⁌"Piccadilly"⁍
Prhac'sae Vhoga
➼The Wandering Bard➼
Bartender for Honour's Rest Tavern
⁌Prose⁍
"Pray, thou perchance doth wish to be privy to me? Plea not, for thou not needeth to pomp and pamper myself with profound words of praise.The profound passions, and plentiful, and perfect pitch are those that I seek.In purrrsuit of the party, and pizzazz which pervade this continent, for utter perfection, am I.Patience, dear partner, for the product of this partnership between poet and patron will prove plentiful in compensation.Pah! No pansy am I to the persistent portents which plague this plane, only that I prithee you tell them to me; to create poem and verse, patient must one be.Perchance, wouldst thou listen to me? For I am the humble Bard Piccadilly."
⁌Description⁍
A crown of striated, burgundy and ashen locks lay flamboyantly upon an affable visage. The curls delicately wrap at the pert, crimson ears which stand as mere lumps above the would-be sea of silky hair. The bright, sapphire gaze which peers out from this near curtain of red, remains stricken with quite the cocky stare. Soft and well rounded; both accurate terms to describe the delicate features this fledgling Miqo'te possesses. Smooth cheeks, meticulously unmarred by war -- save for a single scar at the corner of his mouth -- a rounded chin, and a pair of pale, thin lips from which two almost minuscule fangs spill forth.Garbed in an array of grandiose silks, and linens, garb which is most often worn even in the warmest of summers, it's clear this man is quite the 'avante-garde' sort of individual. A momentary glance at the man may not provide much, but upon close inspection, one might notice that, even though tightly bound, the clothes seem to almost dangle off of his thin frame, as if it were two sizes too large. Clear notations that this bard has near naught in what one would describe as "Meat on his bones", a clear indication that, although relatively well traveled, the man knows not the tribulations of battle.
⁌Equipment⁍
➼Violin
•Piccadilly's trusty instrument which he is rarely seen without. The melodic tones with which he strings can lift even the most dour of hearts.➼Lute
•For when that prior oh-so-relaxing tone will not do, he carries along his trusty lute -- oft seen strung over his shoulder.➼Pint-Sized Flintlock Pistol
•The coward's weapon -- for he most certainly is. Possessing skilled aim, -- thanks to his predatorial-like lineage -- but a fleeting heart, Piccadilly prefers to pick would-be enemies off from a distance... Where their muddy, grubby little hands can't touch him.
⁌General Info⁍
• Name: P'hrac'sae Vhoga
• Stage name: Piccadilly
• Race: Miqo'te - Keeper of the Moon
• Age: 22
• Height: 5 fulm, 3 ilm (5'3, 160cm)
• Weight: Slender/Ectomorph
• Birthplace: The Black Shroud
• Current Residence: Honour's Rest - Ishgard
• Sexuality: Bisexual [Male Leaning]
• Relationship Status: Engaged [Noé Moreaux]
• Profession: But a humble Bard -- Ask me for a song!
⁌OOC⁍
Hello my friends! Thank you for checking out Piccadilly's carrd!•This RPer is over the age of 18! I will not interact with anyone under said age.•I RP in the third person, typically in the para, or multi-para form, but I can accomodate! I am also a bit more of a faster typer, so don't mind my fast replies! Feel free to take as long as you need to post!•I am open to whispers, and encourage walk-ups! As a friendly, and extravertive person, Piccadilly will often approach, so I encourage you to do the same!•Wanna hear a performance? I'm more than happy to give one IC, or OOC!•Lastly, I do not mix IC and OOC, and I never start drama!Thank you!