Soren Iyasu
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Soren Iyasu
"A Grand Echo"
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■ BIRTH NAME... Soren Hawthorne Iyasu. ■ RACE & CLAN... Hyur, Midlander. ■ GENDER... Male. ■ AGE & NAMEDAY... Twenty-nine, Twenty-second Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon. ■ ORIENTATION... Paansexual. ■ MARITAL STATUS... Engaged to Gracie Singer. |
■ TRIBE... N/A. ■ CURRENT RESIDENCE... Sharing a room with his fiance. ■ OCCUPATION... Mercenary, Special Tactics member in the Aethertide Ventures. ■ PATRON DEITY... N/A. ■ HEIGHT & WEIGHT... Around six fulms tall, and one-hundred and fifty ponze. ■ ALIGNMENT... Chaotic Neutral. |
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Soren was the sort of person that would laugh at you first, before even bothering to have a serious conversation. His tone always bounced around and trickled in the air like a song, likely due to his brief stint as a minstrel and writer. His words either took on a prose that was simple, or eloquent, based on the situation. Word choice was always important, and that was one of his better skills, being able to talk. Though with the ability to talk, he was also good at talking himself into a corner with particularly witty individuals, due to his overt confidence. Despite this however, he still kept a choco-dropping eating grin on his face, and rarely did he lose it, even if he was losing a game of wordplay. Though when backed into the corner, he was quick to leave and run from a situation if it didn't look in his favor, a natural instinct of his, that got him in more than a bit of trouble. Though, his eyes seemed to always be on the look-out for mischief.
A P P E A R A N C E
While not the most intimidating sort, the blazing red that he called hair mixed with the ambers almost constantly glimmering with mirth told the tale of an easygoing and rather happy-go-lucky individual. His face now was clean of blemishes, and he adorned a simple pair of glasses at almost all times, lips almost always curled in a big ol' smirk. If he were to be seen shirtless, or in one of his many shirts that showed off some form of skin, his collarbone held a few bruises and remnants of small little digs of nails, the back of his neck also adorned with the scratching of nails, and based on the angle, these were self-inflicted. Upon the right side of his chest marked an L, sliced slowly with the tip of what would seem to be a dagger, and a tri-clawed scar across the right side of his ribs. Last, but not least, there was the marking of a bullet-wound, a scar long forgotten, that pierced his hip. Throughout his whole body however, his musculature remained toned, but not overtly, and belied that fact that he looked physically weak, in comparison to the bulkier beings out there. Overall, he was a lithe figure, body built more for speed than heavy hits, with a few scars here and there to keep reminders of.
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R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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R U M O R S
Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under the Player Character category! ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely!
◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!
◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!
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. ◢ Player Character Rumors - Feel free to add rumors of your own!
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S T O R I E S
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M U S I C
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RP Info
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