Lyon, "vishnu-fied"
Thanks to shuuha's bewildering brilliance *cough*, my warrior class finally has a name: Vishnu.
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Of course, the first ever male character to grace NY after the Collapse finally has his own bio! Feast your eyes on this, Hitomi - you might want to discard Nathan for Lyon. He will pursue you until you give in, virtuous lass!
Name: Lyon Evans
Class(es): Verse / Vishnu (expelled)
Age: 24 years old
Appearance: 5’11” tall, Caucasian (Irish), unkempt shoulder-length auburn hair, hazel eyes that look either somnolent or sultry, a slightly muscled willowy frame, wears plain faded jeans, an evergreen scarf, and a white dress shirt that never quite looks white
Bio (max 350 words):
A bard and poet by profession, this seemingly happy-go-lucky young man roams the streets of Brooklyn looking for pubs willing to trade a pretty penny for a song (which he does most of the time in a very drunken state). Attractive, lonely females provide the starving poet shelter in his wanderings, and he returns the favor by warming their beds and leaving fodder for their daydreams with promises of romance encased in love songs - all of which disintegrate in the mornings, when he disappears along with the lady’s pawnshop-worthy valuables. When things hit rock-bottom, he takes advantage of rumors that Verses possess an oracle’s sight, and scams gullible by-passers off their cash with “visions” of the past and future (some of which, unbeknownst to him, are actually true).
Lyon used to be a Vishnu, pledged into the Christian sect by his devout Catholic mother when he was five, but was expelled at age 19 for seducing the young bible scholars of his monastery. He has, however, retained a good working knowledge of his sect’s preferred combat art, a variation of wushu focusing on dim mak (also called the “Death Touch”, it discretely - or in his case, casually - incapacitates using pressure points). Despite being well-educated in literature and the arts by the monastery, he never quite developed the talent of writing lyrics, which he slyly covers up by memorizing old ballads from the 90s and passing them off as his own compositions. He lugs around a mandolin like those bards from the Renaissance age, his only possession of value, though he only does this for show - he actually couldn’t play the damn thing.
Though he seems aimless by most people, Lyon actually seeks something in his wanderings. As a child, he has been having disturbing dreams involving the Collapse. He dreams of the frozen people crying in agony in silent voices, and of New York crumbling into further disrepair that was almost apocalyptic. He has yet to realize that he was once the Familiar L’eshniaa, the only empath of his kind, who was driven to insanity during the Collapse when the screams of the doomed world reached his hears and crushed his heart.
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Comments? Yes, he is a revamped Juno, and I don't care because I love every immedicable crack in his damned soul, like all of my other characters. :)
~.*.~
Of course, the first ever male character to grace NY after the Collapse finally has his own bio! Feast your eyes on this, Hitomi - you might want to discard Nathan for Lyon. He will pursue you until you give in, virtuous lass!
Name: Lyon Evans
Class(es): Verse / Vishnu (expelled)
Age: 24 years old
Appearance: 5’11” tall, Caucasian (Irish), unkempt shoulder-length auburn hair, hazel eyes that look either somnolent or sultry, a slightly muscled willowy frame, wears plain faded jeans, an evergreen scarf, and a white dress shirt that never quite looks white
Bio (max 350 words):
A bard and poet by profession, this seemingly happy-go-lucky young man roams the streets of Brooklyn looking for pubs willing to trade a pretty penny for a song (which he does most of the time in a very drunken state). Attractive, lonely females provide the starving poet shelter in his wanderings, and he returns the favor by warming their beds and leaving fodder for their daydreams with promises of romance encased in love songs - all of which disintegrate in the mornings, when he disappears along with the lady’s pawnshop-worthy valuables. When things hit rock-bottom, he takes advantage of rumors that Verses possess an oracle’s sight, and scams gullible by-passers off their cash with “visions” of the past and future (some of which, unbeknownst to him, are actually true).
Lyon used to be a Vishnu, pledged into the Christian sect by his devout Catholic mother when he was five, but was expelled at age 19 for seducing the young bible scholars of his monastery. He has, however, retained a good working knowledge of his sect’s preferred combat art, a variation of wushu focusing on dim mak (also called the “Death Touch”, it discretely - or in his case, casually - incapacitates using pressure points). Despite being well-educated in literature and the arts by the monastery, he never quite developed the talent of writing lyrics, which he slyly covers up by memorizing old ballads from the 90s and passing them off as his own compositions. He lugs around a mandolin like those bards from the Renaissance age, his only possession of value, though he only does this for show - he actually couldn’t play the damn thing.
Though he seems aimless by most people, Lyon actually seeks something in his wanderings. As a child, he has been having disturbing dreams involving the Collapse. He dreams of the frozen people crying in agony in silent voices, and of New York crumbling into further disrepair that was almost apocalyptic. He has yet to realize that he was once the Familiar L’eshniaa, the only empath of his kind, who was driven to insanity during the Collapse when the screams of the doomed world reached his hears and crushed his heart.
~.*.~
Comments? Yes, he is a revamped Juno, and I don't care because I love every immedicable crack in his damned soul, like all of my other characters. :)