Dino
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Name: Raidain Tisea
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Spark: No
Appearance: Stands at around 6'5 and weighs about 13.7 stone. He has broad shoulders, and a rough and jagged face.He has large eye brows, His eyes are a dark brown his hair long and black, it tends to cover his eyes but not enough to hide his eyes from view. He has a tattoo of a fishing hook on his left wrist, Normally has large bags under his eyes and normally has a worn out expression on his face.
Personal Effects: Always has a green piece of fabric wrapped around his right wrist, Carries a switch blade on him at most times which he normally keeps in his left pocket. Tends to wear a black t-shirt covered by a jacket with blue trousers, he has a slight beard on his face barely. He always keep a pair of sun glass in his free pocket for when the light gets in his eyes during fishing.
Background: Born in Fisherman's Horizon Raidain had been brought up by his mother, he'd never known his Dad and his Mum would never talk about it, he guessed it was a sensitive area she didn't want to go back into. Just when he was a young lad his mum had taught him how to fish so they could get in some more money to buy food and clothing, he'd got the knack of it quite quickly and soon become fond of the whole idea of waking up to the smell of salt water at 6 AM. He'd made quite a profit everyday at market making his daily catches, the local men had been surprised for someone of his age to be catching so much and that was when he was only ten. When he was around 21 his mum had passed away, died in the midst of night from old age. Then he'd just been on his own, not that he didn't mind that. He liked to be alone, it was comforting to him, Whenever he'd fished he'd been alone so it felt perfectly normal to him. he'd kept getting better at fishing each day, it was his passion really, it was all he knew. People asked how he did so well, he just said it came from the heart. He'd even started giving out lessons for a small fee, you'd of never of thought you could make that much money by being able to throw a line out into the water and wait for something to bite onto it. Life had been going just fine for him, that was until he reached the age of 35 and then the flash came, nothing was the same after that, not even the fishes...
(Posted in waiting for Slots to open up)
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Spark: No
Appearance: Stands at around 6'5 and weighs about 13.7 stone. He has broad shoulders, and a rough and jagged face.He has large eye brows, His eyes are a dark brown his hair long and black, it tends to cover his eyes but not enough to hide his eyes from view. He has a tattoo of a fishing hook on his left wrist, Normally has large bags under his eyes and normally has a worn out expression on his face.
Personal Effects: Always has a green piece of fabric wrapped around his right wrist, Carries a switch blade on him at most times which he normally keeps in his left pocket. Tends to wear a black t-shirt covered by a jacket with blue trousers, he has a slight beard on his face barely. He always keep a pair of sun glass in his free pocket for when the light gets in his eyes during fishing.
Background: Born in Fisherman's Horizon Raidain had been brought up by his mother, he'd never known his Dad and his Mum would never talk about it, he guessed it was a sensitive area she didn't want to go back into. Just when he was a young lad his mum had taught him how to fish so they could get in some more money to buy food and clothing, he'd got the knack of it quite quickly and soon become fond of the whole idea of waking up to the smell of salt water at 6 AM. He'd made quite a profit everyday at market making his daily catches, the local men had been surprised for someone of his age to be catching so much and that was when he was only ten. When he was around 21 his mum had passed away, died in the midst of night from old age. Then he'd just been on his own, not that he didn't mind that. He liked to be alone, it was comforting to him, Whenever he'd fished he'd been alone so it felt perfectly normal to him. he'd kept getting better at fishing each day, it was his passion really, it was all he knew. People asked how he did so well, he just said it came from the heart. He'd even started giving out lessons for a small fee, you'd of never of thought you could make that much money by being able to throw a line out into the water and wait for something to bite onto it. Life had been going just fine for him, that was until he reached the age of 35 and then the flash came, nothing was the same after that, not even the fishes...
(Posted in waiting for Slots to open up)
