Basic Information (Required) Full Name | Giovanni Cortona Age | 18 Gender | Male Race | Nothorc Sexuality | Heterosexual Preferred Weapon | Unarmed Inventory Information (Optional) A Mini Strouffle named Giorno in a large handbag (+5 Husbandry) A ball of yarn and a pair of crochet needles A cross stitch kit A leather riding crop Skill Information (Required) Total Points: 23 +10 General Command | +10 Talent +5 Statecraft Command | +5 Points +5 Frontline Command | +5 Points +10 Husbandry Art | +10 Art | Mini Strouffle | Whitebred Elladorian +5 Fist Combat | +5 Points +4 Needlework Art | +4 Points +3 Linguistic Science | +3 Points | d’Ithanie +1 Strings Instrument | Violin Body Shape 10 + 5 = 15 Athletic Body Shape Low Body Fat Languages Common Dressalo d'Ithanie Special Traits/Spells/Mutations None presently Visual Information (Required) Eye Color | Orc gold Hair Color | Muted brown Hair Style | Long, grown out and wavy Skin Color | Muted tan Clothing | Fine Dressolini dressage Height | 5'10 Personality (Required with Choice) Option Two: The Core List Choose your Character Alignment Lawful Neutral Choose your Character Personality Type INTJ-A | Architect Choose your Character's Religion Vultarian Unionist | 3/10 | Never received much religious instruction as he was pushed to learn many skills in quick succession that it never came up, only attending enough religious services to pass by as semi-religious. He can easily be sways be new ideals should they come up to him. Life Story (Required) Bastard boy born in the border region of Vultaro and Montania. Wasn’t expected to live up to much, but was afforded what was typical of a poor child’s upbringing, living in his mother’s care in the slaves quarters up the road from the vineyard beneath the watchful gaze of a minor Dressolini estate. Becomes the heir of the estate as his father, now in his seventies, was with failing health. Not wanting to have his name and property redistributed and unsure of which bastards were his, the Dressolini merchant was able to at least name out this most recent disgrace, who in theory was his ‘youngest son.’ Never knew the life of a slave, instead grew up in the estate, learning to ride a horse by age five and speak Ithanian by age six, believing that the language of pacifists would keep him from engaging with what was typical with his race. He was afforded more casual past times to control his innate orken desires. He was taught how to knit and do cross stitching, what was perceived as a female past time, but it kept him calm. He was even afforded a pet, a Mini Strouffle which he took to carrying around in a large handbag when the animal inevitably lost the ability to walk, keeping up the practice as he kept getting new dogs as the old one would become deceased. By age eight he was drilled in heavily with military theory and doctrine. Even though he was young, his father was still alive, aged seventy-eight and having been bedridden the past four years. If he was to carry on his father’s legacy he would have to learn everything before the old man perished. Age twelve he begins learning how to fight, being taught how to box and in some degree wrestle due to fears that putting a weapon in his hands he might kill someone on accident, on account of his natural size. By age fourteen more instructors are brought in and more formal etiquette lessons are applied as well. Age fifteen he is given the ability to train with the city guard, going on walks in the countryside where he can better understand the rudimentary commands and leadership. At age sixteen his father loses his ability to see, deciding now is time to educate his son more closely. He educates him on politics for a year before passing. Now aged seventeen, the young inheritor is put underneath an estate manager as the Ailor around him didn’t believe him to be fully capable as an Ailor boy surely would still be incapable to handle himself. By his eighteenth birthday and no signs of being given free reign to handle anything, the Nothorc decides to travel, going to Ithania for a holiday, finding the culture to be ‘overly pretentious’ and ‘rude’ on account of his lineage in front of them. Fed up with not being taken seriously and viewed as more of a threat than someone worth any value, he travels to the Crown Isle to see if he can find ways to prove himself to everyone who doubted him, a rich bastard boy from Montania free at last.
