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Description
Name: Rastus Tames
Real Name: Rastus Safi
Species: Hippocampus
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weight: 253
Height: 6'1
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Sea Foam

Job: Scholar – Scribe/Author
Rastus takes great pride in his job and he jokingly will tell anyone who listens that his job will probably be his only love in life. He makes most of his daily money by writing down wealthy requests, no matter how silly they might be, or rewriting city documents whose parchments have worn them to nothing. However, Rastus has a secret passion of writing novels and stories, which usually just remain in his leather bound journals or, if the children are lucky, will be read aloud to them.

Talents:
The first of Rastus’ talents is his penmanship. The scribe wears his heart on his pages, as his writing tends to change with his moods. Usually he has a loopy easy-to-read script, but if he’s excited it tends to be a bit loopier and a tad rushed. If he’s on the melancholy side his writing gets a bit smaller. Despite his writing style changing a bit with his moods, it’s always an art to see his work when finished. The delicate letters are treated with love and care making the letters seem more like artwork on the parchment page. His expanded vocabulary also adds to this black and white artwork.

His second talent is his memory skills. Despite not being able to remember anything of his childhood or past, the hippocampus has the memory of an elephant. He’s one of the types of people who never seem to lose anything important because he can always remember where he put this or that. He has a habit of remembering faces and where he’s met certain people, but will sometimes slip on names. His remembrance doesn’t hold a candle to that of (insert memory leader here), but he can hold his own against an Average Joe.

Finally the scribe is exceptionally organized. Leave him alone in an office for a few moments and he’ll have everything in its proper place from a to z in no time. This could also attribute to his memory skill, since every thing has its place, but he insists that his memory is a force to be reckoned with.

Orientation: Assumed bisexual – Hasn’t really had a relationship before, but has been attracted to both men and women
Status: Single

Personality: Rastus’ personality is based entirely around his social bonds. He’s very considerate of others and is very gentlemanly to everyone he meets. However, he has been known to be quite the protective worrier, especially when it involves people closest to him. He also takes his work very seriously and tends to seem a bit strict when it comes to others in his profession who aren’t giving their 100%. In any other instance he’s the big brother that you wished you had. Rastus takes fondness in spending extra money on those important to him, often treating them to tea and cakes at local cafes, though he rarely splurges on himself outside of basic necessities.

Despite keeping everything organized, he still is a bit of a fish out of water. Like others of his species, he tends to be a bit clumsy on land and since he works with paper, he spends most of his time on solid ground. It’s rather common to see him with ink splattered across his cheeks or down the front of his jacket (it’s why he’s taken a particular liking to darker clothes as it hides it much better) or seeing him sprawled out on the ground from his lack of paying attention. However, he takes his folly with a laugh as long as the only damage was done to himself and not others or his work.

In all honesty, he takes most things about himself with a grain of salt and a broad smile. Where most people would be melancholy about not remembering their past, he tends to just say that it’s best to not let him be down about it or that it was meant to be. Deep down, he does feel a small bit of despair and hopes one day his memories will return to him even if he never will let it show to anyone.

Background:
Born and raised in Elavernis, Rastus lived with his Mother, Father and fraternal twin Réoun. A very happy, normal hippocampus family living near Salu Waterfalls, Réoun and Rastus were both very close to each other and to their parents. It was as if nothing could ever go wrong...

It was their eighth spring, and the skies seemed to open and unleash their fury on the ground below. The boys couldn't stand a minute longer in the cramped home, and as soon as the rain turned to a mere shower they dashed out into the rain. It wasn't fair to keep them pent up in the house, especially on their birthday. Being outside was more than either of them could have dreamed. However, the happiness was short lived. Rastus hadn't been paying entire attention to his brother, and Réoun wandered off.

