Post by Torin on Feb 11, 2015 3:04:02 GMT
Name:// Haikal Brisbane
Haikal considers himself to have rather average features and body. His looks are more boyish than anything though. He stands well under average height at 5’6” and has a medium build that’s toned but not overly muscled. He has an oval face and closer set eyes the color of the sky that could make any girl melt. The dark brown hair he has is always cropped close to his head and appears darker because his skin tone is fairly light despite the fact that he’s outside a lot.
Two scars run parallel on the inside and outside of his left arm from his elbow to his wrist, and a small thinner scar runs from his shoulder to his elbow. Haikal makes no effort to hide these. He also has a number of long scars on his left leg but those are hidden under his jeans.
Haikal wears comfortable clothing that he can move in. His wardrobe consists mainly of well-worn jeans, many of which have holes at the knees, and t-shirts. He does own a few nicer outfits for occasions that he has to dress up for.
Haikal is a dreamer. He’s the one with his head in the clouds refusing to come down to a harsh reality. The young man always has been, even when he was little. When Haikal is in the real world he’s a young man who always has a mischievous smile playing on his lips, despite the fact he doesn’t feel it all the time. He’s never been the kind of young man to wear his emotions on his sleeve. He’s good at covering up what he really feels and tends to wear a mask around people. It’s his way of coping with the world. If he can get other people to laugh and smile, it makes up for his own sadness and bad days right?
Adventuring is one of the things he likes to do the most. He loves to explore, to find new things and to do stuff he’s never done before. Granted he can’t adventure for long, but any and all time away from home and reality is always his happiest moments. Even when he can’t escape outside, he escapes to his writings, music, or just sitting on his bed daydreaming.
Haikal’s the type to make mischief and play practical jokes on people. For some reason he doesn’t get into trouble for it. People know about his habits for messing with them, but they’ve not caught him in the act… yet. Haikal’s sure it’s only a matter of time before he’s caught red-handed. He’s also sure that the consequences won’t deter him from doing it again.
Confidence in himself is a front that Haikal is particularly skilled in maintaining. (Most of the time he has himself believing in the act too.) This allows in him to be calm in almost every situation he finds himself in and to make and stick with choices other people would be hesitant and wishy-washy on.
Haikal was the only child born to a middle-class family who live in the southern portion of the United States; the North Georgia mountains specifically. Their small house sits about an hour from the closest town and about three from one of the larger cities. Haikal didn’t have many neighbors, and even fewer were kids his age. So, the kid learned that if he wanted to play, he usually had to play alone.
His father, George Brisbane, was and still is a hard-working man. He expected the best from his little boy and when his son didn’t give it to him or do exactly what he was told, George became upset. He yelled at Haikal, hurting the boy without even hitting him. His mother, Katherine, just watched on saying and doing nothing. She’s a passive, petite woman who loved her son, but could find no fault with her husband and did not interfere.
As the years passed, Haikal withdrew into himself, making up stories and starting to live in dreams. This angered his father further and George began telling Haikal that he was a disappointment, that he couldn’t do anything, and that he was a waste. It was then Haikal began to run from his family, from his life at home. He couldn’t go very far but any time away was a gift he wasn’t about to squander.
Haikal turned to his writings and to music to cope. He kept a smile on his face and a laugh on his lips and pretended everything was all right. It was, he believed it, until he got home.
Haikal was seventeen when life dealt him a blow that sent his entire world reeling. He was driving home from the city after his mother had asked him to pick up some stuff there that she couldn’t buy at the town. One of the many stop lights he passed was green, and he’d gotten halfway through the intersection when his car was hit. A man driving a truck had sped through the red light on Haikal's left and smashed into the driver’s side of Haikal’s car. The man ended up with several deep cuts and bruises but Haikal ended up in the emergency room.
His left arm and leg had been crushed, and two surgeries later he woke up to his mother crying and his father glowering. His arm healed fine with the passing time, but his leg was a different matter. The doctors had placed a metal rod in it to help it heal, but it caused more harm than help.
In the past two and a half, almost three years Haikal has gone through a total of six surgeries: one for his arm and five for his leg. The most recent was less than two months ago. The results are better than the previous ones and he’s hoping that this is the final one.
Haikal is now in college majoring in writing and minoring in music.
Haikal knows how to use a gun; he’s a pretty good shot, but he has never had formal training with other weapons. There’s never been a need for him to learn before. That will soon change as Astraeus teaches him how to wield a spear as his main weapon and a sword as his sidearm. He does own a knife but uses it more for practical everyday things rather than fighting.
The spear is imbued with magic. With a word, or a thought from the more experienced rider, the blade disappears and the weapon becomes a staff. Another word compels it shrink and a secondary word commands it to grow back to its normal length.
He has to use a cane to walk sometimes when the pain becomes almost too much, but he absolutely loathes it. He does have a limp that on most days isn’t too noticeable.
Physical therapy is Tuesdays and Thursdays, but he can only go for two more weeks.
He’s not in as much (if any) pain anymore and he can practically feel his leg getting stronger by the day.
His father is going to make him pay back most of the medical bills once he’s out of college.
He’s been hunting and knows how to set up snares and traps.
He lives with a friend in the city instead of with his now richer parents back home. (His father got a significant raise quite a number of years ago)
He owns a guitar that he bought himself and he’s rather proud of that.
The longer he is Air's Rider the more sensitive he becomes to the air around him: feeling unnoticeable currents, slight changes in temperatures, etc.
Notes to self://
Explain spear better later.