Post by Kendrick Deveroix on Jan 20, 2007 0:28:22 GMT -5
Name: Kendrick Deveroix
Age: 25
Race: d'Angeline
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing 6'1, 205 lbs, Kendrick is built solidly. His mother was fair and lean, his father like a brick smokehouse, and Kendrick managed to inherit a find blending of both features. Dark, almost black, hair sits atop a handsome face, and his strong features both reflect his stubborn attitude and hide his soft side. His shoulders are broad and thick, arms well muscled, stomach and back strong and defined. Not nearly as wide as his father nor lean as his mother, Kendrick is a force of his own to be reckoned with. He is generally thoughtful, though it is not unusual for him to come out with a playfully lewd comment; he'd been in trouble for that more than one time in his life.
History: Born twenty two years ago to a wealthy family in Namarre, Kendrick grew up knowing the City of Elua, though spent little time there. He studied abroad in Alba, traveled to the different provinces, and learned to hold his own in a sword fight. The oldest of four children, Kendrick was taught the workings of his fathers estates and management of his orchards, and will take over as Comte when his father passes on. His mother has been gone ten years now, and his father has wasted away after she perished; he is but a shell now, and isn't expected to survive to see summer.
As his duties will tie him down later in life, Kendrick has taken his leave of the estates to visit the city he has lived so close to, yet spent such little time in. It is here now, in his families townhouse, that he arrives, ready to taste a new kind of freedom.
Kendrick has been known to have sudden bursts of temper since his love died falling from her horse; coming from no where, he will be smiles and jokes one minute, then in a rage the next. They are few and far between, though a more sadistic side of him comes out when he past comes out to haunt him. He loathes himself for it, though he is seemingly unable to control it, having to ride it out til his anger burns itself, him, and whomever might be swept up along with it, up.