Name: Seth McCorlly
Race: Formerly Human. Now? Well, I've
been referred to as a "Changeling Demon,"
but never really felt the need to verify it.
Age: So hard to keep track... I'd say about
256 years or so. I look about 15 or 16
though, 'cuz of... well, I'll get to that later.
Hight: 'Bout 5'9'', maybe 5'10''.
Weight: 198 lbs
Appearance: Very human like. Long, white hair, with a prominent streak of red (weather this is natural or a dye job is unknown). He separates the red from white, which is tied in a pony tail. He has pale skin, and his eyes are blank white, with a soft, offset glow about them. Wears a jet black zip hoodie, which he zips up about half way, with a navy blue tee underneath, faded jeans, and B/W sneakers.
Bio: Well, I was born in the October of 1751, in the city of London. Born into poverty, I was quickly orphaned by the wretched hand of sickness, who took both my parents, and nearly myself as well. Being an orphaned child on the city streets was not an easy task to conquer. I had to learn to defend myself almost immediately after my parents' death, taking up pick pocketing and such until I reached the age of ten. That is when I stowed away on a trade ship on its way to the Americas (which were then the colonies). Upon my arrival, life, although still not glamorous, did improve. I got a small job with the local newspaper, and took up archery. All was going well, until late one winter night. I was fifteen at the time, and had just finished a day at the print shop. It, being winter, was freezing. As I was walking, an old woman came up to me. Her skin was pale, her eyes, cloudy, and she asked "Please young sir, can you spare me some change?"
I looked, and as sad as it was, i could do nothing. "I'm sorry," I explained " but I cannot."
"But please..." she begged.
"I can't, i don-"
"I BEG of you sir! PLEASE!"
"LISTEN, YOU HAG!" I exclaimed, "I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE! NOW LEAVE ME BE, YOU WITCH!"
This was a wretched mistake that of which I still regret.
"YOU DARE INSULT ME!?!?" A new fire in her eyes set alight, as she bellowed, "YOU CALL ME A WITCH? A HAG? WELL, SEE HOW
YOU DEAL WITH FOREVER SUFFERING FOR WHAT YOU ARE, CHILD!"
With those words I felt a surge of pain shock wave throughout my body. Before blacking out from the pain, i heard the hag say "Witch indeed, child. You will forever live with your greed."
The following morning, I awoke within the forest on the outskirts of town. I went to drink from the river before heading back, and was shocked by my reflection. My skin was pale, my eyes white, as was my hair. I couldn't explain it, but I no longer felt human either. I knew I couldn't return to town now. I was a demon of the forest now, and I always would be.
Skills: Can easily disguise himself as a human, decent thieving skills, great archery skills, has Changeling abilities.
Flaws: Short fused, somewhat lazy, socially impaired (loner), a little gullible, despite his age, still acts like a teenage boy
Sorry if this is a little sub par. this is kinda my first time RPing on a forum...