By the time the older twin has found his beloved brother, Réoun was pinned against the sharp rocks of the cliff walls, with the Waterfall's waves crashing against him so he couldn't escape. Naturally Rastus knew there was no way that he could save his twin, and ran back into the house to enlist the aid of his parents. His mother nearly dropped the cake she had been baking for them before she hastily out into the steady falling rain. Rastus' father gripped his shoulder and shook his head when Rastus tried to follow. It was agonizing just having to wait. When his father could no longer take it, both he and Rastus fled to the banks of the waterfall. Réoun looked up at them with sad eyes and mentioned "Mommy won’t wake up…"

It had been determined later that she had died instantly and by her peaceful expression she had no doubts in her decision. Rastus had begun to blame himself...if he had just kept a closer eye on Réoun... However, he had to push aside these feelings, for his brother and for his father. The older brother had taken it upon his shoulders to carry the burden of the family's sorrow. He quickly began taking odd jobs around the small town to help out his father who was sliding deeper and deeper into fits of depression. Being able to read very well and write a little, helped Rastus take on better tasks.

Shortly after things had begun to settle for the family, tragedy struck again. His father was unable to cope with the loss of his beloved, and by slipping into the night ended his own life. Now that the boys were alone, Reoun developed a horribly powerful brother complex. It was up to him to take care of Réoun. Rastus took any job that was handed to him, without accepting a flat out handout. He had too much pride for that. Two more springs passed and the brothers finally found peace with themselves and their parents untimely deaths.

However, that would not be the only tragedy to befall the twins.

Oh his way to work for the local baker, Rastus wasn't paying as much attention as he should in the early morning light. With most of the town still asleep, it was the perfect time for thieves to rule the streets. The 10 year old didn't stand a chance when he was found by some local thugs. Nobody heard his screams as he was attacked by the group, and nobody heard them carrying him out of town after they had knocked him out.

When the boy woke up, he couldn't remember anything nor did he recognize where he was. Luckily he could still read and understand the words. Emerald City. He could also remember his first name...Rastus... Everything else was just sort of this inky blackness. Rastus managed to seek help from a small clinic who treated his still bleeding head wound, and offered to direct him to a local orphanage to help find his family. Though he accepted the treatments, he declined in hopes that his memories would return soon and he could go home.

The hippocampus found that living on the streets was quite a difficult task, but luck was indeed looking out for him in his 11th spring. Though he had quite an experience for working when he had a past, the boy had taken to the ease of pickpocketing since another street urchin told him how. For once, crime paid. Rastus had casually dipped his fingers into another's pouch in hopes of getting something to eat, when delicate fingers gently gripped his wrist. A well known scribe, Arthur Tames, glanced down at the would-be thief with warm eyes.

Arthur was a chimera already well into his years, and had no family of his own. For some reason, he saw the potential in Rastus. Instead of hauling him off to jail for swiping some coins, he hauled him instead to his shop and proclaimed that the boy would work for him until his debt was paid. If Rastus wanted to continue to work for him once the daily work was done, then he was welcome to work with pay. By sun's set, Rastus had not only finished the tasks asked of him, but a few other chores for the scribe in hopes of getting a bit of floor to sleep on.

Once Arthur noticed that Rastus could read, he took the hippocampus as his apprentice and more so adopted him. Rastus filled the emptiness of a missing last name with his master's. By the age of 15 he already had a bit of a name for himself with his flowing letters.

However, something...something always would catch his attention. It would be common for the hippocampus to fall into a bit of a trance from time to time and just stare to the east. Rastus would quickly snap out of it upon being caught and go back to work, but it was obvious something was calling to him... What?? Nobody knew...

In his 17th year, Arthur passed away leaving Rastus his shop and lively hood. Rastus took his master's work gratefully, now a polished Scholar himself. Upon his 18th Spring, Rastus closed the shop temporarily and headed east. Whatever had been calling him with magic, finally had his attention.

Additional Info:
Family:
Father: Chióni; Deceased
Mother: Aió̱nios; Deceased
Siblings: Réoun; Brother (not that he remembers)

Likes:
▪ The smell of the ocean at dawn
▪ Luke-warm mint tea with heaps of sugar in it
▪ Curled up on a rainy afternoon with a good book (or in some cases writing his own stories)

Dislikes:
▪ His clumsiness ruining things
▪ The idea of happy families, since he can’t remember his own
▪ Mismatching items (i.e. slightly different ink colors, different socks, etc.)

