to spark up a conversation and educate himself on what he can. Most recently he's trying to understand the Au Ra race. He's charismatic and often too thoughtful. Though not all his time is fun and games. He spends a lot of time fighting and training. This is one of his secrets but a beloved hobby nonetheless, that has him sneaking away to devote time to. Why is it a secret? Well the answer obviously wouldn't be on this wiki page would it?
O is more profound for his militant background. After recent injury to the the skull, he's taking a bit a turn for the worst. Yet it has not deterred him from pushing forward. Further back, in his youth, his quick adaptability and willingness to impress people he looked up to, got him involved with underground fighting ring. More recent, he owes them quite a bit of gil for losing a fight.
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Appearance & Personality
Appearance:
Beads of sweat roll from his tight skin. The years in the sun apparently did nothing to pigment the light shade yet the skin the clung to his muscles were rough. Years of of hard labor and consist training, had built a callus to endure the hardship and strain. His fingers and palm were often dry, a texture of sandpaper which he often hid behind gloves. O stands tall, probably one of the tallest Seekers around one would say. His voice is deep and matured, a tone even he finds a bit too intimating at times.
"1,2,1,2,1,2."
He grunted as his knuckles hit against the striking dummy. His tail was long but tipped, not fluffy or puffy. There were scars all over his body, nothing too big or alarming, just enough for anyone who'd notice to assume he's been around the block once or twice. Notably, the scar on his face was delivered to him for losing a fight. A lesson he learned the hard way. Along with that scar, his left ear is clipped which he uses his hair to often cover up.
"Ah.."
Lungs fully expanded, his muscular chest heaved. Green eyes squint as the sun rays beat down on the Seeker. His knuckles were bruised, ached and bleed behind the bandages.
"Just a little more O."
Personality:
O is into light hearted humor. He enjoys the brighter side to things and often tries to lift the moral of those around him. At times he feels that its unwanted but he is a persistent and determined young man. Commonly, he his apologetic and thoughtful, especially with the ladies. His mother bought him up to treat women with respect and now he does all he can to keep his manners. Even if it makes him annoying. O has a difficult time seeing the bare skin of women, not that he does not enjoy it but because its not his place to do so, at least with random women. He gets nervous or anxious, its often shown through the movement of his tail.
Other then martial arts, O has practice with drawing, singing, and sculpting. He has become very useful with his hands, believing that controlling the strengths and weaknesses of all practices will make him a better fighter.
He will almost always believe in the good in people but he is no hero. He treasures his life and will avoid conflicts that aren't his own. If in ever real danger or serious conditions, the light-hearted Seeker seemingly morphs into a solider.
Notable Encounters
Recent
Maxwell Elasse reflexively leans back as he leans in, choking on her words before she could even attempt to retaliate. Upon further inspection of that "cute" face, the claw marks etched deeply into her skin, though parts had softened some throughout the years. Some freak accident, perhaps? Not knowing what to say, and instead of speaking aloud, her hand darts for the male's mask, attempting to grab and yank it from his face.
Random! Maxwell Elasse rolls a 842.
Random! You roll a 91.
Tesla'o Ohbobo He had told her of her appealing features, based on her scars and all. He wasn't blind. But just blind enough to be unable to see her go for his mask. "Oi!" He didn't resist, why would he? He starred at her for a moment and then...He held onto his face screaming. "It burns!" He was kidding...Rolling onto his knees pretending to be in pain.
Moments Later...
Ranirus Crithalos stared at the other with an unblinking, cold gaze. His eyes were lined with darkened hues, clear signs of sleep-depravity. "Why is.. your face is veiled." He hissed, teeth tempted to be bared.
You gaze upon Ranirus Crithalos in deep reflection.
Tesla'o Ohbobo: "To keep me out of trouble."
Ranirus Crithalos: Remove the veil. You are warned.
Tesla'o Ohbobo He didn't shift, not even spooked, but sure enough he didn't want to get into anymore trouble then he was already in. "Alright, alright." The was removed just like any other item with ease.
Some Time Ago...
Did this even happen?
Employment
O is always looking for work.
He's currently the house keeper of an inn located in Lavender Beds. He is also working for the Flames. Doing what? You go ask him.
Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under "PC"! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)
◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)
◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)
◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players)
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