First Name- Vix<br/><br/>Middle Name- Maro<br/><br/>Last Name- Naturiso<br/><br/>Race- sprite/forest elf<br/><br/>Age- 21<br/><br/>Gender- male<br/><br/>Height- 5' 6 1/2"<br/><br/>Weight- 100<br/><br/>Job- Gardener<br/><br/>Appearance-<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/3991130996.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/>Personality- Funny, Goofy, Kind, Compassionate, Loving, Gentle, Protective, Smart, Happy, Easy Going, Fun Loving<br/><br/>Special Skills- Swordplay, Flight, Goofing Off, Tracking, Nature Survival Skills, Painting, Humor<br/><br/>History- Vix lived life care free and without worry. Born from a sprite mother and a forest elf father he had the best of both worlds. His wings he learned he could hide away due to his mixed race. He trained in the way of the sword and dabbled in painting. His history is really not that important but he rarely talks of it anyways. Most of his past is shrouded in mystery.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Vix was lost in this world. The forest he had been born in was destroyed in a freak fire caused by a lightning storm several years back. So for now he wandered around. Without aim and really without a goal in mind. He helped those in need. Usually in his taller than most sprites form. He had taken a job as a gardener to a wealthy elderly couple who believed in the seidhe or the fae folk. They were in Ireland after all but many of the people in this beautiful land were forgetting the ways of old. The older generations still tried to pass down these beliefs to those they loved and cared about. Sometimes it stuck through adulthood and other times it was lost with the growing up of the child.<br/><br/>He had a feeling they knew he was one of the fae folk. Even though he kept his beautiful strange firey wings hidden within his form when they were awake. He dressed strangely yet at times the elderly lady named Sarah would give him new clothes. Human clothes which he felt odd wearing yet he couldn't go around naked. He hid his pointed ears beneath the strands of his firey red hair. He loved this elderly couple. He felt sorry for them though. They had lost their only child in a terrible event. Which is why he felt that they treated him like he was their own child. In a way it was a wonderful feeling. In another it was strange that they would treat him like he was their own. Still...it made him smile.<br/><br/>They were a nice and respectful couple so he was alright with this. He loved to goof off when he was done with the easy work of tending to their garden. He also loved to paint. He was very skilled at it. He hummed a bit as he went into the house. Gathering a canvas, his special homemade paints, hand made paintbrushes, and a thing of water in a small jar to use to change colors. A special cloth to dry the brush once it was cleaned of a color. He had finished work and the elderly couple was sleeping. Every night he blessed their souls with an elven prayer his father had taught him. Blessing their souls to go to heaven or be reborn as one of the fae folk. He felt they deserved such an honor and blessing. For they protected the forest around their lands profusely. The forest was on the north west and south sides of their home. They owned all of it.<br/><br/>He decided he wanted to pant a scene in nature. His supplies in a pouch bag and the canvas under his arm. So deciding he headed into the forest. His mother was the sprite queen. He was the prince of sprites. Half blooded because of his father being a forest elf. He headed into the forest and began to seek the perfect scene to sit upon the ground and paint. He was a skilled and talented painter. It was a personal passion of his. He kept walking through the forest. Surely there was a scene of some sort that would catch his fancy.