Gender:

Cisgender male

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Age:

24

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Species:

Mostly human. Suspected faun heritage.

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Special Abilities:

Harlow has an unusual affinity for music. There isn’t any instrument he can’t play. He is particularly talented on the mandolin and pipes, a reed-like wooden instrument. His music has a certain manipulative quality, owing to his lineage. Listeners may find themselves enchanted, relaxed or agitated as he plays, depending on Harlow’s intentions.

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Notable Skills:

Harlow has a great love for the stars, and has spent many nights gazing at them. This has led to an unintentional study of their patterns and movements. As such, he’s developed a rudimentary but reliable navigational skill. He can navigate by starlight if that’s all he has.

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Appearance:

Medieval version likely not coming to a store near you.

Character belongs to me, being used AU for this roleplay. Credits to Rorororrr @DA for design

Harlow is of an average height, standing at about 5’10. His build is notably lean, owing to infrequent periods of malnutrition throughout his life, which gives him an almost scrawny appearance. His slenderness is a soft one, not owing to any sort of athletic ability or appearance. Despite this, his shoulders are broad and he has some minor muscle definition throughout his body.

Harlow’s hair is an inky black and simply refuses to lay flat, no matter the potion or concoction he uses on it to attempt just that. The perpetually messy hair is often falling into his eyes, which are a clear blue. His lips are thin and ill-defined, and he has an angular, square-shaped face. Harlow is fair-skinned, burning so easily that he prefers to keep out of direct sunlight whenever possible. His complexion is pale to the point that even a minor amount of exercise will result in a noticeable flush.

Most notably, Harlow has a series of elaborate tattoos on the left side of his body. These stay largely covered most of the time, often hidden by a riding cloak, his tunic, or various instruments straps. The tattoos are sharp, swirling designs of an unknown meaning. As for their origin, mum’s the word.

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Character overview:

A charming, eccentric young man who spends a great deal of time composing. When not entertaining others or enchanting coins out of pockets, he has a great fondness for the road and traveling.

Personality:

Harlow has an enthusiasm for life that is rarely diminished or daunted. Unless something catastrophic has occurred, such as a deadly plague, he is typically in a good mood, a beam of idealism. Music especially helps bolster this persistent optimism, which is one of the reasons Harlow surrounds himself with it. He has a great deal of energy, often channelling its excess into dancing, singing or composing in whichever town or decrepit inn he finds himself in. Others might consider him to be a bit odd, as he isn’t the best at picking up social clues. He can jabber and yammer and gab with the best of them, without ever realizing that he’s being annoying and his unwilling audience wants him to stop. He also lacks stoicism and sobriety, and struggles to take things seriously even when a situation calls for it.

Harlow is outgoing, often to the point of being ostentatious, and considers himself quite the charmer. Much of this is tied to the natural, unaffected charisma his playing possesses. Folks tend to gravitate towards his music, and him as a result. In short, he views the world through rose-colored glasses, thinking things are better than they actually are - including himself. Likewise, he’s afflicted with a healthy bout of naivety about a great many things. He’s also a born pacifist, despising violence of any kind, and can lean towards the petulant side if conflict, especially the interpersonal kind, arise.

Harlow does have an off button - he just keeps it well hidden. While the upbeat attitude and jubilance are an integral part of who he is, they’ve also become a crutch for him, a way to keep people at arm’s length. Harlow’s bubbliness is a thinly-veiled wall to keep others out. Though he’s a sincere spirit and would be an earnest friend, he struggles to form deep bonds or reciprocate real friendship. Thus, much of what he reveals about himself is surface-level, and he treasures the few close friendships he has formed dearly.

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Backstory:

Recently arrived in the kingdom (city?) looking for work as a bard.

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Romantic Preference:

gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight

He's gay.

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Open for relationships:

Go for it.

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Other:

« Michael Amante »

Masculine | 15 Years | Shape-Shifter | Bard

Species:

Shape-Shifter
mainly sticks to a humanoid form with goat legs, goat ears, and curved horns.

Special Abilities:

Can seem to speak to plants and urge them to grow, though they don't always listen. Also is a shape-shifter

Notable Skills:

He has good agility and climbing skills. Michael is also good at regulating his body's tempurature. His ability to tell plants apart is sort of a given considering he can speak to them. He's also rather fast.

