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Description

▼ G e n e r a l I n f o ▼
Name: Faisl

Age: 20

Height: 5'10" ▫ 18HH

Weight: 128lb (human)

Taur Species: Maned Wolf

Location: Sagara

Occupation/Position: Healer
Class: Middle

Orientation: homosexual (with rare exceptions)

Mate: Kalleb

Abilities: ---

Currency: 140 Gold Coins

Item Tracker: fav.me/daii6hk

▼ P e r s o n a l i t y ▼
Horny ▫ Flirty ▫ Thick-Skinned ▫ Trusting ▫ Bleeding Heart

Faisl is a very friendly person, perhaps a tad too friendly as he has no qualms about getting into people's personal space. He is an easy-going person and insults made against him just roll right off. Despite the ups and downs he's had in life, he is an optimist and seeks the good in others. He doesn't place much value on material goods, and treats people regardless of whether they can afford his services or not and feels deep sympathy for those in need.

▼ H i s t o r y ▼
Faisl was born into a middle class, beer-making, tavern family. Having been the middle child among a litter of 5 siblings, he was often left to his own devices and developed no inclination towards continuing the family business. As a child, he preferred getting into scrapes with the lower class children; playing and getting into endless messes and troubles, and whom his mother would patiently patch up with bandages and kisses. This was the favorite part of his childhood. Of course, his mother didn't always let him get away with everything. As disciplinary and training measures, she would 'punish' the boy with lessons on customer service, raising him to never judge a book by its cover and to sincerely listen to the customers to brighten up their evening. He didn't mind chatting up the customers...but he didn't exactly see himself in this sort of life in the future either. Especially with his unfiltered mouth. That probably being a result of being the middle child and his voice often getting lost in the din. And some choice, sailor mouths influencing him as well.
As he grew older, the young teen started becoming more restless. He tired of seeing the same sights everyday, the same people. The highlights of his life were talking with visiting strangers and hearing tales of other lands he had yet to see...Fed up by his father's constant nagging of help take in the crops, turn the crops into beer, assist the customers, blah, blah, blah; he itched to go off on his own venture. After a year and a half of bickering with his middle child, Faisl's father finally resigned himself and let the young boy go off and do as he wished at the tender age of 16, albeit grudgingly. ”You better live your life to the fullest and don't come crawling back with your tail between your legs in disappointment then, you got it?” he remembered his father telling him gruffly.
Given a small allowance to have travel and other expenses paid for for a short while, the young boy set off on the nearest ship to travel and see the sights. During this excursion, he took a dive headfirst into the adult world; learning of the pleasures the nights held. Among other things. His expenses wouldn't last forever after all, and so he took up learning a myriad of skills at odd jobs and ends as he went along. But, it didn't hurt to save money where he could either, and often went home with many a different stranger and a warm bed.
But things weren't always fine and dandy. After a particularly bad streak of luck, he was left on the curbside, battered, bruised, and a little bloody after a not so good choice in partner for the night. He'd had the occasional aggressive bed partner before, but this was a first for him in feeling too sore to move. And even if this were to be the continuing case, his father's words echoed in his mind...He didn't want to go back home like this. Drifting between the haze of consciousness and sleep, he remembered the warm, comforting touch of being bandaged up. It reminded him of home. And he hadn't realized how much he had missed it.
Upon waking up, he found that he had been taken in by a kindly, elderly healer. Offered a place to stay in exchange for helping out with the business, Faisl gladly accepted, wanting a little break from travels. And thus, this is where he began picking up the healing trade and still have the benefit of traveling occasionally as well.

Extra: If ever asked how he met Kalleb, Faisl will tell a grandiose tale about a young, bright eyed and bushy tailed (thirsty as heck) wolf-taur who relentless pursued an unamused jaguar-taur; eventually inflicting him with the thirst status via exposure and prolonged contact. Seeking to slake said thirst, the poor, poor jaguar taur finally accepted a drink from the wolf and fell into a regrettably drunken frenzy - the consequences of which he would never recover from as he is still with the wolf-taur to this day <3 The end.

