ATTICUS DRIMALI

[atticus drimali]

ATTICUS OLIVER DRIMALI.



I wish I could fly
And magically appear and disappear
I wish I could fly
I'd fly far away from here

OOC
alias: Christine!
experience: about 4-5 years ^^
how did you find us: advertised on a site i’m on, and cause of ellie :3
other characters: nonneee~
rules password: the lantern.



THE BASICS
name: Atticus Oliver Drimali
nicknames: none, really.
age: 16 years old.
birthdate: December 6th.
race&species: Telmarine
rank: middle-class
occupation: stable-hand.



THE PHYSICAL
body type: atticus has muscles, sure, but they’re lacking in comparison with the real buff guys out there. he’s got more of the body of a scholar, not a fighter.
hair: short and unruly, atticus’s hair is almost always standing up, or sticking up in crazy ways, and he doesn’t bother with it much. It is a dark brown, nearly almost black, and much replicates his own father’s hair colour.
eyes: almond-like shape, and slightly heavy-lidded, although they are a warm chestnut colour.
height: 5 foot 6 inches.
weight: 142 lbs.
facial features: he has sharp features, but his smile is the most dominant. He is nearly always grinning, and his smile is contagious. His eyes are dark and don’t stand out much.
clothing: atticus would much rather dress in his favorite pants, even though they may appear ripped, and patched in certain places, accompanied with his dark boots, with his pants tucked perfectly into them. he usually wears a nicely fit white shirt, covered with a loose vest over it.
racial features: he beh hooman. >D
anything else: he’s taken good care of himself for the most part, but has a small cut on his cheek from when he was riding on one of the horses, and was cut by a branch. Otherwise, he’s stayed away from adventure and scarring for the most part.
playby: Francisco Lachowski



THE MENTAL

likes: Atticus enjoys reading, sleeping, eating, and watching Eydie try to learn how to fight. He’s far to occupied by studying to be some sort of ambassador to actually attempt to fight himself. He likes being inside when its raining, and exploring, though he never does so. Exploring is more of a hobby that he wishes he could pursue. He likes animals, and water even though he will never go in it, and he truly enjoys roaming the land his family owns, and watching the people around the farm that pass by. Lastly, he really likes silence. He can spend forever cooped up in his own mind, just thinking to himself, with no noise to bother him.

dislikes: Atticus hates loud noises, having to clean up the horses’…excrement, being compared to other people, and being restricted into one spot. Even though he’s remained quite in the same place for most of his life, and has never spoken out against it, he’s always wished he could. He dislikes thunder and lightning, and sharks. Actually, he’s got a distaste for most dangerous under water creatures. He dislikes waking up in the morning, bright and early, and hates bugs and bad cooks.

strengths: Atticus excels in writing and reading things, and has been attempting to learn other languages in order to make his potential for becoming an ambassador grow. He’s especially good at cleaning up the stables, and calming down the horses when they act up. He’s a great runner and athlete, though he doesn’t tend to like to practice enough to really and truly excel.

weaknesses: Atticus doesn’t know how to swim, and when he gets into something, (say reading a novel or letter of some sort) it is hard to bring him away from it. he is forgetful and can sometimes be rather klutzy, though for the most part, he pays close attention to his feet, which explains why he often walks with his head down. He always needs to be clean, which is rather annoying, as he freaks out whenever he gets really and truly dirty. Which, as you can probably guess, is why he’s not always the best stable hand, and why he hates when the horse’s ‘relieve themselves’.

fears: Atticus is terrified of sharks, death, growing old and achieving nothing, and becoming shameful to his father.

general personality: If anything, Atticus can be described as studious. He keeps to himself in a way that might even come across as cold and detached to those who don’t know him better. For any close friends, they’d be completely aware that if he’s quiet? He’s thinking. And by thinking, he’s deep in the recesses of his own mind, trying to get away from reality. He can be rather sarcastic, and if he actually is paying attention to what you’re saying, he’s quick with a response. In all reality, his head is off in the clouds for the most part, and that is why if you ask him something on occasion, you might actually need to shove him to get him to even moderately hear you. He’s quiet and enjoys silence more than anything, as stated before, he can be perfectly happy sitting on a rock by the lake and reading for hours and hours on end.

He’s easily frightened, but he would never admit that to anyone. There is a deep sense of pride in his being, as small of an amount it may be. Most of that pride comes directly from the adoration he received from his parents, so it is a trait that he’s not always aware that he has. For the most part, he’s nice, though he does not trust easily, and that deters him away from making many friends, aside from the fact that he prefers books over friends anyways! Atticus wishes that he could be more adventurous, and secretly holds a desire to leave his farm and explore, but he realizes what is realistic, and respects that for now, stable hand is his calling, instead of exploration and intellect.



