Post by Perdiditinvia on May 22, 2016 3:23:32 GMT
Player's Name: Jian Agni Sai
Player's Age: 16
Relationship Status: Single
Nationality: Indian
Ethnicity: Malaysian/Chinese/Indonesian/Indian
Character Name: Perdiditinvia
Face Claim: Lancer of Red // Fate/Apocrypha
Appearance:
Method 1:
Perdiditinvia has white hair, carefully pulled back down his back, which is hidden by the player usually wearing something over his head, usually dark red fabric as a head wrap. His hair reaches his hips, though only the back part of his hair is grown out, the front of his hair actually rather short and slightly wavy at the ends, whereas his other hair is slightly wavier wavy, due to constantly being tightly pulled into a braid or low, thin ponytail while he wears his head wrap. When it gets cooler, usually at night time, he undoes his head wrap and lets his hair down, since he burns easily and therefore only covers up his skin during the day. His eyes are a brilliant blue, rimmed with a darker shade of red-violet, framed by his equally as pale eyelashes, which are long.
The boy's eyes are slightly, subtly slanted up at the tip, revealing a slight hint of his Asian heritage, though few may notice. He has a sharp-angled face with a pointed chin, with high cheekbones and a sharp-edged jaw and chin. He also has a beauty mark on his left collarbone. While he has a quiet, subdued aura, one that seems accustomed to blending into the shadows and staying there, his appearance is striking, and therefore can garner the attention of others. When his hair is down, he can be described as androgynous, depending on the person. His gait is graceful, and he keeps his body tensed and on guard around strangers.
His accent is cleverly disguised, almost soundless, actually, except when he's agitated, which is when it begins to slip out. He has a fine-boned, delicate build. Also, he keeps his voice at a low murmur, and has a warm baritone. He has a thin, veiled scent of geraniums with the rich scent of patchouli, mingled with a sweeter undertone of peach, raspberry leaf, and vanilla, with a hint or bergamot and cinnamon. He also has slender, long limbs, and tends to try to wear jewelry, gravitating toward larger, more elaborate pieces in a golden tone. Also, he has a tattoo in a henna-like design on his left arm.
Method 2:
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: White
Skin Tone: Pale White
Physique: Delicate, Fine-Boned, Angular, Slender
Height: 5'2 (162 cm)
Dominant Features: His head wrap, which he wears throughout the day and takes off at night.
Scars/Markings: A tattoo similar to henna, but actually is done in ink and therefore permanent, almost reaching his elbow on his left hand. On his right arm, just below his shoulder joint, he has a thick gold tattoo in the design of a band on his arm, around three inches tall, hiding a burn scar on there, and a burn scar with mottled skin on the back of his right leg, from his ankle to his upper calf, which is disguised with an intricate henna-esque design in the colors of bronze melting into gold.
[Personality]
Perdiditinvia is a soft-spoken individual, one who prefers lingering on the fringe of groups instead of getting sucked into groups, enjoying the intimacy provided by close friends. He's a composed individual until directly approached, in which he's revealed to be quite shy and easily embarrassed. He's cheeky and brazen around his close friends, and is especially sharp-tongued when annoyed. He's also a mother hen, and tends to forget his timidness when he spots an injury on another or so on. The boy is sensitive about his height, and has a knack for reading people.
He's also a rather altruistic person, though he doesn't recognize it himself, and has little flickers of serious intensity in his otherwise calm and gentle demeanor. He loves nature and simplicity, tending to personally slip off and watch the sunrise or sunset. He's a caring and compassionate individual, though he doesn't enjoy showing compassion outright, and tends to startle at affection. The boy himself is actually quite a strong-willed individual, and believes that even though people are horrid, or ordinary, or anything in between, they deserve to live if they wish to. As such, he can get into fierce arguments about his beliefs, though his own opinion of himself is rather low.
He tends to have a long fuse, but can be rather terrifying when angered, either lashing out with all his fury in a short-lived inferno, or keep a glacial air around him, calculating and constantly on guard. He's decisive and able to perceive and analyze information given to him, though whether he consciously notices it or not is up to him. He's charismatic when he wishes to be, but rarely is so, his timidness impairing him from such an action. He recedes within himself when pushed too hard, and has an airy, ethereal air abut him. As such, others may compare him to an air-headed person or a mysterious one. On the first, they aren't much wrong.
He tends to allow people to get close to him, but does not get close to others, though they may not notice it. He's heavily superstitious and can be considered pagan, since he believes in nature spirits but no greater force than that. He isn't above murder and killing, if the reason is good enough for him, and is more of a natural-born follower than a leader. Perdiditinvia is also generally agreeable, though he refuses to talk a lot, and can seem overly formal when he addresses other due to his sheer social awkwardness. As such, his formal manner puts him off talking with others for fear of being laughed at.
He doesn't much care about other's opinions, except those who pique his interest. He's also light-fingered, having been a thief, with a talent to steal when no one is noticing. He's tactical and calculating as well as perceptive, mostly because he's detached and passive from most everything. Because he simply does not care about his own life or most things besides other living beings' lives, he can safely assume a strategy and utilize it. He also sings well and is a natural dancer, but refrains from doing so. He can be described as having a "quietly intense" personality. He may believe others opinions instead of his own, easily influenced.
