Alun

Seth Augusta wrote:

Character Information

✹ NAME:
Alun
✹ GENDER:
Male
✹ AGE:
18
✹ BIRTHDAY:
1/31
✹ SEXUALITY:
Bisexual

SPECIAL CHARACTERISTICS:
A perfectly normal human.

PERSONALITY:

He stares blankly at the paper before him. As much as a blind person can stare at something, anyways. The receptionist opposite of him drops her smile. “Uh,” he stands up straighter, “I can’t read.” She holds her breath, her neutral expression suddenly becoming unnatural and forced.
She starts to say something, but pauses and thinks.
He chimes in, “Sorry. I think that came out wrong,” he says, laughing a bit, trying to diffuse the sudden thickness in the room.
“Well. What do you mean, then?” she says, intrigued.
“Heh,” he looks askance. Even though he can’t look at anything. “I’m blind and deaf.”
“Oh, then you might not be too compatible with our requirements—”
“No, it’s alright. I can see and hear,” he purses his lips. “Wait. I’m sorry for interrupting.”
The interviewer looks confused, “No, it’s alright then. Normally, you would take this form, fill it out, and it would be processed by our Human Resources guy; but seeing as you’re the last interviewee, I can make an exception.”
“Wow,” he says, then thanking her slightly too intensely.

He’s led to a small meeting room and is directed to a chair. “The form asks you to describe yourself in three hundred words or more… But as we’re talking now, that can’t really be applied, so we’ll just go about this in a traditional sense. I read your resume, as well. It was interesting… to say the least. Can you elaborate? How did you even write it?””

Getting his bearings, he rests his elbows on the hardwood table and squeezes his hands together as he thinks: “Ha. Well, I got a friend to write it down for me. I hope you didn’t read too far into it.” He tries to recall what would be on it, “Hm. I’m sure it says I used to be part of an order of knights. Paladins, rather. And I hope it says kindly how I departed from them?”
“No. It was pretty scathing.”
“Alright, I see. Okay, well. I promise it was due to… internal reasons. Religious orders can be like that.”
“Sure. What draws you to this job? To be a bodyguard.”
“So you don’t care about the desertion?”
“Not really. Many of our contractors have messy backgrounds.”
“Oh, good, then.” He thinks, previously dead-set in the morality of his past. “Well, I choose to pursue things like this because I’m highly trained in combat. It’s what I was conditioned to do, I mean. To guard, protect, etcetera.”
“Anything else?” She’s heard this plenty of times.
He pauses, “And. And it feels good to help people… I guess. And it’s safe: I know what I’m capable of. It hopefully won’t push me to any extremes.”
“Okay. Then you’re a cowardly, soft, murder-machine?” she jokes.
“Haa… Ouch,” it clearly didn’t hit.

A few seconds pass, filled with a heavy silence. The interviewer picks up again, “Alright… Well, then what made you leave your order of paladins?”
“I didn’t leave. I ran away, like a child—I guess I was a child at that point, though. It feels so recent when I left. I’m eighteen now, but I left when I was sixteen. My village was attacked and destroyed then I was taken into a monastery to be raised. I was then transferred to a camp somewhere once they realized that I was good at magic. I later found out that they were the ones who destroyed my home.”
The interviewer lets him prattle on.
“I think, before I left, I was very sheltered. Everything was censored, I didn’t know anything: book studies, geography, social norms. I was naive. And I still am. I’m made fun of for not understanding ‘sarcasm,’” he forms his fingers into air quotes, “But I think I’m getting the hang of it. I hope that doesn’t deter me from getting hired. I’m malleable.”
“No, I think you’re perfect. Our clients love the eager, follower type.
“Huh? Well, I’m glad, then.”

LIKES:

✹ People:
While introverted to a fault, the feeling of being connected to someone else, especially since he’s blind and deaf, his Hellen Keller ass likes other people because it dulls the existential horror of barely having any sensory input.
✹ “Home”:
As someone who, for a long time, hasn’t had a proper home; the idea of having somewhere to cozy up and feel safe is nice.
✹ The “great wide open”:
Because of his Hellen Keller-type lifestyle, screens, drawings, books, etc., can’t entertain him. So, he prefers to explore, hike, and sight-“see”.

