Description
Here stands a small, slender being with long flowing blonde hair and very
pale skin. His wide, light blue eyes seem to gaze out at the world with a
wonder and awe. The tips of his pointed ears protrude slightly from under his
cascade of golden hair, clearly making his elven heritage. The pouches,
scroll cases and magical runes embroidered on his clothing mark his
profession as a scholar or a mage. His disheveled appearance and the dirt
under his nails is the only unkempt thing about this being.
Role
The beginning
Added Tue Feb 13 09:04:02 2007 at level 50:
"Neikulous! Watch that filthy mouth of yours or I'll wash it out with soap;role + again"!
It was always the same. He'd open his mouth and that wretched woman would
yell at him for what came out of it. Not that Neikulous didn't love his
mother and cherish the rest of his family, but his mother was very
restrictive. Constantly telling him to act more like his brothers and
sisters, always on him for proper language and hygeine. Neikulous wasn't
unwashed by any means, but he LOVED playing in the dirt and feeling the soft
rich soil of his homeland between his fingers. He would spend days at a time
lost in thought, laying in a field of grass with only the sky above, the
earth below and the animals in between for company.
Less and less time he'd spend back at his families treetop home. At first it
was hours late coming home, soon it graduated into being gone for days at a
time. First he was scolded, eventually this became beltings at the hands of
his loving but stern father. Finally his parents just gave up and welcomed
their son home with open arms on the infrequent times when he came home.
More and more time was spent with the soil between his fingers, sleeping with
his head pillowed on the haunch of a wild dog, eating whatever he could
forage for, and breathing the cool clean air of freedom. As time passed,
Neikulous started going home perhaps once a year for a few days. Eventually
he just stopped going home, following only the siren call of the wilds.