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PUROOO FOR THE WINNNNN /thrown off cliff
excuse my lame skills for drawing men. BUT HELLO MY FIRST MALE CHARACTER. SAY HI TO EVERYONE//killed

name : Ruiseart Acelin Thorheart
( Roo ish art )

region : Puro

tea : Winter Spice

gender: Male

age: 21

height/weight: 6'4 / 195lbs

tattoo : Mid Back no it's not a trampstampLOL

history:

Time before Essence/Tea Brewing:
Ruiseart is a young man from a french-irish family. His red hair was one to stand out since a young age, gaining some physical traits of his mother's heritage. He was always fond of books and anything peculiar which lead him to a great strain of knowledge. However it wasn't overly abnormal, Ruiseart studied into depth of a few things others may not want to adventure into. Such as medicines, abnormalities, and strange phenomena. He had a high taste for fantasy like things, or something out the odds to perhaps happen. He found anything with a 'mystical' feeling intriguing. He was always known to fool around in the kitchen as well, or other care givers with ridiculous pranks and evil ' sinister' plans of his. As he aged slowly however, he always kept in mind of the brewing ceremony coming near to call upon an essence of his own. Having older relatives with said essences, and their own magnificent brew and lightly incensed teas made him ponder his own. He put delicate thought into how to go about it, but could never fully decide a simple path. He wandered in the winter's cold thrushes of snow over the garden floors. He stared quietly at the snowflakes falling from the sky, watching his breath become a fog out of his mouth. He didn't mind his glasses clouding over for just that moment, maybe even taking them off to feel the light specks fall onto his lashes. He returned as his mother called for him to assist in household studies, but kept in mind what the winter has brought him. The cold, alluring and calming flakes of the frozen precipitation. The white blanketed grounds, and the seemingly lifeless and dormant trees showing their bare figures. The winter brought what seemed to be the warm and delicate part of his heart out. In his personality, this was something that was not often seen after the age of 10 due to his father passing, and his uncle ensuring that they were well cared for, took over a few things. He preferred his father's methods over his uncles, often throwing harsh words upon the table with a mischievous aura behind it, perhaps a little bratty as well.

The day of the tea ceremony has finally come, he stood before the table in the room staring at the finely crafted cup infront of him. He took a teabag, one he had prepared with thoughts of the season before him, which again was Winter. With the calming snowflakes in mind, he brewed the tea and let the aroma flow. Within finishing, a person appeared before him. A young woman who was to be his familiar. After the few moments of silence, and staring, he pondered if she would name herself, or he would.

He waited momentarily, asking her for a name.
No response, with a shake of her head soon replying " I do not possess one." He pondered quietly, thinking of a name that would suit her.

" Then from here on, you shall be known as Eventyr."

Up To current Age ( 8 years later)

Ruiseart continued his studies more into depth. From a young man, he used to be very short, barely reaching up to 5'3 at the age of 15. He experienced massive growth spurts till the age of 18, resulting an entire foot and an inch added to his height. He was now towering over most of the pestering and teasing classmates of a few years past. He has also grown to be more reserved, trying to be more respectful, and tending to his mother's possible needs due to her declining health. His relationship with his familiar, Eventyr is still fairly distant. When she asks for questions, he tells her to search for a book in the library. A place where he had her to become accustomed to, so that she could find her answers. He still cares for her, sometimes looking as if he was possessive over her, or rather over protective. However this trait doesn't come out completely and has a bit of a mask played by his wit. His relationship with Eventyr is still progressing to be more open to this day. However Ruiseart does have the tendency to tease people occasionally, and plays well planned pranks upon them. Enough that he would make small diagrams to perhaps get back at someone in an act of trickery. He finds their reactions humorous on the occasion, sometimes waiting for someone to come along for the joke to commence.

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additional info.:

Personality:
Cold
- He's known to be overly blunt towards other, using harsh truths and not sugar coating his speech. Even towards young children.
Reserved
- After the events in his teenage years, he's become more quiet. But he's willing to speak with people occasionally and can uphold a decent conversation. Someone he speaks with most is his relatives and Eventyr.
Jokester
- He loves to play and plan pranks. This was a trait he never really grew out of. He claims that winter, and ice go well for planning the most 'interesting ' of events to happen.

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Other:
- Pervert on occasion.
- Hides certain things from Eventyr for good reasons
- Can be referred to as Ace from his Cousins.
- Will plan something sinister for those mocking his red hair.
- Is a master with tactics and strategy due to his cruel fun and games as a child. Still can be overly naive though, and underestimate some people.