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Jesus Christ. They said to be detailed about stuff and I just got crazy writing. ;A; I hope I get accepted... *dies a little inside if she doesn't*

Description
Name: Rastus Tames
Real Name: Rastus Safi
Species: Hippocampus
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weight: 253
Height: 6'1
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Sea Foam

Job: Scholar – Scribe/Author
Rastus takes great pride in his job and he jokingly will tell anyone who listens that his job will probably be his only love in life. He makes most of his daily money by writing down wealthy requests, no matter how silly they might be, or rewriting city documents whose parchments have worn them to nothing. However, Rastus has a secret passion of writing novels and stories, which usually just remain in his leather bound journals or, if the children are lucky, will be read aloud to them.

Talents:
The first of Rastus’ talents is his penmanship. The scribe wears his heart on his pages, as his writing tends to change with his moods. Usually he has a loopy easy-to-read script, but if he’s excited it tends to be a bit loopier and a tad rushed. If he’s on the melancholy side his writing gets a bit smaller. Despite his writing style changing a bit with his moods, it’s always an art to see his work when finished. The delicate letters are treated with love and care making the letters seem more like artwork on the parchment page. His expanded vocabulary also adds to this black and white artwork.

His second talent is his memory skills. Despite not being able to remember anything of his childhood or past, the hippocampus has the memory of an elephant. He’s one of the types of people who never seem to lose anything important because he can always remember where he put this or that. He has a habit of remembering faces and where he’s met certain people, but will sometimes slip on names. His remembrance doesn’t hold a candle to that of (insert memory leader here), but he can hold his own against an Average Joe.

Finally the scribe is exceptionally organized. Leave him alone in an office for a few moments and he’ll have everything in its proper place from a to z in no time. This could also attribute to his memory skill, since every thing has its place, but he insists that his memory is a force to be reckoned with.

Orientation: Assumed bisexual – Hasn’t really had a relationship before, but has been attracted to both men and women
Status: Single

Personality: Rastus’ personality is based entirely around his social bonds. He’s very considerate of others and is very gentlemanly to everyone he meets. However, he has been known to be quite the protective worrier, especially when it involves people closest to him. He also takes his work very seriously and tends to seem a bit strict when it comes to others in his profession who aren’t giving their 100%. In any other instance he’s the big brother that you wished you had. Rastus takes fondness in spending extra money on those important to him, often treating them to tea and cakes at local cafes, though he rarely splurges on himself outside of basic necessities.

Despite keeping everything organized, he still is a bit of a fish out of water. Like others of his species, he tends to be a bit clumsy on land and since he works with paper, he spends most of his time on solid ground. It’s rather common to see him with ink splattered across his cheeks or down the front of his jacket (it’s why he’s taken a particular liking to darker clothes as it hides it much better) or seeing him sprawled out on the ground from his lack of paying attention. However, he takes his folly with a laugh as long as the only damage was done to himself and not others or his work.

In all honesty, he takes most things about himself with a grain of salt and a broad smile. Where most people would be melancholy about not remembering their past, he tends to just say that it’s best to not let him be down about it or that it was meant to be. Deep down, he does feel a small bit of despair and hopes one day his memories will return to him even if he never will let it show to anyone.

Background:
Born and raised in Elavernis, Rastus lived with his Mother, Father and fraternal twin Réoun. A very happy, normal hippocampus family living near Salu Waterfalls, Réoun and Rastus were both very close to each other and to their parents. It was as if nothing could ever go wrong...

It was their eighth spring, and the skies seemed to open and unleash their fury on the ground below. The boys couldn't stand a minute longer in the cramped home, and as soon as the rain turned to a mere shower they dashed out into the rain. It wasn't fair to keep them pent up in the house, especially on their birthday. Being outside was more than either of them could have dreamed. However, the happiness was short lived. Rastus hadn't been paying entire attention to his brother, and Réoun wandered off.

