(Also pulled to the doctor who dark side...)
Reff Sheet: -sketch below- (Needs to be REDONE!)
Name: Cicero
(historian)Nickname: n/a
Diary Link:
Cicero's JournalTimeframe: 1990's
Native Land: Greece, (He travels the world though)
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Rank/Career: Adventurer & Historian
Wife/Husband: Well there was this one..and the-wait...no. O right! Carmen...well sort of...
Children: not that he knows of...
Ability's/Skills: An Adventurer, and storyteller by title, with a love for history and a self proclaimed artist are what make up this man. So, naturally his talents lie in the arts, but he also knows some sciences, can cook quite well, and is bilingual. I suppose I should also mention, with all his days of traveling, he has picked up a few survival skills...and he can also hunt with a bow. He also has a very small learning curve, due to his
Personality: Light, airy but a deep thinker, he does, although it may not seem to be the case, analyze situations quite carefully. A fairly positive man, who if cannot find the good in things at least tries to make the best of it. He is profoundly curious with an unquenchable appetite for the unknown, especially of the past. If a situation turns dim however he is not afraid to turn and run the other way. He has quite a talent of the tongue and can tell lies, flatter, and convince others manipulating them if he wishes - albeit he does this only as means to escape tricky predicaments. He also doesn't like it when things don't come easy to him, he's used to his extra intellect and brain power from his alien father's side.
Appearance/Distinguishing features: All ways has portable binoculars usually around his neck and a note pad and pen on his person.
Extra Info:
He loves to drink till he's drunk. He flirts...and is also...erm...playful.
He traveled ALOT, he has an incurable adventurous heart, similar to his cousin, but it should be noted that he has spent the last few years in and around England so right now he speaks with a slightly British accent.
His father is the brother of Atlas's father. He also has a lot of potential that's wasted, or so his father thought.
Material Possessions:
Binoculars
Big puffy winter jacket
Thick overalls
Boots - (currently their up in a tree, but he knows where they are)
Bag/backpack which includes:
note pad & pen
wine bottle
pocket knife
soup mug
harmonica
Lute
socks
gloves
Revamped History:
He's, technically not fully human. His father (Atlas's father's brother) comes from a planet known as Aliris, and his mother is from earth. He was born, half Time Elder, half Human. He's completely human physically, except his brain which is that of a Time Elder allowing him to far surpass a regular human's brain's intellect, thus his small learning curve. Anyway, after he was born he lived with his mother on Greece, he did spend a time at Aliris, where he met Atlas, but his father's species did not fully approve of the child because he was not a full Time Elder. So he lived his days on Earth. Traveling to many places in his days but was never satisfied. After time he began seeing Atlas again, now that they where older, he envied Atlas's freedom, and the way he could see so many things, one day seeing him and the next speaking with him again to see that now he was 100 years older. But he only joined Atlas on a few adventures, because Carmen, his love would always hold him back, unlike Atlas who had no one person close to his heart.
But days passed and both Cicero and Carmen never got very close, and all his days away traveling didn't help the matter. So he developed his unruly habit...
One day he felt a pull to travel even further, so he did, up far north and got caught in a blizzard. He and his men were sure they were about to face death, he was getting so sleepy...
And when he awoke? Well he sure wasn't in that blizzard any more....
THIS IS A QUICK
SKETCH OF CICERO...
Now that's what I call sexy~ rofl
He's totally rip underneath all that I swear! D:
GUNNA MAKE A NEW SKETCH THAT DOESN'T SUCK BALLS. D|
On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain
When you're on a golden sea
You don't need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone
We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore
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This post has been edited by BlueCougar on Jun 25 2009, 06:33 PM 
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