Elisha Falle
| Elisha Falle | |
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| Social Rank | 8 |
| Fealty | Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| House | Falle |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 19 |
| Religion | Faith |
| Vocation | Commoner |
| Height | 5'10" |
| Hair Color | Black |
| Eye Color | Black |
| Skintone | Olive |
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Description
A thick braid of glossy black hair snakes from the nape of Elisha's neck to sway between his skinny shoulderblades or creeps forward to rest against one of his collarbones--but his hair is the healthiest-looking thing about him. His skin is pitted with the pox-scars of a childhood illness, his cheeks often flush as if with fever, and beads of perspiration commonly gather at his brow. He moves with the deliberation of a young man who doesn't wholly trust his strength. Despite all that, though, he's not entirely unhandsome. His posture is good, and he's got fine proportions and sensitive fingers. His eyes, though sometimes glassy, often shine with a warm brown light. His chin is strong and his lips are oddly lush on his otherwise ascetic face.
Personality
Dreamy--or more charitably, meditative. Comfortable with silence. Prefers to recede into the background unless he cares a great deal about the subject at hand, in which case he's willing to step forward. Though even then he's soft-spoken, if occasionally insistant. Fatalistic. Maybe fatalistic to a fault.
Background
A sickly child from the Lowers who nobody much noticed for his first ten or twelve years. Parents dead, or dusted? Fostered into a family? Something like that. Too week to grow into a proper earner, but a disgraced clerk, charlatan, or addict--or all of the above--took pity on the clever, often-bedridden boy and taught him. Maybe from kindness--maybe hoping for a better income from an educated Elisha. In any case, the boy took refuge in the written word more than the spoken one. Though when he does talk, he talks fancy, as educated as a silk--'uppity little shit,' the neighbors mutter, with more than a hint of pride.
He makes the odd coin working as an unofficial scribe in the rare case that someone nearby needs reading or writing done, as he is extremely literate. Elisha is known to tell fantastical stories to his neighbors, sometimes in exchange for a bite to eat, tales which the kids occasionally spread throughout the Lowers. He's also known to beg from the silks if he gets hungry enough.
