Post by Nicholas Zecttao on Aug 16, 2008 15:32:36 GMT -5
Hidden behind the mask
Name: Call me Zecttao ^^
Age: 16
Email: Bluemedusa93@aol.com
Rp Experience: One year some time this week.... I also have 2 sites currently under construction, one original idea and one heroes, and co-admin another two. Had another site that went under.
The Mask
Name: Nicholas Zecttao
Age: 18
Place of birth: Tortall
Gender: Male
Home: The streets of Corus
Position: Homeless Flute Player
Cannon or original: Original
Face claim: Wu Zun
Appearance: He is around 5 feet 8 inches tall, and since he is outside for most, if not all, the day his skin is eternally tanned and burned in some places. He only weighs about one hundred and five pounds from rarely having enough food to eat. His hair is dark brown, and in some lights can easily be mistaken for black. He has a thin build, making him appear much weaker than he is. His eyes a light hazel. He has a long scar stretching from his left shoulder to just above his right thigh.
He can always be seen wearing a silver necklace no matter what time of year it is, a gift from his older sister before she died. He usually wears a green shirt and pants during most of the year. He always wears the same dark gray, almost black, shoes. He tends to wear a a light brown cloak he made out of a burlap sack when it gets cold out.
The only visible form of defense he has is a silver blade he always carries with him. The hilt is a silver color, the bottom of which appears to be a rose. 'Vines' reach up from the rose, wrapping around the rest of the hilt up to the blade. The blade is an ever shining iron he works hard to keep clean. He has an old flute he always carries with him, and a never dying red rose behind his ear.
Personality: Nicholas prefers to go by his last name, saying to those that ask him about it that it makes him feel more distinguished. There are lots of Nicholas' in the world, but he's not like to come across another Zecttao. Zecttao is a very laid back person. He usually doesn't worry about to much. He doesn't have a home or anywhere to stay, but that doesn't usually put a damper on his attitude.
He has a pretty good sense of humor and knows how to take a joke. He isn't a prideful person, but he is very reluctant to share the hardships in his life with anyone. More for reluctance of burdening the other person with them than his pride being tarnished. He loves music and flowers. He does not like to fight, but he will if he has to defend himself and others.
History: Zecttao's parents and his older sister left the Copper Isles for Tortall a few years before he was born. He never got the details of their leaving from them, and they usually avoided the subject. He never really was one to pry anyway. He was born in his parents home in the woods outside of Corus. They didn't like all of the excitement of the city , so they made the trek there and back every day.
When he was young, he was mostly raised by his sister, his parents either working in the city, or sleeping at home. While they spent some time with him, he looked to her as more his parent than older sister. She taught him to play the flute, and the basics of swordsmanship, which she'd been taught on the Copper Isles in case their home was ever attacked. When he was about 10, she gave him her flute and her silver pendant out of the blue. He wasn't sure why he'd given them to her, but he had been happy she had.
His skill with the sword his father had given to him increased every year, as he spent time in the woods training with it and sparring with his sister. He eventually got fast enough that she could barely touch him. When he was fifteen, he decided to go exploring in a part of the woods he hadn't been to before. His parents were at work, and his sister had been busy with something else, so he went off unnoticed. When he returned that night, his house was a smouldering pile of rubble.
His sister was missing, and his parents bodies were just barely recognizable in the ashes of the home. Seeing it... he fled. He ran until he was so tired he passed out. Not knowing what to do, he left the woods. He went to Corus, which his parents had taken him to once or twice, and lived on the streets.
He has yet to discover what happened to his sister and who killed his parents....
Rp sample: Zecttao looked around the city for a moment, sighing as he looked around at all the happy people. Might as well make a little bit of money...[/color] he thought. His hidden blade sparkled slightly under his cloak, and his flower was moving lightly in the breeze. He pulled his flute from within his ineffective cloak, and put it to his lips. He thought for a moment of what song he would play before he actually began.
After a few seconds of standing there with his flute to his lips, he began to play. The soft melody of the song didn't go unnoticed for long. Soon, a crowd of several people were crowded around him, a pair of small children beginning to dance along with the song. He closed his eyes and began to ignore the crowd, letting himself become immersed in the music. The notes coming from the flute were an extension of himself... the words he couldn't say.
An hour or so later, he stopped playing and returned the flute to his cloak. A couple of people in the crowd that had gathered moaned in disappointment. He would have kept going for some time on, but his stomach growling was beginning to become louder than the actual music itself. "Thank you everyone," he said, "But I've got to be going now." He gathered up the several coins that had been tossed at him during the show and made his way over toward a place to eat.
He could at least afford some bread, and maybe something to drink. Then he would return tomorrow, and do it all again.... Maybe near one of the temples where there was more traffic.
Secret word: Lioness
