This is where I will put descriptions of my OCs. That way, I won't have to keep writing them over and over.
Aiden
Age: 23
Height: 6'2"
Hair: -Black (Any type- pure black or with highlights is fine~)
-Cut short, doesn't go too far past his chin (except in the back, where it ends at about the base of his neck)
-Bangs, please
*Kind of a dark, mysterious/sexy look~ ^^
Eyes: Blue- whichever you feel best matches his overall image. (My story hasn't gotten to the point where I've fixed a certain type of blue)
Build: Lean- soccer body, almost~
Extra: He has a sapphire stud in his right earlobe.
Personality: He's a general, young, and almost unnaturally skilled in the art of war. These skills are what make others suspicious, and thus, he doesn't have many... what most call "friends." He always puts honor/duty first, no matter what- even over what he feels is right. This is at odds with his personality in many ways- he is cool and collected most of the time, but can be oddly passionate when it comes to certain things.
-He doesn't smile easily- he has almost no social skill whatsoever. This makes him very awkward in social scenes. Basically the only thing he's skilled at is war. ^^
-He seems to be missing some kind of emotion; this lack of emotion sets him apart from everyone, and that isolation backs him into a corner.
Excerpt from the story:
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"His eyes take on the sheen of bloodlust when he kills." They whispered, "And the devil's lust grips him so tightly- look at him; the monster has not the decency within him to spare a child!" Yet he could feel no shred of sorrow- no scrap of pity for the slain. Why should he? The men had chosen to fight, sealing their fate in stone.
He saw the maids shrink from him as he paced the halls at night, the candlelight quivering as they trembled like mice. Why did they shun him for what was wise? A child, grown, could start a revolution- an uprising. It was better to kill them before they had that chance.
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Okay, I guess that was a pretty bad excerpt, but yes, that is Aiden. The beginning- "they whispered"- is the servants' gossip, by the way.
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