- Who Am I...
A young man with amnesia.
- Romantic Interests
- Relationship Status
- My Story Is...
He woke up on the side of the road one day with a horrible headache and no memory of who he was, though a name did come to mind. All he had was the clothes on his back, an empty coin-purse, and a wooden sword.
From that spot he stood and wandered off down the road, randomly choosing the direction.
- My Appearance
Somewhat past shoulder length, his gently wavy black hair is pulled into a short ponytail, held by a strand of dark leather. He has a boxy face with gray eyes, clear tanned skin, and a jawline that is more well defined, most likely a young man in his late teenage years or early twenties.
He is currently wearing an off-white linen shirt under a sleeveless brown tunic, fitting trousers of split material, one side green one side brown with a laced front joining the two, and knee high boots. A braided black leather belt is around his waist, holding the wooden scabbard of a nice practice sword and a very silent coin-purse.
Wooden sword – It is darkly stained except for the grip, with edges that had a few chinks and imperfections from use when revealed. It is housed in a plain wooden scabbard.
Coinpurse – A plain brown coin-purse
- I Believe...
I will find somewhere to belong