Lon Suu Ffrinn

Basics:

• Name: Lon Suu Ffrinn (Either Lon or Suu is acceptable)
• School: Pensalir
• Age (14-17, if their race has a different lifespan use their equivalent): 16
• Year: Second
• Gender: Male
• * Height: 5" 8

Race and Class Details:

• Race name: Keitan. A rather uninteresting earth anima race which falls roughly between the elvish and nymph races, and beast-spirits such as the Hesti in terms of genealogy.
• * Racial abilities: Keitan have enhanced hearing and're often considered 'blessed' by the nature of a certain animal which slightly augments their own abilities. But who knows what Lon Suu's was, he doesn't seem particularly good at anything. High tolerance to liquour, or maybe that's nurture rather than nature.
• * Racial weaknesses: Keitan can't handle dry conditions, they're always thirsty. Especially for alcohol. Which of course makes them thirstier. You can see why the race's culture has been pretty far from dominant.
• Class: Wildcard
• Sub-class: Matador
• Brief sub-class summary: The Matador is a traditional art in Sliver. Those with the very particular passion configuration capable to perform their techniques are very rare, and are highly-valued as a result. Matadors are capable of manipulating and redirecting Beasts Without Memory into a state of addled uselessness or even into attacking one another. High-passion Matadors go further still, being capable of completely enthralling Beasts for prolonged periods of time - some of the first-generation legends being said to ride them into battle. Despite their flashy exteriors, the sharp intellect of the Matador is actually the most important. Matadors must put themselves directly in harm's way to execute their techniques. Even more than that though, since they're among the few individuals capable of contributing to the slow-going research efforts into the Beasts Without Memory and generational memory-loss, they're expected to have an excellent scientific knowledge as well.

Individual/sub-class powers: Let's just say that while the passion may seem to suit perfectly, the aptitude, the attitude and the skills of the young man... really, really do not. Nonetheless, the boy is learning, but most've already given up any hopes they had for the next generation of the Matadors being even halfway competent.

Appearance:

• Picture or description in their usual dress: Whenever he's not actively being dragged towards or further into battle (something he studiously... avoids), Lon Suu dresses pretty atrociously. Hooded sweatshirts, cheap-ass tees, tracky bottoms, even pajamas. He wouldn't really care anyways, but the necessities of his class make him especially enthusiastic about sticking it to basic expectations of style and presentability.
• * Picture in combatwear:

• (darker-skinned)
• * Face-claim if applicable:
• Weapons and combat gear they use: Matadors are expected to adhere to a very strict set of equipment, at least compared to most classes which're basically fair game. Matadors use their traditional garb, sabres or estocs, and special rune-woven cloaks which're by now heirloom items.

Nature:

• Hometown: Lenabury
• Personality: Lon Suu is lazy, foul-mouthed, infamously misfortunate - and not infrequently drunk. Hardly a glowing initial impression, but not actually a terrible individual. What he wants to do is have a little laugh with his friends, take in some good food, maybe read a book. What he's been expected to do in the timeframe has been like expecting a primary school kid to crack Fermat's Last Theorem. Privately, he's completely cracking under the pressure and he's gotten to dodging whatever he can and lying for the rest. Publicly, he's still the same self-effacing joker with a cheeky comment about the shitty state of things always at the ready.
• * How committed they are to their region: "Save me, the North is a fucking trainwreck."
• * Short backstory: There isn't much to tell for him, at least compared to some of the dramatic tales other students have to their names already. He came from a loving, supportive family and close-knit community, who were the proudest folks in town when their son showed stunning promise for such a notable sub-class, not for its own power, but for its capability to help others. He settled in well at Pensalir, but he was flagging pretty badly. The people he tended to be friends with were people like him, and people who weren't destined to make it to graduation. The second-years are often seen as the black sheep of Pensalir, unhappy and buckling under expectation to adapt now to standards that're way beyond their ken. But in Lon Suu's case, he's a second-year in name alone. Almost all of his mates got kicked out long before, and it would've been the same (if not worse... depending on who happened to administer the 'change of career path') for him. Whether it's fortunate for him or not, the Institute is still holding him a chance on the basis of his sub-class. It's really tough for him; often he hates it, but he can't go home either.
• * Sexuality: "So... first, they must be female. Secondly, they must be alive."
• Passion: 7
• Memory: 8

The Rest:

• * Any other students that they already know and what they think of them: "Sure. Do this like, a...? Whatever. Doctor Mercer - disliked by. Nicola Edelhart - disliked by. Karkas Fielding - disliked by. Shritt Fielding - it's Shritt. Rowan Clarke - disliked by. Drachyn Edel - disliked by. Uh, who else... oh, yeah. Julius Harrods - do I really need to say it? Robyn Marxilou - okay, fuck, I'm taking no further questions."
• * Notes:

* Theme Tune/Battle Theme:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQxkv6E8CnE