6I Bio
Name: Taako
Canon: The Adventure Zone: Balance Arc
Scrubs Color: Magenta
Visible Age: Looks early 20's (is either 130-ish or 230-ish, depending on how you count)
Gender: Male
Height: 5'0"
Physique: Excessively weedy, generally pointy
Complexion: Light brown
Hygiene: Meticulous
Hair: Blond, extremely fluffy, barely contained by a braid most of the time, about three feet long
Eyes: Very dark brown
Defining Marks: Slightly odd bone structure (delicate and angular, not technically out of the human norm but a bit odd), very large nose that has at some point been broken and not healed completely right
Accent/Speech: His voice is rapid-fire, loud, and shrill, excruciatingly over-enunciated, prone to bursting out into performative whine or petulant rage at odd times. His vocabulary veers wildly from erudite to incredibly childish, and in a single conversation he can veer from sounding like a refugee from Middle Earth, an old school sci fi exposition dump, and an early twenty-first century American stoner. He's been to a lot of worlds.
Bearing/Demeanor: Taako is mercurial at best. He's constantly performing, presenting whatever face strikes him as most amusing. He's lousy at actually judging people in person (though he certainly has stage presence), so most of his victims are confused and annoyed. The appearance of shallow materialism and often mean-spirited questing after his own immediate gratification is... completely accurate. Taako has chosen to be a superficial pain in the ass, but doing it on purpose doesn't actually make it better. If he isn't emoting uncontrollably, that's when there's trouble.
Gait: Taako can actually be quite graceful, though he tends to overestimate his own agility and faceplant dramatically every so often. His usual mode of locomotion is languid, elegant pacing with totally unnecessary flourishes thrown in.
Habits: Since he has no idea what to do with a contained space with no training going on or a human's biological requirements, Taako's main routine will be whatever the hell he can think of at any given moment, often in a weirdly sleep-deprived state. Climbing random trees, practicing his very rusty swordsmanship with those selfsame trees as opponents, attempting to nudge people into letting him make gourmet meals (out of what, he can rarely explain, since he's used to being able to conjure and transmute his ingredients) for no reason... He also occasionally steals things, though given the lack of any actual economy that's less of a problem.
Skills: Without magic, Taako's down to being fairly handy at everyday tasks at a comparable technological level to the valley's and being sort of clever. He can sew a bit, build fires, manage basic woodcraft (reluctantly, since he hates nature, but competently), cook very well even given limited resources, basic first aid, etc. He'll be a bit stymied without magic shortcuts, but he'll do alright. Most of his polished skills are academic or really only good for adventuring, however.
Canon: The Adventure Zone: Balance Arc
Scrubs Color: Magenta
Visible Age: Looks early 20's (is either 130-ish or 230-ish, depending on how you count)
Gender: Male
Height: 5'0"
Physique: Excessively weedy, generally pointy
Complexion: Light brown
Hygiene: Meticulous
Hair: Blond, extremely fluffy, barely contained by a braid most of the time, about three feet long
Eyes: Very dark brown
Defining Marks: Slightly odd bone structure (delicate and angular, not technically out of the human norm but a bit odd), very large nose that has at some point been broken and not healed completely right
Accent/Speech: His voice is rapid-fire, loud, and shrill, excruciatingly over-enunciated, prone to bursting out into performative whine or petulant rage at odd times. His vocabulary veers wildly from erudite to incredibly childish, and in a single conversation he can veer from sounding like a refugee from Middle Earth, an old school sci fi exposition dump, and an early twenty-first century American stoner. He's been to a lot of worlds.
Bearing/Demeanor: Taako is mercurial at best. He's constantly performing, presenting whatever face strikes him as most amusing. He's lousy at actually judging people in person (though he certainly has stage presence), so most of his victims are confused and annoyed. The appearance of shallow materialism and often mean-spirited questing after his own immediate gratification is... completely accurate. Taako has chosen to be a superficial pain in the ass, but doing it on purpose doesn't actually make it better. If he isn't emoting uncontrollably, that's when there's trouble.
Gait: Taako can actually be quite graceful, though he tends to overestimate his own agility and faceplant dramatically every so often. His usual mode of locomotion is languid, elegant pacing with totally unnecessary flourishes thrown in.
Habits: Since he has no idea what to do with a contained space with no training going on or a human's biological requirements, Taako's main routine will be whatever the hell he can think of at any given moment, often in a weirdly sleep-deprived state. Climbing random trees, practicing his very rusty swordsmanship with those selfsame trees as opponents, attempting to nudge people into letting him make gourmet meals (out of what, he can rarely explain, since he's used to being able to conjure and transmute his ingredients) for no reason... He also occasionally steals things, though given the lack of any actual economy that's less of a problem.
Skills: Without magic, Taako's down to being fairly handy at everyday tasks at a comparable technological level to the valley's and being sort of clever. He can sew a bit, build fires, manage basic woodcraft (reluctantly, since he hates nature, but competently), cook very well even given limited resources, basic first aid, etc. He'll be a bit stymied without magic shortcuts, but he'll do alright. Most of his polished skills are academic or really only good for adventuring, however.