Partner : Eventyr

Description
PUROOO FOR THE WINNNNN /thrown off cliff
excuse my lame skills for drawing men. BUT HELLO MY FIRST MALE CHARACTER. SAY HI TO EVERYONE//killed

name : Ruiseart Acelin Thorheart
( Roo ish art )

region : Puro

tea : Winter Spice

gender: Male

age: 21

height/weight: 6'4 / 195lbs

tattoo : Mid Back no it's not a trampstampLOL

history:

Time before Essence/Tea Brewing:
Ruiseart is a young man from a french-irish family. His red hair was one to stand out since a young age, gaining some physical traits of his mother's heritage. He was always fond of books and anything peculiar which lead him to a great strain of knowledge. However it wasn't overly abnormal, Ruiseart studied into depth of a few things others may not want to adventure into. Such as medicines, abnormalities, and strange phenomena. He had a high taste for fantasy like things, or something out the odds to perhaps happen. He found anything with a 'mystical' feeling intriguing. He was always known to fool around in the kitchen as well, or other care givers with ridiculous pranks and evil ' sinister' plans of his. As he aged slowly however, he always kept in mind of the brewing ceremony coming near to call upon an essence of his own. Having older relatives with said essences, and their own magnificent brew and lightly incensed teas made him ponder his own. He put delicate thought into how to go about it, but could never fully decide a simple path. He wandered in the winter's cold thrushes of snow over the garden floors. He stared quietly at the snowflakes falling from the sky, watching his breath become a fog out of his mouth. He didn't mind his glasses clouding over for just that moment, maybe even taking them off to feel the light specks fall onto his lashes. He returned as his mother called for him to assist in household studies, but kept in mind what the winter has brought him. The cold, alluring and calming flakes of the frozen precipitation. The white blanketed grounds, and the seemingly lifeless and dormant trees showing their bare figures. The winter brought what seemed to be the warm and delicate part of his heart out. In his personality, this was something that was not often seen after the age of 10 due to his father passing, and his uncle ensuring that they were well cared for, took over a few things. He preferred his father's methods over his uncles, often throwing harsh words upon the table with a mischievous aura behind it, perhaps a little bratty as well.

The day of the tea ceremony has finally come, he stood before the table in the room staring at the finely crafted cup infront of him. He took a teabag, one he had prepared with thoughts of the season before him, which again was Winter. With the calming snowflakes in mind, he brewed the tea and let the aroma flow. Within finishing, a person appeared before him. A young woman who was to be his familiar. After the few moments of silence, and staring, he pondered if she would name herself, or he would.

He waited momentarily, asking her for a name.
No response, with a shake of her head soon replying " I do not possess one." He pondered quietly, thinking of a name that would suit her.

" Then from here on, you shall be known as Eventyr."

Up To current Age ( 8 years later)

Ruiseart continued his studies more into depth. From a young man, he used to be very short, barely reaching up to 5'3 at the age of 15. He experienced massive growth spurts till the age of 18, resulting an entire foot and an inch added to his height. He was now towering over most of the pestering and teasing classmates of a few years past. He has also grown to be more reserved, trying to be more respectful, and tending to his mother's possible needs due to her declining health. His relationship with his familiar, Eventyr is still fairly distant. When she asks for questions, he tells her to search for a book in the library. A place where he had her to become accustomed to, so that she could find her answers. He still cares for her, sometimes looking as if he was possessive over her, or rather over protective. However this trait doesn't come out completely and has a bit of a mask played by his wit. His relationship with Eventyr is still progressing to be more open to this day. However Ruiseart does have the tendency to tease people occasionally, and plays well planned pranks upon them. Enough that he would make small diagrams to perhaps get back at someone in an act of trickery. He finds their reactions humorous on the occasion, sometimes waiting for someone to come along for the joke to commence.

------

additional info.:

Personality:
Cold
- He's known to be overly blunt towards other, using harsh truths and not sugar coating his speech. Even towards young children.
Reserved
- After the events in his teenage years, he's become more quiet. But he's willing to speak with people occasionally and can uphold a decent conversation. Someone he speaks with most is his relatives and Eventyr.
Jokester
- He loves to play and plan pranks. This was a trait he never really grew out of. He claims that winter, and ice go well for planning the most 'interesting ' of events to happen.

-----
Other:
- Pervert on occasion.
- Hides certain things from Eventyr for good reasons
- Can be referred to as Ace from his Cousins.
- Will plan something sinister for those mocking his red hair.
- Is a master with tactics and strategy due to his cruel fun and games as a child. Still can be overly naive though, and underestimate some people.

Partner : Eventyr