(Preferred Weapon(s): bare fists and hooves, horns, knives)

Appearance:

credits to baydews on Picrew

He stands at a rather tall 6'2", having a leaner and more agile build. He doesn't have much visible muscle, though he's not incredibly strong, he is stronger than he looks. Michael has pale skin and a handful of freckles on his face. His nose is somewhat a mixture of a goat and a human, black colored. A bandage commonly decorates his face due to his recklessness. His eyes are a deeper green, with his pupils more sharp and a bit on the feline side. His features are commonly morphed into a smirk or some form of smug amusement. He always look like he's about to start a fight, or that he's just simply an irritating bastard.

His hair is a lighter brown color, with streaks of a honey color dashed in. He doesn't take the best care of his hair, and hradly trims it, so it tends to be on the longer end. The strands of hair are slightly curled and wavy. On the right side of his face, a good portion of his hair sits, as he commonly just brushes the long hair to the side. The back of his hair is usually soft, but sticks out in all directions. Michael doesn't really style his hair, simply brushing it with some water or simply his hand and leaving it how it is without much complaint. He has curved horns that swirl around his goat looking ears. He gets asked on occasions if he has humanoid ears and his answer is no. No he does not. He could, though, as he is a shape-shifter, but he prefers staying in a satyr-ish form. His legs are covered in softer layers of fur, a darker color than his hair. Gray hooves sit at the end of his legs instead of feet as well.

His goat ears and curved horns are both gray colored. Michael's fingers are skinnier and longer than average, though he thinks that people without fingers like his are the odd ones, and not him. He commonly wears flannel and a black shirt underneath, with either baggy pants, or none at all, since he does have fur covering the skin. He loathes hats because they feel odd, and he also hates gloves, though fingerless ones are as far as he'll go.

Character Overview:

A relatively kinder and intelligent shape-shifter who isn't as nice as he appears on the outside. Though keeping up appearances is essential, right? He tends to stick to his main form of goat ears, legs, and curved horns. Also a person who adores theatrics and music. He works as a bard for the passion, though his main occupation is as a bit of a cook, as he's both a hunter and knows his way with plants.

Personality:

When first meeting him, most would think Michael was a kind, whole-hearted soul who's a relatively joyful youth. In reality he can be a bit of a horrible companion. Michael gets easily frustrated, especially i he were helping someone and they start arguing. He claims it's not rude and if anything, he got the harsher side of him from his father, and gained the more smug side from his dad. Apparently it isn't very "charming" to be extremely sarcastic. Michael is generally pretty upbeat, and his "resting face" is more on the side of an innocent, easy-going look. He can be rather crabby, especially late at night, though he's much easier to get along with during midday and early morning. Sometimes he can be extremely sunny, with a grin always on his face, though on other occasions he can be cutting as if he simply needed a mere wrong worded sentence to grant himself permission to start a fight.

Even though he appears rather kind, Michael tends to get in a good amount of brawls and arguments. He's incredibly stubborn, and acts as if he knows everything. Michael is a horrid liar, thank goodness, so it's well enough that he is an honest person. Whenever he wakes up by outside sources, from loud noises to other folks, he will be irritated. Michael prefers waking up on his own account, and it doesn't help that his hair and his clothes are both always incredibly rumpled and in disarray when he awakes.

He's incredibly reckless and ambitious, a dare-devil who would never turn down a single challenge unless it threatened someone else's life. Though he does hold many grudges, he would never want to kill them, maybe just a little bit though. He is an adrenaline junkie who would jump off a cliff if someone else did just for the fun of it, or if someone said they didn't think he could do it. Michael's always trying to prove a point, mainly that he deserves to be alive and be where he is. He hates being blamed for things or being confronted, mainly because Michael is usually the younger one, and has to "respect his elders".

Since he's more in his "angry teenager phase," Michael is commonly the young child of the group. He loathes being called the child, and is made fun of. Thankfully, since he is usually around those older than him, he's on the more mature spectrum of those his age. Michael can complain quite a lot, though he can tell the difference of when he should be whining, and when he shouldn't. He's rather moody and a bit on edge all the time, due to the fact that he's rather scared of loud and sudden noises. On his good days, he jokes around far too much, and laughs at too many things. On those sunny, happy-go-lucky days, he also has absolutely no filter. He will say whatever is on his mind without restraint simply because the feeling of the cheer in the air gets into his mind and he just lets go of normal manners and such.

Backstory:

If only people actually had the energy to write these~

Romantic Preference:

No preference except someone whose personality he can handle.

Open for Relationships:

Open for friends or enermies and everything except romance~!

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