Name: Cicil Larken
Physical Description: Cicil is a tall skeleton like man, with deep dark eyes and statue frame to match. His skull and body lacking in depth, making him look like a tree or stick as he walks and moves. Fluid like the willow, strong like the oak. His eyes are black, almost soulless in their appearance, doll-like. He expresses almost no emotion, despite his otherwise positive outlook. A smile is something not rare but almost unseen as the arch of his mouth tends to stay still even as his lips open and close to say words. Hair upon his head long and white, a speckle of fur about his face. Aged, and slow in his movements as he goes about his daily work. Wrinkles upon his face and hands show a life of work, calluses built up, and dirt under the finger nails.
Cloths are a simple thing of cotton, rough and coarse in their making and design. It is as though someone unskilled, yet determined, had spent days and days on their making. Even his shoes are that of cotton like slippers, made from what seems scraps of what was left from his clothes. A cloak, for protection and warmth, is patched together from old and tattered scraps, mostly of hide and fur found that has been left for nothing by others.
Posture is tall, and while fingers may seem long (and may frighten children who do not know better), the calm actions and behavior of Cicil is never threatening. Appearance quite opposite his actions. Many have thought Cicil homeless, looking as he does, where as the world is Cicil's home.
Affiliation/Title: Water Mentor / Traveling Trader (Herbs and Spices)
History: The world was always a very bright and green place for Cicil. Traveling the lands in search of plants, and their special properties. Making remedies, selling seeds and teaching those who buy how the plants work. Warning others of dangers the wilds hold, and dangers usually of man's design in effort to capture, tame and kill the beasts within.
Pacifist teachings taught to him at a young age by monks who have sent him on a journey to learn of the land, Cicil has traveled since he was the young age of 15. (Cicil is now 82.) That pacifism of Cicil's did not always go over well. While Cicil would not fight others, he has deflected or blocked, as well as healed from, those who have wanted to alter his views, who wanted to destroy the idea of Mann, or who have questioned his oaths taken by means of violence. (One of such oaths being celibacy, though Cicil seems devoid of connecting with individuals on certain levels anyway.)
To many, and even Cicil himself, the man Cicil has become is but a ghost who travels through places. Accepted with hesitation, or fear, but quickly forgotten. On occasion a companion will follow with Cicil to the following town, or Provence, or Kingdom. These friendships do not last long, as Cicil must keep moving, must continue his journey. Ultimate goal, the enlightenment of strength within one. Who? Cicil does not know. The scripts are vague. Despite the fact Cicil knows such things could very well be fantasy, the faith he holds is strong. Mann, the deity who guides the Order in which Cicil comes from, has spoken of it.
It is now that Cicil finds himself traveling to a small village within The Estovad Seaside. It is here that Cicil's path to returning home will begin. Though, he is unaware. Simply strolling into town with a pack on his back, and a calm pace to his breathing. The hopes of meeting new people, learning new cultures, and gaining more knowledge high.
Strengths: Wisdom of the world, knowledge on a great many things, especially the powers of plants. Calm mind and an acceptance to culture, people, and animal. Strong and able to perform nearly all common work. (Though far from a warrior's strength.) Basically herbalism, knowledge, and an open mind.
Weaknesses: Too trusting. May hold doubt in what someone says, but will believe them until he's seen for himself. (Extreme examples not withstanding.) Lacks ability to bond with people on an emotional level. Has no desire for friendship, or relationships of any kind. Has trouble identifying with people. Long winded. (And BOY is he ever long winded.)