By the time the older twin has found his beloved brother, Réoun was pinned against the sharp rocks of the cliff walls, with the Waterfall's waves crashing against him so he couldn't escape. Naturally Rastus knew there was no way that he could save his twin, and ran back into the house to enlist the aid of his parents. His mother nearly dropped the cake she had been baking for them before she hastily out into the steady falling rain. Rastus' father gripped his shoulder and shook his head when Rastus tried to follow. It was agonizing just having to wait. When his father could no longer take it, both he and Rastus fled to the banks of the waterfall. Réoun looked up at them with sad eyes and mentioned "Mommy won’t wake up…"

It had been determined later that she had died instantly and by her peaceful expression she had no doubts in her decision. Rastus had begun to blame himself...if he had just kept a closer eye on Réoun... However, he had to push aside these feelings, for his brother and for his father. The older brother had taken it upon his shoulders to carry the burden of the family's sorrow. He quickly began taking odd jobs around the small town to help out his father who was sliding deeper and deeper into fits of depression. Being able to read very well and write a little, helped Rastus take on better tasks.

Shortly after things had begun to settle for the family, tragedy struck again. His father was unable to cope with the loss of his beloved, and by slipping into the night ended his own life. Now that the boys were alone, Reoun developed a horribly powerful brother complex. It was up to him to take care of Réoun. Rastus took any job that was handed to him, without accepting a flat out handout. He had too much pride for that. Two more springs passed and the brothers finally found peace with themselves and their parents untimely deaths.

However, that would not be the only tragedy to befall the twins.

Oh his way to work for the local baker, Rastus wasn't paying as much attention as he should in the early morning light. With most of the town still asleep, it was the perfect time for thieves to rule the streets. The 10 year old didn't stand a chance when he was found by some local thugs. Nobody heard his screams as he was attacked by the group, and nobody heard them carrying him out of town after they had knocked him out.

When the boy woke up, he couldn't remember anything nor did he recognize where he was. Luckily he could still read and understand the words. Emerald City. He could also remember his first name...Rastus... Everything else was just sort of this inky blackness. Rastus managed to seek help from a small clinic who treated his still bleeding head wound, and offered to direct him to a local orphanage to help find his family. Though he accepted the treatments, he declined in hopes that his memories would return soon and he could go home.

The hippocampus found that living on the streets was quite a difficult task, but luck was indeed looking out for him in his 11th spring. Though he had quite an experience for working when he had a past, the boy had taken to the ease of pickpocketing since another street urchin told him how. For once, crime paid. Rastus had casually dipped his fingers into another's pouch in hopes of getting something to eat, when delicate fingers gently gripped his wrist. A well known scribe, Arthur Tames, glanced down at the would-be thief with warm eyes.

Arthur was a chimera already well into his years, and had no family of his own. For some reason, he saw the potential in Rastus. Instead of hauling him off to jail for swiping some coins, he hauled him instead to his shop and proclaimed that the boy would work for him until his debt was paid. If Rastus wanted to continue to work for him once the daily work was done, then he was welcome to work with pay. By sun's set, Rastus had not only finished the tasks asked of him, but a few other chores for the scribe in hopes of getting a bit of floor to sleep on.

Once Arthur noticed that Rastus could read, he took the hippocampus as his apprentice and more so adopted him. Rastus filled the emptiness of a missing last name with his master's. By the age of 15 he already had a bit of a name for himself with his flowing letters.

However, something...something always would catch his attention. It would be common for the hippocampus to fall into a bit of a trance from time to time and just stare to the east. Rastus would quickly snap out of it upon being caught and go back to work, but it was obvious something was calling to him... What?? Nobody knew...

In his 17th year, Arthur passed away leaving Rastus his shop and lively hood. Rastus took his master's work gratefully, now a polished Scholar himself. Upon his 18th Spring, Rastus closed the shop temporarily and headed east. Whatever had been calling him with magic, finally had his attention.

Additional Info:
Family:
Father: Chióni; Deceased
Mother: Aió̱nios; Deceased
Siblings: Réoun; Brother (not that he remembers)

Likes:
▪ The smell of the ocean at dawn
▪ Luke-warm mint tea with heaps of sugar in it
▪ Curled up on a rainy afternoon with a good book (or in some cases writing his own stories)

Dislikes:
▪ His clumsiness ruining things
▪ The idea of happy families, since he can’t remember his own
▪ Mismatching items (i.e. slightly different ink colors, different socks, etc.)

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Jesus Christ. They said to be detailed about stuff and I just got crazy writing. ;A; I hope I get accepted... *dies a little inside if she doesn't*