Alchany

Alchany

"There is nothing quite so depressing as to watch someone you're meant to respect bumble and fumble his way through the field you have so much love for. I really hate my Master, I really do. It's either that or hate my profession, and I'd rather not turn my love into hate, even if they're so close to the same thing if you believe what Sencia has to say about the subject, and I guess she should know, shouldn't she? Being a bard and all. I mean, emotions are their thing, aren't they?"


Name: Alchany
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Brown
Hair Color:Dark Red
Eye Color:Teal Blue
Species:Human
Size:5'8" tall
Age:16
Personality:

Alchany has a horrible tendency to ramble. If anyone lets him, he could talk for hours, rarely drawing breath, in these rambling, confusing, run-on sentences that just never end. This is less a result of him loving to hear himself speak and more a result of his brain going a mile a minute -- as soon as he's actually put one fragment of thought into words, his mind's already a mile down the tracks and pulling away quickly. He's gotten better with age -- at least these days his ramblings tend to focus on a single topic -- but he still rambles the minute he's given a chance.

Ramblings and too-quick mind aside, Alchany is a vibrant soul who can fill rooms with his mere presence. His gestures are grand and sweeping, his voice raises and lowers instinctively to captivate his listeners, and he's almost always cheerful. He's capable of being serious -- indeed, as a herbalist, he's often very serious during his day to day life -- and has been trained extensively by his mother to be able to drop his normal rambunctiousness at the drop of a hat... though he's not the best at it yet.

Description:

Alchany, like his twin Lygarde, is a slender and tall young man. He'll never have his father's heavy shoulders or hands, but he doesn't mind. His skin is a deep brown like his father, and his teal eyes are entirely his mother's -- the only thing out of place is his dark red hair that he keeps in short, messy spikes. His mother's hair is walnut brown, his father's hair is closer to strawberry blond, and his little sister's hair is a medium brown, making Alchany and Lygarde stand out. They are not, however, the 'red-headed stepchild'; their father's father had red hair a shade lighter than Lygarde, and their uncle also inherited the same red hair, so the color just skipped a generation.

History:

Alchany -- named rather unimaginatively by his mother, as the name literally means 'alchemy' in the dialect she speaks -- started learning herbalism on his mother's knee at an early age. He took to it so well that she made him her apprentice and trained him until he was 13, at which point he became a journeyman under another Master.

Unfortunately for him, the Master that he became attached to is just this side of incompetent, and he's spent much of his time trying to hunt down another one to learn from.

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