Char Sheet
Name: Tranio Basala

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearence: 5'9'' 148 lbs. Short roan hair with green tips. Two short antlers, barely two prongs each, poke up about five inches from his skull, they are set on either side of his head about four inches above his ears. His beryl-hazel eyes are set under light eyebrows and above sharp cheekbones on either side of a proud nose. Pointed ears with several piercings each. typically dressed in white t-shirt and jeans with sandals. frequently barefoot.

Monster: Puck (mischevious wood sprite)

Forms: When feeling solitary, turns himself into either an oak, tulip poplar, sycamore or cedar

Powers: Exceptional speed, reaction time and senses. Has empathic/telepathic qualities with all plants and some animals.

Weapons: The aphroditic juice of a hermaphroditic flower. XD If any of you catch that quote, I'll buy you dinner.

Classes taking: Botany, Geology, Performance Arts courses, Various history courses,

Abilitys: Strength - 7-10
Speed- 9 - 10
Wisdom- 8-10
Recovery- 4-10
Healing - 4 -10
Endurance- 8-10
Fighting Skill- 6-10
Agility- 10-10

History: Traveled from the forests of the Ukraine, swindling humans and generally raising a ruckus. Avoiding his elder siblings and mother, They want him to settle into his forest and merely mess with those that deign to travel through it. Tranio is more adventurous. He wants to mess with anyone he can, not just those that show up. Bit of a trouble-maker, been known to make fertilizer of those who get in his way.


Sample

Tranio sits up and stretches, long arms over his short red hair and ivory antlers, ruffling pianists fingers across the back of his head and neck before resettling in his chair, listening idly to chatter throughout the pub. A smirk spreads across his face as he peruses the crowd, wondering just what sort of trouble he could get himself into. His hazel eyes never rest too long on any singular person. Finishing his beer, he raises a hand and gives a brazen wink to the buxom blonde waitress as she walks over with another BlueMoon bottle. Leaning forward, his elbows placed on the table, he watches a drunkard as he leaves, gaze mirthful. He mutters to himself before taking a long swig of his beer. "Too much liquor makes a body bitter. No good for fertilizer." He snorts and glances around, debating about whether to pester a cute brunette at the bar or to go use the restroom. His bladder won out and he stands up to stride, long legs making his way through the crowded pub, past the small three piece band as they set up. A few minutes later, after washing his hands, Tranio straightens his blue jeans. Re-tying his green scarf, he heads back to his seat, stopping to share a brief joke with the band. They stand chatting for a moment, making introductions and small talk. He eyes the brunette as her surrounding posse giggle, shoving the petite girl forward, nearly causing her to spill a glass of whiskey that she immediate thrust to him, a flirtatious smile in place. Tranio looks up, amusedly greeting her. "Well Evening to you miss." He accepts the glass with a pleasant grin and knocks back the proffered whiskey. He makes a surprised noise and eyes the glass. "The good stuff eh?" Placing the glass on a passing waitress's tray, he offers the shy girl his hand. "Name's Tranio Basala, just don't call me Tranny." He jokes with a wink.