Post by chriskid0225 on Jul 24, 2011 16:24:04 GMT -4
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The name is Fortis.
Others call me that hobo kid.
I have survived here for 12 years.
There's no doubt I am a boy.
My place in this world is a Nomad.
CLAIRVOYANT
A mortal with powers of extra-sensory perception
** User of the DARK element.
WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR...
With eyes darker than Axel's soul itself, they are the main reason most fear this wandering child. His skin is white like snow on a cold winter night. The bangs of his straight, black hair reaches the corners of his pale lips. The messy hair covers most of his bruised, skinny head from a lack of food. His clothes are tattered and torn, much like his lifestyle. He is unseen by many, but some say he's about five foot two. If anyone has ever seen his face, they'd say it would look indifferent and blank.
ABILITIES
- Sense auras
- Knows his surroundings
- Easy sense of danger
- Can blend into surroundings
- Agile
- Intelligent, clever
DISABILITIES
- Homeless
- Chronic anxiety disorder
- Weak
- Easily prone to migranes
MY OWN PERSON...
Although many believe he is a troublemaker, he is anonymously kind. He will go out of his way for others, if only he were around. His shy personality is why he lives away from civilization. Growing up with violent families gives him a sense of insecurity. He does, in fact, have a temper deeply hidden within. It takes quite a bit to show. Although he doesn't quite understand love yet, he unknowingly searches for it.
LIKES
- Being alone
- Music
- Building things
- Vanilla
- Sleep
DISLIKES
- People
- Light
- Adults
- Authority
- Violence
THE STORY OF MY PAST...
Abandoned at a young age, Fortis doesn't quite know his parents--his real parents, that is. He was lonesome ever since the age of 6, after being abused by different parents from different homes. The violence and neglect he has encountered gives him is why he prefers living away from civilization. He goes into town sometimes looking for food, or anything else he may need in his solitary area. He is a helpful, and likes to do kind favors for random people anonymously. He sometimes talks to people through notes, but avoids face-to-face contact.
SAMPLE OF THE WORKS...'\
The sound of a classic tune caught Fortis' ears as he entered town. It must be a harpsichord of some sort,he thought. As the sound grew closer, his curiousity became greater. He contemplated looking into the window where the sound had been coming from.
As he looked through the window, he saw a large old man with a goat-like beard. Suddenly, the music stopped, and the old man sprung around as if he knew Fortis was there.
EXTRAS...
Nothin.
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