Original Characters
Fore My Gaia
I don't know why I'm doing this, but I seem to have hit an end in my life college life. Pity. I'm on a quest to find my original characters some good art.
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Physical: He wears a pin striped shirt with a bow tie. It's never the same shirt or bow tie. Use your imagination. He wears black slacks and black dress shoes. He's lithe in body. Skinny enough for a grandmother to try and fatten up, but not so skinny that he thinks he's fat. Hair: He has light blond hair. No other way to put it? It reaches just under his chin, straight cut. (see picture) Blue eyes.
Accessories: A golden pocket watch that he keeps in his pocket. He often uses it to look at the time, but when he gets nervous, he starts to fiddle with it.
Expressions: When he's not paying attention to any one thing, he has a vacant smile on is face. he's never extreme about his emotions. He's reserved and very calm about everything. But he cries easily. Very... frail?
Background: (Not necessary for artists...) He's Twenty-five, but he wasn't always. He started off as an embryo in some woman's stomach. Well, he was told. For all he knew it could have been a man's. His birth year was sometime after the twelfth intergalactic meeting between Earth and Jamastian, some odd foreign planet he never learned about.
He was recruited for a war, but was kicked out because he was too weak. He didn't mind, fighting wasn't his thing. But he was extraordinarily good with math problems and puzzles. He went into a program that allowed him to use his gift to track down terrorists and off-world enemies. At twenty he was the best in his field.
For years he went on like this. Until one day the lab he was working at was attacked. Nobody was killed. Actually, nobody was injured at all. But it gave them all a scare. Then Trevor was personally attacked by a madman with an injection gun. And Trevor just fended him off with a clipboard.
And then one day he stopped aging. For twenty more years he looked the way he did. But nobody asked questions, and Trevor let it be. He didn't need to know anything. He just needed to keep working. Until he met Relic.