Lets try it this way.
Were I in your shoes...
Name: Jalue N. Worreck
Gender: Male
Age: Mid-twenties, though his features belies his experience, often making him appear younger, less evolved and more juvenile.
Height: 5'5" . . . .Weight: 145 lbs
Build: Lithe and with slight definition
Occupation: Whilest taking classes at New Persephone Academy for Alchemists and Arcanists.
Eyes: A glacial blue that glows in the sun, with thin lines of violet flawing the clarity.
Hair: Hair whitened by the flues of eldritch experimentation, though ages ago died red as the tips of his lengthy hair would attests. Normally a natural blonde, with little to defend his intelligence otherwise.
Personality: A curious and quicky study, but often without retaining such knowledge for periods scarcely longer than a score of hours, forcing him to constantly study, with everything seeming new to him. Eccentric and dangerous, he practices his eldritch incantations imprecisely, leading to faults in his spells. Simple summonings and conjurations become potent comedies and sickening disgorging from the nearest swamps. While he retains knowledge in much the same fashion a colander retains water, his attitude is nothing if not refined. A man of virtue, he act's chivalrous and polite, mostly out of fear. How brave can one act when an attempt at a simple fire spell becomes a wicked ticket to self-immolation? So to hide his fear, he acts as though he does not need nor want to fight, having studied etiquette proper manners around all sorts, from nobles to tavern thugs, his retention of such methodic speech becomes his real weapon. Because sometimes the best way to avoid confrontation is to simply know when to shut up.
Family : Entirely unimportant, as you should only be trying to sell one character.
Were I in your shoes...
Name: Jalue N. Worreck
Gender: Male
Age: Mid-twenties, though his features belies his experience, often making him appear younger, less evolved and more juvenile.
Height: 5'5" . . . .Weight: 145 lbs
Build: Lithe and with slight definition
Occupation: Whilest taking classes at New Persephone Academy for Alchemists and Arcanists.
Eyes: A glacial blue that glows in the sun, with thin lines of violet flawing the clarity.
Hair: Hair whitened by the flues of eldritch experimentation, though ages ago died red as the tips of his lengthy hair would attests. Normally a natural blonde, with little to defend his intelligence otherwise.
Personality: A curious and quicky study, but often without retaining such knowledge for periods scarcely longer than a score of hours, forcing him to constantly study, with everything seeming new to him. Eccentric and dangerous, he practices his eldritch incantations imprecisely, leading to faults in his spells. Simple summonings and conjurations become potent comedies and sickening disgorging from the nearest swamps. While he retains knowledge in much the same fashion a colander retains water, his attitude is nothing if not refined. A man of virtue, he act's chivalrous and polite, mostly out of fear. How brave can one act when an attempt at a simple fire spell becomes a wicked ticket to self-immolation? So to hide his fear, he acts as though he does not need nor want to fight, having studied etiquette proper manners around all sorts, from nobles to tavern thugs, his retention of such methodic speech becomes his real weapon. Because sometimes the best way to avoid confrontation is to simply know when to shut up.
Family : Entirely unimportant, as you should only be trying to sell one character.