DISLIKES:

✹ Bureaucracy and hierarchy:
After the rigidity of the majority of his adolescent years, institutions and code-of-laws give him a general distaste.
✹ Explosions, bright lights, and sudden noises:
Uh oh trauma time! Bad memories!
✹ A kind heart:
Just in general, he dislikes those who are evil, who do misdeeds, etc.

MOTIVATIONS:

✹ On the same wavelength:
He desires peace and love for the world: between different people groups as well as between people and nature.
✹ Self-fulfillment:
After departing from his previous life: his paladin order; there is a great “blank” in his future. A lingering lack of purpose guides him to see what makes him fulfilled, happy, and productive.
✹ Moral superiority:
He has a… complex… where he feels like he’s evil and a fraud and must continuously purify and prove himself.

FEARS:

✹ Illusion of security:
With such a fragile grip on his identity and confusion about his own morality, being exposed (whether it’s for a true reason or not) is pretty horrifying.
✹ Loss of control:
For someone from such a troubled background; and for someone who grips desperately at the small things he is able to control—hair color, organization, etc.—the loss of perceived control is a large fear. Like when hoarders are confronted about throwing out their trash.
✹ Losing magical abilities:
Due to his magic ailing his Hellen Keller eyes and ears, if it is ever disabled or nulled, he’ll lose almost all connections to the world and be drowned in pitch blackness and deafening silence. Sugarsnaps.

GENERAL APPEARANCE:

✹ HEIGHT:
6’0”/183 cm
✹ WEIGHT:
While on the athletic side, it varies, as any person’s does. Hovers around 200lbs/90kgs.
✹ HAIR:
Naturally black/very dark brown colored, but is sometimes dyed (see profile image).
✹ EYES:
Black
✹ SKIN TONE:
Naturally pale, but is tanned to a more olive color.

APPEARANCE:

GUILD/COUNCIL:

✹ GUILD:
Fairy Tail
✹ TATTOO:
Black, on the back of his left hand.

Alun wrote:

Character Information

✹ NAME:
Alun
✹ GENDER:
Male
✹ AGE:
18
✹ BIRTHDAY:
1/31
✹ SEXUALITY:
Bisexual

SPECIAL CHARACTERISTICS:
A perfectly normal human.

PERSONALITY:

He stares blankly at the paper before him. As much as a blind person can stare at something, anyways. The receptionist opposite of him drops her smile. “Uh,” he stands up straighter, “I can’t read.” She holds her breath, her neutral expression suddenly becoming unnatural and forced.
She starts to say something, but pauses and thinks.
He chimes in, “Sorry. I think that came out wrong,” he says, laughing a bit, trying to diffuse the sudden thickness in the room.
“Well. What do you mean, then?” she says, intrigued.
“Heh,” he looks askance. Even though he can’t look at anything. “I’m blind and deaf.”
“Oh, then you might not be too compatible with our requirements—”
“No, it’s alright. I can see and hear,” he purses his lips. “Wait. I’m sorry for interrupting.”
The interviewer looks confused, “No, it’s alright then. Normally, you would take this form, fill it out, and it would be processed by our Human Resources guy; but seeing as you’re the last interviewee, I can make an exception.”
“Wow,” he says, then thanking her slightly too intensely.

He’s led to a small meeting room and is directed to a chair. “The form asks you to describe yourself in three hundred words or more… But as we’re talking now, that can’t really be applied, so we’ll just go about this in a traditional sense. I read your resume, as well. It was interesting… to say the least. Can you elaborate? How did you even write it?””

