Anon

Merchant's Son

• Introductions

  Naмe:
  Isenn Kahfdal
  
  Gender:
  Male
  
  Naмe мeanιng:
  'Eisen' is German for 'iron'.
  
  Nιcĸnaмeѕ(ιғ any):
  He may usually listen when addressed with 'errand boy'. May also use the pen name 'Ayreon' as an alias.
  
  Specιeѕ:
  Human.
  
  Age:
  22 and-a-half.
  
  Bιrтнday:
  14th of March (Pisces).
  
  Handedneѕѕ:
  Ambidextrous. Naturally lefthanded, but favours the right hand for practical and everyday use.
  
  Langυageѕ:
  Common, and some variants of it with a slight dialect. Having grown up a merchant's son in a traders' paradise, Isenn has heard enough accents from exotic customers to roughly recognise some basic origins.
  
  

• Appearance

  Eye coloυr:
  Dull grey.
  
  Haιr lengтн:
  To the shoulders, but usually well-kept and presentable.
  
  Haιr coloυr:
  Dark maroon.
  
  Haιr ѕтyle:
  Straight, though not too sleek.
  
  Heιgнт:
  177cm.
  
  Weιgнт:
  68kg.
  
  Sĸιn тone:
  A tadbit lighter than the norm, but not exactly pale. A healthy complexion thanks to outdoor activity.
  
  Body тype:
  Definitely inherited his mother's lanky build, while his daily activity keeps him sturdy and modestly in shape. Can depend on his physique and slightly defined muscle to a fair extent.
  
  Oтнer:
  Has a thin scar running along the left jawline. The flow makes it near unnotable.
  
  Jewelry:
  On formal occasions, Isenn will often weave iron, cylindrical beads into his hair, be it a special celebration or a time of mourning and reflection.

• Personality and Identity

  Inтroverт/eхтroverт:
  Extroverted.
  
  Lιĸeѕ:
  Literate since a young age, calligraphy is a casual hobby of his, and often combined with writing letters to loved ones. Horses and horsecare are a passion. Loves songs, stories and ballads, as he associates them with warmth and good tidings. It's not uncommon to see him around taverns.
  
  Dιѕlιĸeѕ:
  Isenn tends to get uneasy and on edge when a space or area is unnanouncedly/unexpectedly darkened. Besides that, magic and anything even remotely supernatural triggers knee-jerk reactions on phobia-level. A lesser- yet equally tenacious dislike is for birds.
  
  Noтaвle ѕĸιllѕ:
  With practiced calligraphy came a steady hand: If so needed, Isenn can mimick handstyles to the point of forgery and copying (official) documents with fair accuracy. Excluding recreating wax seals of course.
  
  •Besides that, Isenn's sense of responsibility combined with his discipline and experience with mundane tasks makes him a fairly good planner. Is able to stick closely to strict schedules, and is a decently accomplished organiser.
  
  Relιgιon:
  Antitheist. All the same, he speaks of the 'Theory' like a zealot.
  
  S/O:Bicurious, unbeknownst to himself, a slight lean towards men, but only because he is quicker to get a sense of camaraderie around the same sex. This combined with aloofness and a lack of focus on the matter may make him appear like an aromantic however. This man gains a lot of gratification from platonic relationships, and anything more than that would probably serve to quench a more spiritual, soulmate-y need.
  
  

• Regarding combat

  Sĸιllѕ/ѕpellѕ ιn coмвaт:
  None. Like, none.
  
  Aυra:
  Unrefined, rough, raw; Visible for those with exceptional senses for magic. Despite the above statement, Isenn's aura indeed indicates an affinity for minor magic, firmly locked behind rejection and self-delusion. A very minor local field surrounds the lad like a second skin, subtly sucking at light-elemental energy in his direct diametre.
  
  Eqυιpмenт/weaponry oғ cнoιce:
  Favours a simple, slender longsword as weapon. If he seriously needs to plan participating in conflict, he utilises his ambidextrosity by donning a parrying gauntlet on the left hand. While the sword has the reach, he can both block and hit with his left hand in a more up-close-and-personal position if so necessary.
  
  •A rather defensive fighter. Yet, with only limited training experiences with full sets of armour—not to mention the maintenance costs and initial buying costs—, Isenn will at most add simple chainmail and steel greaves to his equipment when preparing for a fight. Chainmail to prevent some scars; The greaves to add some weight to a kick.
  

• Description

  Aттιre
  His attires are simple, but clearly chosen with a certain style in mind. A cheap muffler on the chilly days, low boots for intensive walking, long tunics, loose pants, often an open longcoat atop. A strap of cloth around his waist keeps the flowing clothing comfortably in place for easy movement. Harsh colours are usually avoided in his casual outfits, and he often opts for softer, natural hues with shades of white dominating his appearance. Only when wearing something more formal may he choose to add a streak of a bold colour to his chalky palette.
  
  
  Voιce
  Something that would be very quickly obvious, is that Isenn is a fast and active talker. Though not necessarily gifted with a silver tongue, he seems to have a naturally good flexibility when it comes to speech, volume, melody and tone, and can go beyond the point where people would have tripped over their own words. Contrary to popular belief, he does not train this by singing. (Though he won't say no to a drunken choir once properly inebriated.) Can very easily lose himself in a ramble. Really, the only aspects about his speech that ever go out of control are the speed and quantity.
  
  
  Perѕonalιтy
  A mildly fickle disposition, mentally fragile under certain pressure and more often than not, downright skittish. A trained military discipline shines through behind nervous eyes, but his inexperience may outbalance his usefulness in actual conflicts beyond an informal brawl, or chasing off wild animals. Isenn may show his cowardice in the face of stressful situations clearly beyond his control.
  
  Past his permanent paranoia for the unnatural lies a more charismatic, although slightly cynical nature. Moods typically balance between boyishness and slightly stoic, composed kindness. An inherent patience and an iron discipline leaves this merchant's son quite dedicated to even the most mundane of tasks. Is not a fan of travelling, and instead prefers the constancy of flourishing, familiar surroundings.
  
  Polite within reason, but as his sometimes-bold attitude may betray, Isenn has not been raised with silver spoons. A sucker for folklore, stories and gossip, and a lover of community and humanity. Quick to quietly idolise those stronger than him, no matter their morality. Conversation is no struggle, be it him playing the listening role, or him chatting a recipient's ears off. Despite the occasional search for casual companionship over an ale, his smiles rarely last. Usually little more than a twitch of the lips and, though genuine, always gone as quickly as they came.
  
  Doubtless, this young face has known brighter smiles.