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☆ █ ⁞ ROLE ̶ Wizard
☆ █ ⁞ FULL NAME ̶ Llŷr Llediaith / Llŷr the Half-speech.
☆ █ ⁞ NICKNAME ̶ Wizard, Mage, etc., are such things Llŷr is commonly referred to since few even have the slightest clue as to what his real name is.
☆ █ ⁞ GENDER ̶ Male
☆ █ ⁞ AGE ̶ Unknown, appears to be a juvenile/young adult of sorts.
☆ █ ⁞ BIRTHDAY ̶ Unknown
☆ █ ⁞ ORIENTATION ̶ Refuses to state. (Along the lines of asexual.)
☆ █ ⁞ HEIGHT ̶ Approximately 5 feet and nine inches; give or take half an inch.
☆ █ ⁞ WEIGHT ̶ 132 lbs
☆ █ ⁞ HAIR ̶ White and of medium length.
☆ █ ⁞ EYES ̶ A case of Alexandria's Genesis; eyes which are a pale, silverish, violet-blue.
☆ █ ⁞ SKIN ̶ Genetics is such a peculiar thing, and the science is the reasoning behind Llŷr's spectre-like appearance. Ghostly pale skin and all.
☆ █ ⁞ BODY SHAPE ̶ Llŷr is light of frame and relatively lanky in build. He does have some muscle on him, however, it's enough to deem him healthy enough.
☆ █ ⁞ HOBBIES ̶ Reading, sky gazing (for there is so much more than just the stars and the clouds up there), bird watching, drawing, charm making, and fortune telling.
☆ █ ⁞ GOOD TRAIT ̶ He is almost always maintaining a quirky, light-hearted, and rather hospitable demeanour. An unorthodox, yet astoundingly clever, mind and a superb sense of creativity.
☆ █ ⁞ BAD TRAIT ̶ Hermit like behaviour, a dangerous amount of curiosity, habit of building various facades, and sheer nonchalance towards most people. Naive when it comes to regular social conduct, alongside some other tendencies such as being a wise-cracking smart aleck and impulsive.
☆ █ ⁞ HATE ITEMS ̶ Stories with "happily ever after"; sour, bitter foods; bugs such as flies and mosquitoes; anything made of iron
☆ █ ⁞ DISLIKE ITEMS ̶ Imitated/fake dragon eggs; spicy dishes; cheap pens/pencils; "magic wands"; practically any other cheap imitation or rip-off merchandise pertaining to art supplies and/or the world of magic.
☆ █ ⁞ LIKE ITEMS ̶ Feathers; poety; snake skins; fossils; high fantasy novels; stained glass objects; joke books; mummified critters; quartz; chess pieces
☆ █ ⁞ LOVE ITEMS ̶ Books in entailing of mythical creatures, folklore, and Celtic deities; opal; rowan sapling; baked goods; tea; tarot cards; ocarina
☆ █ ⁞ FEAR ̶ Tick tock, tick tock... The concept of time, clocks, deadlines, etc-- chronophobia is thy name.
☆ █ ⁞ EXTRA ̶ Llŷr may or may not have the habit of allowing random animals to make themselves residents inside or about his home.
☆ █ ⁞ HISTORY ̶ To the people of Stargate, the Wizard is an enigmatic, yet far from hostile, being. Little to nothing is known to the people about his past, where he is from, nor what lies behind the bright mask he hangs onto like a lifeline. There are, of course, rumours which circulate throughout the quaint town. The stuff of fairytales, mostly, the sort brushed off without a second thought by both recent indigenes generations and newcomers. The superstitious are the only ones who would ever take note of the whispers and hushed voices, the words spun by old men and women.
The most believable of tall tales say that the Wizard, Mage if you'd prefer, is a stray spirit of some kind, or rather a human cursed as a result of dabbling in the rare art of spellcraft. Others say that he himself is a deity, a minor one, lost without followers and a mere observer of his surroundings. The tales are more than likely just that, bedtime stories of an elusive stranger, despite the fluctuating likelihood of it all.
There is one thing that is certain about the young reclusive man who oft keeps to himself in the middle of the woods, regardless. It is the fact that he has been present in that eccentric tree house of his for a long, long time. Possibly before the first recorded residents of Stargate, even. Who knows? Perhaps the Wizard himself, although he has long since stopped keeping track of the passage of events around him, dissociated with the essence of time itself. For the world keeps turning, and he, frankly, cannot move with it.
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