b a s i c s .

[ name: ] howl laskaris
howl, coming from what his parents swore was all he did as a babe - his father never thought to give him a proper name after;
laskaris, meaning a kind of soldier - an old, old reference to the family's ancestors, who 'fought', says the stories.
[ race: ] midlander hyur
[ age: ] twenty-two
born of the 15th sun of the 6th umbral moon (dec 15th)
[ orientation: ] largely unsure.

d e s c r i p t i o n .

[ height: ] 175cm | 5'8.9"
[ hair colour: ] black
[ eye colour: ] amber
[ other: ] sunkissed freckles;
- scar running through the left side of his mouth;
- another scar over the bridge of his nose;
- shaggy hair strung with beads on the right.

[ the smell of salt on the air, roaring waves close enough to sound a gentle lullaby but never close enough to dip your hand into - that was the terncliff howl knew, some ten years ago. a terncliff free of steel and ceruleum, a skyline without towering metal spires and machinery ruining the once lush clifftops. but home is still home- can you ever forget the streets you walked with your best friend and the storefronts you'd stand in front of and ogle their wares? do the scolding voices of the adults you knew years past ever stop echoing through now hushed alleys, a bitter reminder of childhood lost? no, never. ]

the past is left in the past, but even fading memories can still haunt a man. howl can scarce remember the faces of his parents, his friends and neighbours, but there's always some little thing that keeps the threads together - the large, rough hands of his father that shaped clay and marked skin, to the pillowy warmth of his mother's clothes that always would smell of lemongrass soap and ocean air. both of which, for better or worse, perished with the sickness that swept through terncliff. the strong survived while the weak faded away, and howl, young and frail, was almost taken with it - how cruel that this disease leave him behind to rot with the ghosts of the town while those that mattered to him once upon a time should be ripped from him.there is was no kindness left in this town, not from the ironmen soldiers, not from his once neighbours, and that lack of kindness filled the empty husk of a twelve year old boy with steel and resolve - resolve to make something out of nothing and fill that void; put his shaky and unreliable lungs back into use and live to breathe air free of smoke and ceruleum again. busy his hands with a new craft, ripping apart magitech to reform and rebuild, to use against the oppressors so that someday, the resistance he fought long and hard for may retake what was left.

[ occupation: ] magitek scrapper & engineer[ likes: ]
⤷ the sounds of the beach at night
⤷ warm bread with melted butter smeared inside
⤷ x[ dislikes: ]
⤷ broccoli, ever since he was a child
⤷ x
⤷ x

[the winter's so cold, summer's over too soon]
[let's pack our bags and]
[settle down where palm trees grow]

[ pre established ]
- [ your character is from terncliff... ]
...or have been there, soon before or after the epidemic that swept through the town. perhaps you were an old friend, an old neighbour, or even someone that passed through; howl was but a boy then, but maybe he recalls something about you.- [ your character has served in the resistance. ]
(if my geography is correct, that is.) having made his way from southern ilsabard to gyr abania, howl has been a part of the resistance there for many a year now - comrades in arms, fellow engineers, bunk mates; whatever it be, there lies a possibility.

[ to establish ]
- [ your character is looking for someone well versed in magitek. ]
considering it's what he's been practising for years, he would call himself an expert- though he may not be certified. howl has refit machines and weapons, crafted practical gadgets by hand, and lately taken a crack into support exoskeletons. might you have a need for any of the listed above?more tba soon.

[ shiloh ] friend / ???
so, howl might've carelessly flirted with him before, causing a bit of confusion- but everything's fiiiiine! friend, drinking buddy, and energetic ball of fluff, shy's enjoyable company to be around. still, though, he feels like he knows him from somewhere- it's uncanny, the similarity to some faded old face in the fog of his memory.

[ ..??] "little lion"
his best friend and a face of the past - a miqo'te of sunny disposition and warm smiles, but past that... time has caused things to become blurry. separated during the epidemic, howl has no idea what became of him.

[ tiege & alcina laskaris ] parents, deceased.
two more blurry faces lost to time.

howdy howdy, thanks for reading this far! i intend to keep things short and sweet here. my name's basil, i'm a college student who's been rping for some time now. as i am a student, my schedule can be wonky, but all of my classes are online and easier to work around! hope we can settle something in the future :)

[ 20 yrs old | he/they | est ]

communication is key! i expect and encourage any questions you have be asked, and i will do the same! some things may need to be talked over out of rp and that's okay, i'd like for things to be cleared up to not have any issues in the future.ic does not equal ooc. the thoughts and opinions of my oc do not mirror my own, nor do relationships with him equal relationships with me. please respect boundaries.

things i am glad to rp:
- dark/mature rp
- gore (to an extent, i have some personal icks though)
- erp (but not without reason or proper buildup.)
- character building and development
- pre-established relationships
- long-term/recurring interactionsthings i will not rp:
- meaningless/unplanned character death
- with any characters/admins under the age of 18
- wildly non-canon things. lore bending is fine!
- with anyone that godmods/powerplays. no thanks.
- npc alts/canon characters. sorry, it's just not my thing