Post by ruhk on Jun 19, 2006 21:09:01 GMT -5
Name: Ruhk (pronounced roo-k. Not like the chess piece rook) Babek
Age: early twenties. 23 to be exact, but it’s not like anyone really cares about exact digits right?
Gender: male
Physical appearance: One look at Ruhk would tell you that he isn’t human. It’s nothing large, but most humans don’t have wings. With a span no longer then two feet on each appendage, the hawk colored feathers sprouting from his shoulder blades are nothing more then remains from what was once useful. The avian race he came from used to have wings large enough to actually use, yet years living on the ground made them obsolete and nature just hadn’t weeded that certain gene out yet. Apart from wings, the only other bird like traits on Ruhk is his hair and eyes. Most of his tawny brown hair (again, following the hawk coloring) is short, no longer then an inch or two, yet running from the start of his hairline to his neck is a faux-hawk of sorts, closely resembling a cockatoo’s head feathers resting against it’s head in looks and texture. As for his eyes, they work exactly the same as any human’s would, yet the iris’ are golden in color and give the impression that he’s really seeing more details then he’s letting on.
Other then the alien traits, Ruhk is rather normal. Tall (5'10" so really not that tall) and lanky, he’s actually physically quite weak. He was built more for speed then strength, yet it does him no good, much like his small wings, in a space station environment.
For clothing, it’s all hit and miss. One day he might be decked out in a suit and tie, next day maybe just pants tied loosely around his hips, it was all just kind of what he feels like. The only constant is a large number of pouches, pockets, or holsters somewhere on his person (usually under his clothing, flat against his body so people can’t tell how much of what he’s carrying at any given time) to hold his wares. One of his favorites is a chain around his waist with multiple vials and bottles attached.
Weapon of choice: Ruhk is far from strong. Chances are if a kid kicked him in the shin, he’s not only get a nasty welt, but would be limping for an hour or two. Because of this, he tries to never fight and prefers to either talk it out or run around like a headless chicken. When backed in a corner, Ruhk has a tendency to rely on the various medical supplies and drugs of often times questionable nature to either enhance something or disable the attacker.
Occupation: Traveling merchant/apothecary. He travels with his grandfather selling and providing various medical treatments. They usually stick with the stations rather then doing business on actual planets, since nowadays people tend to prefer more traditional medical attention rather then relying on herbs and alternative methods.
History: Get Ruhk drunk enough and he’ll tell you stories from the places he’s been, but it’s a fifty/fifty chance he’s just making it up. A look at his official records would provide an impressive list of areas he‘s been sighted in.
Personality: Slightly off center and flirty, he’ll hit on anyone regardless of gender or age. He's usually quite happy-go-lucky, but he gives the impression that he's not always quite there.
Side notes:
- He travels with his grandfather, who happens to be a quiet 90 some year old man who smiles a lot. Overly polite and all too used to Ruhk’s questionable actions, Azar is usually found happily watching over the shop, where ever it may be set up at the moment.
- He always calls Azar 'grandfather'. Never Azar, never grandpa, never gramps, always grandfather. There's probably a story for that somewhere, but no one has really bothered to ask
- Calls people ‘love’ a lot. Blame the flirt in him if you must.
Age: early twenties. 23 to be exact, but it’s not like anyone really cares about exact digits right?
Gender: male
Physical appearance: One look at Ruhk would tell you that he isn’t human. It’s nothing large, but most humans don’t have wings. With a span no longer then two feet on each appendage, the hawk colored feathers sprouting from his shoulder blades are nothing more then remains from what was once useful. The avian race he came from used to have wings large enough to actually use, yet years living on the ground made them obsolete and nature just hadn’t weeded that certain gene out yet. Apart from wings, the only other bird like traits on Ruhk is his hair and eyes. Most of his tawny brown hair (again, following the hawk coloring) is short, no longer then an inch or two, yet running from the start of his hairline to his neck is a faux-hawk of sorts, closely resembling a cockatoo’s head feathers resting against it’s head in looks and texture. As for his eyes, they work exactly the same as any human’s would, yet the iris’ are golden in color and give the impression that he’s really seeing more details then he’s letting on.
Other then the alien traits, Ruhk is rather normal. Tall (5'10" so really not that tall) and lanky, he’s actually physically quite weak. He was built more for speed then strength, yet it does him no good, much like his small wings, in a space station environment.
For clothing, it’s all hit and miss. One day he might be decked out in a suit and tie, next day maybe just pants tied loosely around his hips, it was all just kind of what he feels like. The only constant is a large number of pouches, pockets, or holsters somewhere on his person (usually under his clothing, flat against his body so people can’t tell how much of what he’s carrying at any given time) to hold his wares. One of his favorites is a chain around his waist with multiple vials and bottles attached.
Weapon of choice: Ruhk is far from strong. Chances are if a kid kicked him in the shin, he’s not only get a nasty welt, but would be limping for an hour or two. Because of this, he tries to never fight and prefers to either talk it out or run around like a headless chicken. When backed in a corner, Ruhk has a tendency to rely on the various medical supplies and drugs of often times questionable nature to either enhance something or disable the attacker.
Occupation: Traveling merchant/apothecary. He travels with his grandfather selling and providing various medical treatments. They usually stick with the stations rather then doing business on actual planets, since nowadays people tend to prefer more traditional medical attention rather then relying on herbs and alternative methods.
History: Get Ruhk drunk enough and he’ll tell you stories from the places he’s been, but it’s a fifty/fifty chance he’s just making it up. A look at his official records would provide an impressive list of areas he‘s been sighted in.
Personality: Slightly off center and flirty, he’ll hit on anyone regardless of gender or age. He's usually quite happy-go-lucky, but he gives the impression that he's not always quite there.
Side notes:
- He travels with his grandfather, who happens to be a quiet 90 some year old man who smiles a lot. Overly polite and all too used to Ruhk’s questionable actions, Azar is usually found happily watching over the shop, where ever it may be set up at the moment.
- He always calls Azar 'grandfather'. Never Azar, never grandpa, never gramps, always grandfather. There's probably a story for that somewhere, but no one has really bothered to ask
- Calls people ‘love’ a lot. Blame the flirt in him if you must.