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【Name】
Charon
【Age】
?
【Species】
Phantasm; a spirit you can touch.
【Job】
Psychopomp
【Status】
Unemployed wanderer.
【Likes】
- Tea
- Buttered toast
- Mice
- Birds
- Poetry
- Stories
【Pron.】
SHARE-on
【Gender】
Male
【Align.】
True Neutral
【Affil.】
Hades
【Health】
Unknown; his appearance suggests negatively but his activity does not.
【Dislikes】
Rain -
Cats -
The cold -
Isolation -
Gruel -
Shoes -
A tall, sweetscented robed figure, face cast deeply in shadow.
Charon is a tall man in a shabby robe, edges tattered and innards full of little holes and loose threads. His face is generally concealed in a hood of near-cosmic darkness, not borne out of a desire for anonymity but out of taught habit.
His face is pale, and frightening. His eyes are deeply pitted, pits that swallow and burn with some far-off blaze that looks set back in tunnels into his head thousands of miles long, eyeballs completely unseen. To gaze into that fire is to find oneself a bit lost and uncomfortable.
His skin is drawn tightly over the flesh of this face, rendering the shapes of his skull quite perfectly; his cheekbones are extremely defined as well as his jaw, face gaunt and haunting and atrociously morbid. His lips are thin, teeth exposed easily. He is befanged, top and bottom. Upon closer examination, particularly from the face down, it is quite noticeable that all of Charon's bones, musculature, and organs are semi-visible through his skin.
His hair is a long black, front pieces braided 'round to the back, the tails united as one with a leather thong and then braided through with bones, full and shards. He takes great pains here and it is the only adornment he is allowed.
Hands long and elegant, both or one always wrapped around a long, smooth, willow pole. The wood has a sweet scent to it from its nature and it is enhanced by the warmth of his hands. It scents him, as well, and he carries the smell with him wherever he goes.
Barefoot, cleanly, but plainly haggard, Charon looks to any eye like someone much aggrieved by lack of status and funds, despite the role he used to hold. Like a cretin. This is not something he is aware of given his overall acute lack of self-consciousness.
Manner of speech that can be considered extremely archaic and strange, his pacing odd and his vocabulary veritably ancient, like he hasn't talked to anyone in a long time and when they did, it was quite a long time ago.
Charon carries himself upright and tall, movements paced as though he is accustomed to physical labor. He carries clear strength in his angular shoulders and upper arms, the robe a bit wide here. He is shaped most like an inverted tortilla chip; wide shoulders that slope sharply into a narrow waist and toned legs.
A man clearly not born of his world and those accustomed with mythology will recognize him instantly for what he is: the Boatman of the River Archeron, servant to Hades.
Why he is not at his post is a mystery...
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........ 【Skin】
Sheet white, with a bit of transparency to it.
【Hair】
None to speak of.
【Eyes】
Chasms with pinpoints of fire.【Height】
6'5"
【Build】
Tall, long limbed, strong of back and shoulder.
【Posture】
Perfect while standing, occasionally deeply stooped when sitting.【Scars】
None whatsoever.
【Temper.】
Melancholic
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【Personality】Above all else, Charon is a creature fueled by curiosity. His life has been spent toiling, day after day, in a dark and cold environment. No light, no wind, no earthly creatures or anything other than the bleak stone landscape, his pole, his river, and his boat.
Confinement and isolation in that sense has created a lonely, yearning creature. Creatures such as he age slowly, mentally as well, and time passes quite strangely for Charon. The world above is so fast and there is so much movement that he frequently finds himself becoming overwhelmed and overstimulated.
Quiet, observant, shy. So curious it sometimes pains him, the not knowing but being too shy to ask. WIP
【Wardrobe & Inventory】- Charon wears a tattered cloak to keep warm.
- Always in one of his hands is his willow pole, taller than he is, traditionally used for steering and moving a boat.
- x1 Moleskine notebook
- x2 Obol
- x? Mice, at any given time.[/acronym]
