NAME: Sagys
AGE: 70 Thousand years
SPECIES: Infinum
GENDER: Born male
CLASS: Celestial Scribe/Storyteller/Bard
BIRTHPLACE:
BIRTH: N/A
SIGN: N/A
MARTIAL STATUS: Single (While infinum usually do not get attached, Sagys just can't find anyone who won't die off on him)
PROFESSION: None
RESIDENCES: {Earth}
HAIR: Silver
EYES: Gold (Iris' are barely visible, but there. They are the brightest part of his body.
SKIN: White (with Dark yellow lines tracing some of his body)
HEIGHT: 6.2"
WEIGHT: Slender (Would not appear to be with his armor.)
OTHER: Almost always completely covered in his black armor, to hide his stand-out features. Only ever takes off his helmet to tell stories of the past to {humans}. Sharp fingers that he usually covers with strange metal gloves to avoid damaging objects or people, but can write fine with them on. Slender body to be able to make quick movements.
ARMOR: Mostly black, for reasons unknown, with a selection of yellow lines, mostly around the helm area. Gloves made specially to be able to hold the Infinum writing utensil. Special Belt made to hold his book. Cape that covers his left arm, and sword under it (to keep people from thinking he is aggresive.) Despite being solid metal, is flexible to help with quick movements. Helmet almost seems like he cannot see out of it, but he can see very clearly.
SIBLINGS: None
PARENTS: Most history of the Infinum's origin were hidden or destroyed, and with it, the existence of those it containted information about.
OTHER RELATIVES: The other Infinum, although he does not remember meeting any of them.
•None yet (I will add them as they come)
ANY PETS?: yes [] || no [*]
•Hard to have pets when you are immortal.
• Strength - All Infinum are incredibly powerful, although they almost never have to actually use this strength. Only a handful of times since the beginning of time has an Infinum ever entered combat.
• Dexterity - Very light on his feet, and can enter a celestial form to escape situations. Used to having to move quick around battles to document them.
• Constitution - Cannot be harmed by normal means, but with the right methods, is rather fragile. He has taken stray cannon and artillery fire directly, and came out unscathed.
• Intellect - Has (and can remember) a large amount knowledge on Earth, along with other planets before their end. He knows exactly how most {humans} will act, but can still not understand irrational actions.
• Wisdom - Along with all Infinum, he is very wise, and in his interactions with {humans}, his wisdom led to them revering him, almost as a god.
• Charisma - Despite wearing armor, he has savoured the attraction of {humans} towards him, and has learned his charisma forcefully.
• Comeliness - Most humans fear him at first due to his choice in armour, unless they see him writing or singing.
• Very cheerful.
• Wants to interact and tell stories to as many people as possible.
• Very enthusiastic about stories.
• Gets too easily attached to mortal worlds.
• Fears the loss of mortal worlds.
• Holds onto the past too tightly.
• As with all Infinum, contains a dark reason as to why he attends every war.
• Too much emotion for such a great being.
COLORS: Yellow, Blue (colors that show existence)
SMELLS: The 'Fresh' Smell. Anything new or untouched really.
FOOD: Any kind of chocolate, but especially melted.
FRUITS: Dragonfruit. (He wonders how something so amazingly unique on the outside can be so mysteriously bland on the inside. Still loves it)
DRINKS: Chocolate milk .
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes [*] || no [] (Uses it as an excuse to perform like a drunken bard)
•Favourites?: Mead, ale, and anything that can show itself at a festival.
OTHER: Cheerful occasions that {humans} have. Parties, feasts, celebrations, he loves to visit any kind to add to the joy. He sees it as one of the only occasions where he can sing the songs he has gathered
COLORS: Black (It reminds him of the emptiness of the end.)
SMELLS: Anything rotten or dead.
FOOD: Any kind of meat that has not been cooked thourougly.
FRUITS: Pears.
DRINKS: Any kind of soda.
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Wine (Formal parties don't like enthusiastic bards.)
OTHER: When people show no interest in his stories. (he gets disappointed very easily by that)
SMOKES? yes [] || no [*]
• He sees no point in it.
DRUGS?: yes [] || no [*]
• Anything that can distort his perception more than alcohol is bad in his eyes.
DRIVER LICENSE?: yes [] || no [*]
• When you can practically make it to other planets in a matter of minutes, you really don't need a vehicle.
EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes [] || no [*]
• Has really never done anything illegal.
Anything with the {blah} brackets around them means that it is simply put as something generic until i create that race/planet. Really just Humans and Earth. Those won’t exist, cuz this is fantasy, bitch!