Getting his bearings, he rests his elbows on the hardwood table and squeezes his hands together as he thinks: “Ha. Well, I got a friend to write it down for me. I hope you didn’t read too far into it.” He tries to recall what would be on it, “Hm. I’m sure it says I used to be part of an order of knights. Paladins, rather. And I hope it says kindly how I departed from them?”
“No. It was pretty scathing.”
“Alright, I see. Okay, well. I promise it was due to… internal reasons. Religious orders can be like that.”
“Sure. What draws you to this job? To be a bodyguard.”
“So you don’t care about the desertion?”
“Not really. Many of our contractors have messy backgrounds.”
“Oh, good, then.” He thinks, previously dead-set in the morality of his past. “Well, I choose to pursue things like this because I’m highly trained in combat. It’s what I was conditioned to do, I mean. To guard, protect, etcetera.”
“Anything else?” She’s heard this plenty of times.
He pauses, “And. And it feels good to help people… I guess. And it’s safe: I know what I’m capable of. It hopefully won’t push me to any extremes.”
“Okay. Then you’re a cowardly, soft, murder-machine?” she jokes.
“Haa… Ouch,” it clearly didn’t hit.

A few seconds pass, filled with a heavy silence. The interviewer picks up again, “Alright… Well, then what made you leave your order of paladins?”
“I didn’t leave. I ran away, like a child—I guess I was a child at that point, though. It feels so recent when I left. I’m eighteen now, but I left when I was sixteen. My village was attacked and destroyed then I was taken into a monastery to be raised. I was then transferred to a camp somewhere once they realized that I was good at magic. I later found out that they were the ones who destroyed my home.”
The interviewer lets him prattle on.
“I think, before I left, I was very sheltered. Everything was censored, I didn’t know anything: book studies, geography, social norms. I was naive. And I still am. I’m made fun of for not understanding ‘sarcasm,’” he forms his fingers into air quotes, “But I think I’m getting the hang of it. I hope that doesn’t deter me from getting hired. I’m malleable.”
“No, I think you’re perfect. Our clients love the eager, follower type.
“Huh? Well, I’m glad, then.”

LIKES:

✹ People:
While introverted to a fault, the feeling of being connected to someone else, especially since he’s blind and deaf, his Hellen Keller ass likes other people because it dulls the existential horror of barely having any sensory input.
✹ “Home”:
As someone who, for a long time, hasn’t had a proper home; the idea of having somewhere to cozy up and feel safe is nice.
✹ The “great wide open”:
Because of his Hellen Keller-type lifestyle, screens, drawings, books, etc., can’t entertain him. So, he prefers to explore, hike, and sight-“see”.

DISLIKES:

✹ Bureaucracy and hierarchy:
After the rigidity of the majority of his adolescent years, institutions and code-of-laws give him a general distaste.
✹ Explosions, bright lights, and sudden noises:
Uh oh trauma time! Bad memories!
✹ A kind heart:
Just in general, he dislikes those who are evil, who do misdeeds, etc.

MOTIVATIONS:

✹ On the same wavelength:
He desires peace and love for the world: between different people groups as well as between people and nature.
✹ Self-fulfillment:
After departing from his previous life: his paladin order; there is a great “blank” in his future. A lingering lack of purpose guides him to see what makes him fulfilled, happy, and productive.
✹ Moral superiority:
He has a… complex… where he feels like he’s evil and a fraud and must continuously purify and prove himself.

FEARS:

✹ Illusion of security:
With such a fragile grip on his identity and confusion about his own morality, being exposed (whether it’s for a true reason or not) is pretty horrifying.
✹ Loss of control:
For someone from such a troubled background; and for someone who grips desperately at the small things he is able to control—hair color, organization, etc.—the loss of perceived control is a large fear. Like when hoarders are confronted about throwing out their trash.
✹ Losing magical abilities:
Due to his magic ailing his Hellen Keller eyes and ears, if it is ever disabled or nulled, he’ll lose almost all connections to the world and be drowned in pitch blackness and deafening silence. Sugarsnaps.

GENERAL APPEARANCE:

✹ HEIGHT:
6’0”/183 cm
✹ WEIGHT:
While on the athletic side, it varies, as any person’s does. Hovers around 200lbs/90kgs.
✹ HAIR:
Naturally black/very dark brown colored, but is sometimes dyed (see profile image).
✹ EYES:
Black
✹ SKIN TONE:
Naturally pale, but is tanned to a more olive color.

APPEARANCE:

GUILD/COUNCIL:

✹ GUILD:
Fairy Tail
✹ TATTOO:
Black, on the back of his left hand.