Post by Caranel on Jul 26, 2005 19:01:56 GMT -5
Name: Caranel Hapnian XVII
Age: 19
Appearance: A tall, skinny fellow, bedecked in finery of all kinds of color, not all of which tend to match, with sky blue eyes and a shock of long blond hair. A smile can almost always be seen on his face, the like of which causes you to start smiling right along too. A lute hangs from his back, and a thin rapier hangs at his side.
Family: Every male for as long as any Hapnian can remember has been named Caranel, thus he shares his name with his father and older brother. His mother is named Bella Hapnian
Personality: Flamboyant, Excessive, and many times outright annoying, Caranel, or just Nel as some call him, is always looking on the bright side of life. He is living his dream; traveling the lands in search of Lore and Song, and as such his demeanor is constantly bright. However, he has found that most do not share his optimistic outlook, and thus he tends to grate on the nerves of those around him. He is a fine hand at any sort of music or communicative arts, frequently spinning a tale or playing his lute, and it is his passion. If he isn't strumming, he's singing. If he isn't singing, he's whistling. At the very least, he will be bobbing his head or tapping his foot to some unheard tune. Music runs in Caranel's veins as surely as does his lifeblood.
Likes: Music, Storytelling, Traveling, Carousing, Gambling
Dislikes: Rain, Boring People, Seriousness, Funerals
History: Raised from a child into the realm of music, Caranel grew up among the best musicians in the land, as far as he knows, leading an ideal life until he turned 18. It was then that his parents sent him out into the world, citing that out there lay all of the good stories, all of the better songs, and essentially his destiny. For about a year he has traveled, learning songs and stories to tell (some of his own experiences) and looking at all times to write new ones.
Other information: Caranel's lute is of the finest craftsmanship, gifted to him by his deceased grandfather. Any attempts at it being stolen are met with the harshest defense he can muster. To lose it would be like losing part of his soul.
Age: 19
Appearance: A tall, skinny fellow, bedecked in finery of all kinds of color, not all of which tend to match, with sky blue eyes and a shock of long blond hair. A smile can almost always be seen on his face, the like of which causes you to start smiling right along too. A lute hangs from his back, and a thin rapier hangs at his side.
Family: Every male for as long as any Hapnian can remember has been named Caranel, thus he shares his name with his father and older brother. His mother is named Bella Hapnian
Personality: Flamboyant, Excessive, and many times outright annoying, Caranel, or just Nel as some call him, is always looking on the bright side of life. He is living his dream; traveling the lands in search of Lore and Song, and as such his demeanor is constantly bright. However, he has found that most do not share his optimistic outlook, and thus he tends to grate on the nerves of those around him. He is a fine hand at any sort of music or communicative arts, frequently spinning a tale or playing his lute, and it is his passion. If he isn't strumming, he's singing. If he isn't singing, he's whistling. At the very least, he will be bobbing his head or tapping his foot to some unheard tune. Music runs in Caranel's veins as surely as does his lifeblood.
Likes: Music, Storytelling, Traveling, Carousing, Gambling
Dislikes: Rain, Boring People, Seriousness, Funerals
History: Raised from a child into the realm of music, Caranel grew up among the best musicians in the land, as far as he knows, leading an ideal life until he turned 18. It was then that his parents sent him out into the world, citing that out there lay all of the good stories, all of the better songs, and essentially his destiny. For about a year he has traveled, learning songs and stories to tell (some of his own experiences) and looking at all times to write new ones.
Other information: Caranel's lute is of the finest craftsmanship, gifted to him by his deceased grandfather. Any attempts at it being stolen are met with the harshest defense he can muster. To lose it would be like losing part of his soul.