THE HISTORICAL
parents: adele & julius drimali
siblings: Ophelia Drimali, 19 years old.

history: Atticus had always been treated well, and he was well aware that he was more of the…favored child in the family. he always felt sort of bad for it, but in the beginning, his sister and him were never very close, so it never was a pressuring feeling in his mind. He always put his sisters needs and feelings on the side, and cared more about himself. As much as he hates to look back on his nasty attitude, which of course, was never really downright nasty, he cannot change it. Atticus knew that his family was not really privileged or anything, and still, he often asked about taking lessons from a native centaur down the street, or something of that sort. He strived to learn more and more, and began to look down at Eydie for acting out whenever he walked past.

Eydie was a sister that Atticus thought was more of a nusance than anything, and rather than spend time with her, the younger sibling spent his days with his father, or finding his release in literature and going to the local market and listening to tales of Aslan and The Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve. When his mother passed away, he had to admit, sorrow struck his soul. Though Adele never paid Atticus the attention Julius had, Atticus still adored her as any son would, and felt emotional stress at her lose. Surprisingly enough, he found a friend in his sister, and began to see from her eyes what it was like growing up as the black sheep, in a way. The two siblings became closer and closer, and now they are the best of friends, through thick and thin.



THE ROLEPLAYING
canon or original character: original!
why do you want to play this character: cause I love Narnia, and I like rp
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roleplay sample: kai walked out of the hospital in a bit of a rush. he was flustered after a long day’s work of looking through microscopes and testing countless samples, and hadn't given himself a break since the day he lost fae. he had just gotten this job and appreciated the opportunity to study for cures for diseases of all sorts, but he had come here to find fae, not get a steady job. he wanted to bring her home, yet as much as he hated to admit it, the stupid island of manna was growing on him.
unfortunately, he had still not found his sister. sure, he had figured out that she was at roseate spires academy, (though he believed she deserved to be attending wingate) and yet -- to find her amongst the mass of people was the hard part. letting out an exasperated sigh, he ran his hand through his hair, and peered around. it was cold, and he expected that. he put on his gloves and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

today had been a long day. kai would rather have been at home, working there, but he had no official choice that often. he could work from home if he pleased, but he didn't have the high-tech microscopes at home, therefore he saved his 'home-work' for paperwork that he could do in the comfort of his house. yes, house. there was no way he was trusting anyone at the hotel california, therefore all he really could do was get his own place. in addition to that, he was expecting fae to want to stay, therefore he would move her from her dorm into his house. he was absolutely disgusted at the idea that she would have to sleep in a room with some other stranger, in a compact space, with hardly any feeling of home. no, fae would have no decision but to move into his house.

fae was an interesting girl, and kai loved her more than he loved his own life. he wanted her to be happy, yes, but at the same time, safety was a necessary concern of his. he wasn't about ready to let a demon take his only family left away from him. kai used to be a fun loving kid, before he was ten and before his parents were killed. if fae had been old enough to remember, she would be able to know that this was a true statement. kai had no worries in the world before then, and -- their death and the responsibility of fae's life and joy. but, fae...as much as kai loved her, she was a trouble-maker when it came to her powers, and kai was always there to get her out of danger. he felt that here on manna, he was unable to do that, until he found her. there had been countless times in which kai just wanted to give up. after all, no matter what he did to protect his sister, she went off and did something else. he had no idea what to do for her anymore, because she had even gone against his wishes and came to this island. his power was useless against her now, and while he wanted to be happy for her, he couldn't help but feel betrayed slightly. after all the work he had gone through to keep his beloved sister safe, she still managed to get into trouble. the faerie didn't want to imagine how many times she had met up with a demon here, and he quickly wondered if perhaps she had been killed too. shaking his head quickly, he pushed the terrible thought aside. he would feel it if fae was dead, and he had felt nothing except for anxiety in finding her. so no, she couldn't be dead.

he had started walking away from the building when he let his mind wander to neilo. kai had left without him, knowing he would soon follow. he was taking his sweet time getting here obviously, but that was fine, kai supposed. he sighed and looked up to see a familiar figure before him. not directly in front of him, but he was fairly certain he could see someone in the distance, someone small, with little wings. fae? that couldn't be her, right? he was hallucinating after a tiring day, probably. but -- he was so curious to see if it was her. so, without further ado, he walked swiftly in her direction, and when he approached her, he tapped her lightly on the shoulder. 'fae?' he questioned, tilting his head to the side in anticipation. please be her, please be her.

[Susan Pevensie]

ACCEPTED

More of an FYI: in your history, you mentioned him hearing stories of Aslan and the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve; in general, from what we know, that wouldn't have happened in Telmarine-controlled Narnia. So those stories could only really have been heard over the last five years. Other than that, welcome![/center]