Post by KOINZELL SPIEGEL on Jul 28, 2013 16:49:19 GMT -7
Koinzell Spiegel
Crosses still burn, axes still fall
MERFOLK
MALE
TWENTY-THREE
APPEARANCE
Regardless of younger years of desiring nothing more than to seem normal, Koinzell settled into his skin, priding on the subtle Merfolk appearance.
Recalling days of the past when he desperately attempted to fit in with regular humans, clothing covered every inch of his skin, for obvious reasons. His light blue tinted skin, which wasn't necessarily abominable. The stares he sometimes received bothered him, but unlike some of his kin, Koinzell hide resembled humans more. And honestly, the blue-ish pigmentation lacked the dark tones and leathery skin. Smooth as a baby bottom if anything. That said, confidence settled in and clothing became diverse, switching to whatever felt comfortable. Usually, don't hold him to it, he dons a purple or black tight sleeveless shirt, coupling with a pair of gray pants that switch the color scheme to black near the shins. Nothing fancy, style isn't his forte. The comfortable clothes subdued an athletic frame of the 6'1 sea lover, whom weighs in at 170 pounds. The only thing hidden these days were his gills, concealed at the base of his neck.
White hair, tinting purple at angles, falls down at his shoulders, framing his handsome mug. Not so hazardous bangs hang between his piercing, dark purple eyes. They are acute but not sharper than the shark teeth lining the inside of his mouth like tiny knives. Smiling often as he does exposes them, so he really isn't ashamed or nervous about the exhibition. Especially since one tooth perpetually pokes out resting on his peachy lip.
Recalling days of the past when he desperately attempted to fit in with regular humans, clothing covered every inch of his skin, for obvious reasons. His light blue tinted skin, which wasn't necessarily abominable. The stares he sometimes received bothered him, but unlike some of his kin, Koinzell hide resembled humans more. And honestly, the blue-ish pigmentation lacked the dark tones and leathery skin. Smooth as a baby bottom if anything. That said, confidence settled in and clothing became diverse, switching to whatever felt comfortable. Usually, don't hold him to it, he dons a purple or black tight sleeveless shirt, coupling with a pair of gray pants that switch the color scheme to black near the shins. Nothing fancy, style isn't his forte. The comfortable clothes subdued an athletic frame of the 6'1 sea lover, whom weighs in at 170 pounds. The only thing hidden these days were his gills, concealed at the base of his neck.
White hair, tinting purple at angles, falls down at his shoulders, framing his handsome mug. Not so hazardous bangs hang between his piercing, dark purple eyes. They are acute but not sharper than the shark teeth lining the inside of his mouth like tiny knives. Smiling often as he does exposes them, so he really isn't ashamed or nervous about the exhibition. Especially since one tooth perpetually pokes out resting on his peachy lip.
How can you look the world in the eyes
GOOD TRAITS
BAD TRAITS
• Adventurous
• Steadfast
• Sociable
• Adaptable
• Valiant
• Competitive
• Intuitive
• Independent
• Steadfast
• Sociable
• Adaptable
• Valiant
• Competitive
• Intuitive
• Independent
• Reckless
• Possessive
• Insecure
• Jealous
• Shallow
• Gullible
• Opinionated
• Vengeful
• Possessive
• Insecure
• Jealous
• Shallow
• Gullible
• Opinionated
• Vengeful
HISTORY
The family business shoved him into the life streamlining the present. So in regard to how the adventurer essence established, gratitude and praise fall on his kin and there unwavering fishing way of life. That undeterred employment put food on the table and lined their wallets and pockets with gold. However, considering they were similar to fish, living among them, shouldn't that calling feel wrong? Although Koinzell really does adore eating fish, moreover, the degree of boredom bothered him more than anything. Continuously performing the same habits repeatedly got old for him as a child. Of course he respected his family, nevertheless he decline their tradition. Most of his family had no qualms with that decision, long as no trouble swam their way.
There had to be something more out there in the huge sea and land amongst the humans. Koinzell enjoyed the little trinkets received on each visit to land. Wondering about while his people were conducting business became one of his favorite pass times. Discovering and collecting items became part of that hobby; notably shiny red things were some of his favorites. Sea and partially land developed into his hunting ground, like any other treasure hunter. Albeit throughout the years, he hasn't discovered anything of rarity or even close to that, considering he tried to keep his searches close to home. Figuring that may be the problem, it didn't take long for him to decide to move out on his own.
This created the inception of a goal in life, one that involved manufacturing some sort of name for himself and family, which didn't connect directly to fishing. A childish dream and mentality, of course. Granted, what being care little for riches, adventure, acknowledgement and overall fun? Surely, he cared. A student life described his newly approach and he desired to conquer it.
There had to be something more out there in the huge sea and land amongst the humans. Koinzell enjoyed the little trinkets received on each visit to land. Wondering about while his people were conducting business became one of his favorite pass times. Discovering and collecting items became part of that hobby; notably shiny red things were some of his favorites. Sea and partially land developed into his hunting ground, like any other treasure hunter. Albeit throughout the years, he hasn't discovered anything of rarity or even close to that, considering he tried to keep his searches close to home. Figuring that may be the problem, it didn't take long for him to decide to move out on his own.
This created the inception of a goal in life, one that involved manufacturing some sort of name for himself and family, which didn't connect directly to fishing. A childish dream and mentality, of course. Granted, what being care little for riches, adventure, acknowledgement and overall fun? Surely, he cared. A student life described his newly approach and he desired to conquer it.
When all we can see is corruption and lies
TREASURE HUNTER
MAGIC SKILLS
LEVEL
• water magic skill
lv 1
Blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl
PLAYED BY [DYSTOPIA]
NARUTO SHIPPUDEN • Suigestsu Hozuki • koinzell spiegel
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