ls_cassius.Current to February 2012!
Name: Nathan Attford.
Age: 27
Gender: male
Appearance:
Height: 5'5" ish
Weight: Average
Eyes: Blue, but Stormy
Hair: Blond, short, and well-groomed.
Face/Complexion: Caucasian. Very fair - by nature and from living underground for nearly a year and a half, now. He flushes easily, particularly when he's been drinking. Nathan typically goes clean-shaven.
Build: Not notably large, nor particularly waiflike.
Defining Marks: Scars on his chest and back - an old stab wound that ran him through his left lung. No others of note.
Dress Style: Tailored to within an inch of his life. Favours light-coloured suits and rather colourful waistcoats, when the occasion doesn't demand more formality, as if attempting to combat the local gloom by sheer force of wardrobe.
Possessions always on his person: Ratwork pocketwatch, with hairwork fob. Monogrammed handkerchief (embroidered with blue flowers, unless otherwise noted) Kifers, in an inside pocket. Pencil, box of matches, wallet.
Manner of Speech: Quite casual among friends. He once spent a good deal of time at court, although he's been exiled, and can be as formal as anyone when it suits him. His accent is so thoroughly London one might wonder, but when he's had too much to drink there's certainly a hint of Essex lurking about...
Manner of Movement: Fairly graceful and very confident - sometimes over-confident. Someone with a sharp eye might notice that he plays this up when nervous or embarrassed.
Physical Health: Fairly good, but not remarkable.
IQ: He plays at being foolish, but his eyes and ears are sharp. Much more creative and interpersonal than analytical or intrapersonal.
Extrovert/Introvert: Extrovert
Mental Health: Suffers from nightmares. Fairly stable, besides that.
Goals/Dreams: Keep people he's fond of alive and in one piece, physically and mentally. Find out what the Veteran Privy Counselor's game is. Rumour has it he is pursuing the Marvelous.
Quirks/Habits: At least biweekly "sketching expeditions" in which he finds a comfortable place to sit and sketches passersby to hone his skills. Takes his tea with cream. Odd fondness for dishes including fish. Loathes Shakespeare.
Hobbies/Interests: Painting, poetry, beautiful people of any gender. Medicine, in a practical treatment of injuries sense.
Talents: Painting. Amateur physician. Dancing. Seduction. A fairly decent pickpocket and picker of locks.
Vices: Although once a serious honey addict, he's stopped partaking - pressing him on this matter makes him quite uncomfortable. Seems to be trying to make up the difference with alcohol. He enjoys seduction - both the process and the typical result.
First Impression: Rather shallow artistic-type, playing at being a member of high society.
Philosophy of Life: "We're here for a good time, aren't we?"
Occupation: Openly, painter. Has been seen poking around Wilmot's End too often for it to be a coincidence.
Education: Nathan is not much of a scholar. He's able to converse quite well on actors, poets, musicians, and painters, of course, but his education in the classics is quite lacking.
Home: A small town house near but not too near the fashionable Tower of Eyes.
Finance: Fluctuates. He makes a fair bit as a painter of portraits, but he has little head for money, and tends to spend too much. Since his exile from Court about a year ago, his commissions have been much less reliable.
Marital Status: Currently seeing
scarletolj.Sexual Preference: Some time in the distant future, someone might call Mr. Attford pansexual, though he has a slight preference for men.
Turn-ons: Physical fitness, height (in men only), exciting and/or scandalous behaviour, knowing how to dress well, power, boldness.
Turn-offs: Possessiveness, desperation, declarations of undying love, rudeness, violence. Being soulless, a Seeker, a Tomb-Colonist, a Rubbery Man, or a Devil are nearly always deal-breakers.
Favourite:
Animal: Dogs and bats. Also, penguins.
Color: Vivid ones, oranges and pinks especially.
Drink: Anything from the surface
Food: Fish, turnips (mashed with butter, please), stewed lichens, most kinds of cakes.
Scent: Cologne
Thing to Do: Paint, dance, flirt, in approximately that order.
Least Favourite:
Animal: Sorrow spiders. Also a peculiar antipathy towards monkeys.
Color: Brown
Drink: Cheap mushroom wine. He claims to have "drunk far too much of it, in my time."
Food: Rat
Scent: Decaying things. Mustiness.
Thing to do: Violence is so uncivilized.