Likes: Jewelry, Gold, Sun, Sunlight, Sand, Spices, Coffee, Pastries, Sunsets, Fashion, Candy, Sweets, Traveling, Being Alone, Solitude, Privacy, Languages, Literature, Baking, Light, Fireflies, Glow worms, Stars, Astronomy, Astrology, Mythology, Tattoos, History, Books, Fire, Warm Rain, Summer Rain, Summer
Dislikes: Cold, Ignorance, Racism, Abuse, Rudeness, Sexism, Stubbornness, Homophobia, Thunder Storms, Crowds
Attribute Points
Strength: 1
Agility: 3
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 1
Talents
Talent 1: Polearm Mastery
Talent 2: Lockpicking
Talent 3: Throwing Mastery
Sword Art: Helios Inferno
Effect: The chance of Perdiditinvia getting a critical hit increases, and the amount of damage dealt raises by small fraction.
Trigger: Helios Inferno is activated by Perdiditinvia making a rapid thrust forward, and beforehand, he shifts into a more relaxed position before lunging beforehand. His hands must squeeze the handle of the spear twice, or slide down the shaft of the weapon.
Description: The weapon lightens in his hands, the metal gaining a cool sensation, the wood shaft becoming colder. The metal flickers like firelight shining on ice, making it appear to be an array of warm colors and shades, creating an orange-red-yellow glint. Then, as he lunges, his weapon suddenly lets out a pointed thrust of orange-colored light from his weapon. A quiet bell-like sound is produced when his Sword Art hits his target, like this.
[Biography]
Jian was born in an Indian village with a family of four, having an elder sister as well as his two parents. His older sister, within the first few years of his life, had married another man within their village and lived nearby. His mother and father worked from dawn to dusk, and so his sister was his primary caretaker, though he didn't love his parents any less, holding them in quiet reverence from the way that they persistently worked for his sake. He was ostracized within his village for being albino, called many names, and therefore developed his quiet demeanor and low self-esteem.
He idolized his sister, who was an herbalist, one who used plants for medicinal purposes, learning the basics of medicine alongside her, soon able to create simple balms and oils and bring them to various people within their village. He aspired to be a healer, like she was, and studiously watched her create and grind up plants from nearby streams and meadows. Her husband humored him but was wary of his oddly pale skin, and therefore there was always quite a distance between his brother-in-law and himself. His sister ignored it, telling Jian that it was his imagination when he tried bringing it up.
He had a simple upbringing, all in all, and discovered that he was remarkably skilled at delicate crafts, being able to twist charms and tie knots, fixing patches and adding delicate designs to women's saris. He sold the charms he made, bringing in a small amount of income to his family that made his mother hug him and his father smile at him. They continued this lifestyle for the course of many of his years, and it was only when he turned twelve that things began to change in his life.
When he was twelve, one of the village men had been careless, and left his pipe inside of one of the stables. It began to catch on fire, and soon, the entire village was enveloped in flames when most people were asleep. Jian woke up, and ran out of the village, but not without receiving burns that marred his pale skin. He found his brother-in-law weeping over his sister's ashes, and when he approached, the man lashed out on the boy, blaming him for his grief. Spooked and afraid, the boy ran off, where he headed to one of the main cities in India.
He became a beggar, a thief, a charming street boy who followed tourists and offered to show them the sights of India. He was shunned for his skin color and his odd eye color as well, and only forged a friendship with few in the streets. He gained the interest of many tourists and was welcomed by some, making the other street urchins create a non-violent but huge divide between him and those who associated with him. And so he continued on with his life, until he reached the age of fifteen.
When he was fourteen, he fell in love with one of the merchants who lived in the city, a boy two years his senior. He kept such feelings to himself, unsure of what to do. Feverish and afraid of his own feelings, he refused to eat and drink for days, and when he did, he caught Typhoid fever days later. Weak and sickened, he barely recovered and marveled at his luck. The boy returned to work as soon as possible, and then, he caught the eye of an artisan, a merchant in India who sold wares.
He became an amateur glassblower, a person who crafted mainly vases with molten glass, helping create beautiful color-streaked glass inside of the man's shop. He eventually abandoned his begging and stealing at the age of fifteen, and was able to support himself as the man's apprentice of a sort. Jian received his tattoos at that age from a friend of his who used to live on the streets, and by the age of sixteen, he had begun to save up enough to buy his own house.
It was then that he had first spotted the game Sword Art Online, and on an impulse, he had bought the game, wasting the funds that he had saved up. He had cautiously slid on the device and activated it before falling into the world of Aincrad. It was only after Kayaba's announcement that he did realize what a trap he had walked into. The boy had then stayed in the Town of Beginnings for quite a bit, stealing and getting by, though not without a touch of shame, before he accepted that he would have to stray from the town in order to escape the game.
As the days pass, however, he is getting increasingly unsure of whether he should try to leave or not...