Icein Vidor

[Icein Vidor]

Icein Vidor

Name:
Icein Vidor

Nicknames/Titles:
Sometimes called Ice

Age:
He's 26, but looks a little younger than that. He's not immortal, but his body ages at a sightly slower pace than pure humans.

Gender:
Male

Blood:
He's primarily human, with some elf in his blood. His grandmother, Nety, was a middle class elf who came from a primary elven family and his mother, Yele, was also an elf.

Sexual Orientation:
Straight.

Occupation
Traveling salesman (sells odd knickknacks that he makes)

Social Class
Lower class.

Marital Status:
Single.

Belongings:
So far all he owns (that he regularly uses) is a dark gray mare named Mada, a small dagger that he got from his father, and shoulder bag.

Physical Description:
Dirty blond hair, and fair skin. He has a lean body that is built mostly for stamina and some heavy work. He stands at around 5'8, being somewhat short for most with elf and human in his blood. He doesn't care much about fashion, just that he has clothes. Most of his clothes are dirty, old, and in earthly colors such as browns and dull greens.

Play-by:
Harry Llyod (mostly pics from when he played as Robin Hood)

Overall personality:
He tends to keep to himself, unless he's around family and old friends, a habit he developed from traveling into cities where Mixlings are frowned upon. Other than that he's very curious, which can sometimes be confused with him being careless since he'd be the first to walk into a unknown, scary-looking cave. This also gets in trouble a lot with going on forbidden grounds and such. Icein is very headstrong. He'll be the first to stand up for what he thinks is right and the first to refuse when he has the idea someone is trying to control his own life. He likes to work alone compared to working in groups. He likes having his own freewill and fears that if he works with others, they won't work to his standards. (He has a tad OCD for most things he does) However, if he's forced to work with a group, with much effort he can fake a smile and get through it.

Likes:
Exploring; he likes seeing different places other than the same place day to day.
Horse back riding, it's one of his most favorite things to do in his spare time.

His hometown; the place where Mixlings gather behind the mountains. Around festival weeks he'll make sure he goes back there to enjoy the festivals.

Drinking; he enjoys going to taverns first to get a few drinks and get know what sort of people live in the town.

Crafting; it's one of his favorite things to do. He likes to make little figurines the most out of stone or wood.

Dislikes:
Mixling hatred; he doesn't get why it's so bad to love who you want, why people should even care who other people love, or to take on the hatred onto the children of two different races, since they didn't break any rules.

Strengths:
Thinking out his own problems, creativeness, and stamina.

Weaknesses:
Magic; he hates to admit it, but he is fascinated by it, and even wishes he was able to learn a bit of it.

Music, he has an unpleasant signing voice.
Quirks:
Regularly looks up at the sky to check the position of the sun/moon and comments on it.
When stressed or lying, speaks from the corner of his mouth.

Fears:
Anything to do with evil; his mother feared dark things, and while he does too, her fear was far worse.

Secrets:
When he was about 5 years old, he had a little kleptomania issue were he'd take the oddest items from people and hide them under his bed so his parents wouldn't know. (things like cups, paper, toys, horse crops, halters, etc) During his teens though, he ended up outgrowing this habit by himself after he noticed that people were noticing their stuff was missing and out of fear that his mother and father would find out.

Mother:
Yele Vidor (Age 132, looks around in her 40s.)

Father:
Iomer Vidor (Age, 48)

Other:
Hectal – His old childhood friend back in his hometown, they're still friends.

Overall history:
He was born into the town of the Mixlings to a elf mother and human father. When he was young he showed interest in the towns beyond the mountains. When he was in his late teens he began to venture into mountains and other places. He then started his own business of selling odd knickknacks he made from materials he found. Later on, he began to go town to town finding more materials and selling his knickknacks

Hi, my chat account is Jig.
I am 15 years old and I've been role-playing for about 4 to 5 years.

Role-play sample,

I woke up with a slight shock as I felt something warm and soft touch my shoulder, but I noticed it was only Mada. At first I was a bit confused, but the I recalled I was between two towns in the plains of Narsil. My back was sore from sleeping on the solid ground. The tall grass had some comfort, but not enough to make a difference. I wished I had slept on a bed last night, but in Glan, the innkeeper said the Inn was full; I knew that was a lie. They always lie. 'No more room in the Inn.', 'No more food left', 'We're closing soon.'. Sometimes I wonder why they just don't say what they really mean; 'Get your dirty face outta here, Mixling.' It was a lot better in my home town where people didn't care who you loved. But, traveling from place to place had its positives too, like seeing new things everyday and facing new challenges. I also liked to be alone sometimes, just me and my horse Mada.

Whenever I get lonely, I would go back home. I could never leave my hometown forever; no matter how far I ever went. It's the only place where I know I'll always be welcomed with friendly, familiar faces, instead of preparing my self to get unfriendly welcomes. It is my home after all, and I love it there.