Appearance: Ishmael lives on the line that separates the average from the unfortunate. The occasional person, usually those who've caught wind of his rank or have known him a long time, might consider him good-looking- he has decent bone structure, well-shaped features and gentle grey-blue eyes. Most, however, find him plain or homely. His forehead is domed and much too wide, his nose is short, upturned and flared, he's sunken in all the places he should be puffy and puffy in all the places that respectable men are sunk. And, well, the freckles that cover almost every square inch of him (from a distance, it looks like he has a tan) make him look like an oversized child rather than a man. There is also a certain turtlish quality to him.
He dresses extremely well and is always neat as a pin. His dirty blonde hair hits the first notch on his spine and is usually slicked back into a tiny ponytail. His posture, as is typical among royalty, is painfully perfect- he can only sleep on his stomach because of back problems. Though he does subject himself to exercise when he remembers to, Ishmael is mostly flab and bones, possessed of a narrow build, but solid throughout. He cuts a much better figure from the front than from the side.
Languages Known: English, Italian, Spanish, Dutch Skills: Learning languages, able to look at situations impartially, lying, fencing. Strengths: Good at talking sense into people, so long as he's got a sheet of paper in front of him he can address the whole world and not break a sweat, always observes proper etiquette, long attention span and at least above average in terms of verbal articulateness. Weaknesses: Easily annoyed, can't swim, morally confused (if you can argue any point with a degree of certainty, how do you discover what you truly believe in?), demure, a lack of masculinity by Tyrolian standards, extremely repressed in personal life, guilt-ridden, pompous, burns in the sun like a bitch.
He dresses extremely well and is always neat as a pin. His dirty blonde hair hits the first notch on his spine and is usually slicked back into a tiny ponytail. His posture, as is typical among royalty, is painfully perfect- he can only sleep on his stomach because of back problems. Though he does subject himself to exercise when he remembers to, Ishmael is mostly flab and bones, possessed of a narrow build, but solid throughout. He cuts a much better figure from the front than from the side.
Languages Known: English, Italian, Spanish, Dutch
Skills: Learning languages, able to look at situations impartially, lying, fencing.
Strengths: Good at talking sense into people, so long as he's got a sheet of paper in front of him he can address the whole world and not break a sweat, always observes proper etiquette, long attention span and at least above average in terms of verbal articulateness.
Weaknesses: Easily annoyed, can't swim, morally confused (if you can argue any point with a degree of certainty, how do you discover what you truly believe in?), demure, a lack of masculinity by Tyrolian standards, extremely repressed in personal life, guilt-ridden, pompous, burns in the sun like a bitch.
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