Preferred RP: Rp Comfort Meme

Description

▼ G e n e r a l I n f o ▼
Name: Faisl

Age: 20

Height: 5'10" ▫ 18HH

Weight: 128lb (human)

Taur Species: Maned Wolf

Location: Sagara

Occupation/Position: Healer
Class: Middle

Orientation: homosexual (with rare exceptions)

Mate: Kalleb

Abilities: ---

Currency: 140 Gold Coins

Item Tracker: fav.me/daii6hk

▼ P e r s o n a l i t y ▼
Horny ▫ Flirty ▫ Thick-Skinned ▫ Trusting ▫ Bleeding Heart

Faisl is a very friendly person, perhaps a tad too friendly as he has no qualms about getting into people's personal space. He is an easy-going person and insults made against him just roll right off. Despite the ups and downs he's had in life, he is an optimist and seeks the good in others. He doesn't place much value on material goods, and treats people regardless of whether they can afford his services or not and feels deep sympathy for those in need.

▼ H i s t o r y ▼
Faisl was born into a middle class, beer-making, tavern family. Having been the middle child among a litter of 5 siblings, he was often left to his own devices and developed no inclination towards continuing the family business. As a child, he preferred getting into scrapes with the lower class children; playing and getting into endless messes and troubles, and whom his mother would patiently patch up with bandages and kisses. This was the favorite part of his childhood. Of course, his mother didn't always let him get away with everything. As disciplinary and training measures, she would 'punish' the boy with lessons on customer service, raising him to never judge a book by its cover and to sincerely listen to the customers to brighten up their evening. He didn't mind chatting up the customers...but he didn't exactly see himself in this sort of life in the future either. Especially with his unfiltered mouth. That probably being a result of being the middle child and his voice often getting lost in the din. And some choice, sailor mouths influencing him as well.
As he grew older, the young teen started becoming more restless. He tired of seeing the same sights everyday, the same people. The highlights of his life were talking with visiting strangers and hearing tales of other lands he had yet to see...Fed up by his father's constant nagging of help take in the crops, turn the crops into beer, assist the customers, blah, blah, blah; he itched to go off on his own venture. After a year and a half of bickering with his middle child, Faisl's father finally resigned himself and let the young boy go off and do as he wished at the tender age of 16, albeit grudgingly. ”You better live your life to the fullest and don't come crawling back with your tail between your legs in disappointment then, you got it?” he remembered his father telling him gruffly.
Given a small allowance to have travel and other expenses paid for for a short while, the young boy set off on the nearest ship to travel and see the sights. During this excursion, he took a dive headfirst into the adult world; learning of the pleasures the nights held. Among other things. His expenses wouldn't last forever after all, and so he took up learning a myriad of skills at odd jobs and ends as he went along. But, it didn't hurt to save money where he could either, and often went home with many a different stranger and a warm bed.
But things weren't always fine and dandy. After a particularly bad streak of luck, he was left on the curbside, battered, bruised, and a little bloody after a not so good choice in partner for the night. He'd had the occasional aggressive bed partner before, but this was a first for him in feeling too sore to move. And even if this were to be the continuing case, his father's words echoed in his mind...He didn't want to go back home like this. Drifting between the haze of consciousness and sleep, he remembered the warm, comforting touch of being bandaged up. It reminded him of home. And he hadn't realized how much he had missed it.
Upon waking up, he found that he had been taken in by a kindly, elderly healer. Offered a place to stay in exchange for helping out with the business, Faisl gladly accepted, wanting a little break from travels. And thus, this is where he began picking up the healing trade and still have the benefit of traveling occasionally as well.

Extra: If ever asked how he met Kalleb, Faisl will tell a grandiose tale about a young, bright eyed and bushy tailed (thirsty as heck) wolf-taur who relentless pursued an unamused jaguar-taur; eventually inflicting him with the thirst status via exposure and prolonged contact. Seeking to slake said thirst, the poor, poor jaguar taur finally accepted a drink from the wolf and fell into a regrettably drunken frenzy - the consequences of which he would never recover from as he is still with the wolf-taur to this day <3 The end.

Preferred RP: Rp Comfort Meme