Name: Nedezdra
Gender: Male
Appearance: Nedezdra has an olive skin tone, light blue eyes and long, deep red hair. The texture of his hair is just a bit coarse, and looks wild.
Defects (only required if the character has any):
Age: 26
Personality:
Nedezdra is fiercely independent. He does things when he wants to do it, the way he wants to do it, and he can get snarky if someone tries to get him to do things their way. He is difficult to sway, and he is loyal only to himself. Nedezdra doesn't see himself as a paragon of good, he knows he's not. Lying, cheating and betrayal is not favorable for him, and though he tries to avoid such disreputable acts, Nedezdra does resort to them when he is forced to.

Sample post:
The memories, a flash of pictures and sounds, kept his heart beating softly. His eyes, rounded and brown, picked at the landscape. It was fall now, the sky a soft blue and the horizon a thin band of gold, and it was a sea of gold in Aurelia. The grass was turned a rich yellow and bathed in the warm fall light, and even the wind was cool and comforting. His black mane tumbles over each other, sliding over his arched neck, and giving a peek of the number on the right side of his neck.

He was not sure where he was born, but he was filled with fleeting memories. Snaps of colors, burst of sound and a quick sequence of images were all that was left of the memories he held. None of the faces in them were recognizable now, and he had given up trying to recall their names a long time ago. They, like everything else he had struggled to call up, were lost, drowned in the sea of his mind. Regulus shrugged these new snatches of images away, letting it slide and fade into the background. Aurelia was the present, and he was here, standing amongst the golden grass and feeling the wind that glided over his black skin.

He lifted his white head, turning his dark brown eyes away from the horizon that he had fixated on, and slowly moved away, seeking a place of solitary comfort. It was the voice that stilled him. A rich baritone that crept into his thoughts and gently pushed him away from the ideas that rattled inside. His lips quirked down at the question, and he stared ahead of him, lost in his own musings. That had been a question he had asked many times over. Too many times, and it pounded in rhythm like an anvil shaping the blade of a sword. “That is an answer I would like to know.” His voice was soft and hoarse. It was a voice exhausted with the plights that churned inside him.
Anything else you wish to include: I can finally play my favorite character. :D
Your player name: Vendetta
How you found out about us: AD on Chronicles of Ridet.

I'm so sorry Nedezdra's profile is so short. I tend to write better in posts than profiles.