(No images exist; I lack the resources to get them on the computer, and I have not been deemed important enough to recieve one from a Moderator)
IDENTITY
Name: Maverick (Mav, to his friends or aquantinces)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Species: Homo Sapien Sapien (Germanic Descent)
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 128 lbs
Build: Tall and thin, but with wiry muscles, and surprising amounts of endurance.
General Features:
-Dirty Blond hair, and Blue Eyes
-Slightly depressed look, but stoic and unchanging
-Small, assorted scars throughout the body
-Has a slight slouch, quickly becomes apparent when he walks
-High reaction speed, but rarely shows it
PERSONAL EFFECTS
Clothing: Standard shirt and trousers, held up with a leather belt. The belt also has a short knife (about 8 in.) thrust into it. Over this goes a worn-out travelers cloak, with a hood that is ussualy over the head. The cloak falls down to about the knees, revealing leather boots. On the back is a short, recurve bow that fits into a small quiver, which holds 24 arrows. A statchel is slung over the left side, so as not to inhibit the drawing and firing of the bow.
Satchel: Journal, writing materials, a few assorted books (including On Flight: A Short Guide, and Cicero's On Duties), a small first-aid kit, and other assorted items, including a small vial of neurotoxin.
CHARACTER
Personality: Slightly depressed expression on his face, though is stoic, and doesn't express emotions well, or often. Pessimistic (you never get surprised), and thinks a lot. Is also a wishy-washy ascethetic.
Likes: Coldplay, weapons, shiny things, club-soda, Citrus, writing (and art in general), philosophy (Hobbes, Cicero, Machiavelli, Marcus Araileus), Honor, math, books, and zombies.
Dis-Likes: Hip-Hop, cheaters, bliss, ignorance, blissful ignorance, Ad-Hominem attacks, excessive whiners/complainers, clowns, lemons, haters, and trolls.
BACKGROUND
Occupation: Bard-***-writer, wanderer/traveler.
Hobbies: Jogging, writing, archery (shooting), reading.
Accomodation: Likes in a cave adapted for habitation in the waste around ArmorCity. Quaint, no?
Background: Wandered to AG from a place-need-not-be-named, and has setteled (permamently?) near ArmorCity. Strayed into the Forums, and with help from other AGer's, he began to refine his writing skills. Due to his choice of abode-location, he is also extremely adept with his bow. Is also obsessed with flight, and despite what others say, he believes its still possible...