Estair

The Basics
Name: Estair
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Date Of Birth: 16th of November
Nationality: Unknown
Hometown: Unknown
Occupation: Scholar
Alignment: Neutral Good
Theme Song: youtu.be/4Tr0otuiQuU

Outer Stuff
Face Claim: Devon Werkheiser
Height: 5ft 9in (Small Frame)
Weight: 157lb
Hair color: Brunette
Hair style: Straight
Eye color: Gray
Skin color:.White- not pale
Posture: Tired, slight slouch
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings: None
Accessories: Archaic bracelet on left hand, archaic necklace with a single ball.
Clothes: Black Robe, said robe has a hood
Anything Else: He’s blind and he has narcolepsy

Inner Stuff
Likes:

• Water
  
• Dreaming
  
• Sight
  
• Being trusted despite his disabilities
  
• Reading (Books that are written in braille)
  

Dislikes:

• Danger to others
  
• Being Rudely Awoken
  
• Drowning
  

Strengths:

• Manipulation of water and earth
  
• Heightened Senses of feeling and hearing
  
• Future sight
  
• Skilled in close-range combat
  
• Quick reflexes/Speed
  

Weaknesses:

• Narcolepsy (Meaning he could essentially fall asleep in battle and be left defenseless)
  
• Long-Ranged attacks
  
• Blind and may need another person to “be his eyes” on many occasions
  

Goal(s):

• Live his life doing things he enjoys despite his disabilities.
  

Habits/ Quirks:

• Falling asleep on short notice
  
• Yawns very often, including midspeech
  

Relationships:

• Unfortunately, due to his condition and the way he thinks, no actual notable relationships have been made.
  

Overview:
A very chill and relaxed dude, always has a calm air about him. He applies knowledge and logic to most problems he comes across, cracking a joke or two along the way. While he may not seem like it, he is always alert of his surroundings. When the time calls for it, his relaxed demeanor can change to a no-fun allowed, determined one in almost a blink of an eye.




His childhood is not one that people would consider… normal. It started with the fact that he was born blind, not that he had gained it through other means. His parents eventually had learned to cope with it, but the task in itself was not easy. He tended to get himself into mischief quite often, and if not mischief, then trouble. As such, someone needed to be with him at all times. Of course, his parents had to take that role, but there were sometimes where they just couldn’t keep an eye on him. At the end of one of such times, he was found playing with water. No, not playing with water as in “splashing” and “swimming”, think of it along the lines of “He was making the water float in midair and giggling at it”. For once, he actually seemed to feel as if he knew what he was doing. This inherent magical talent at a young age made his parents send him to a school of magical arts, where he went through vigorous training and relentless tests in order to hone his powers, whilst overcoming his blindness.
None knew when exactly it began to happen, it just started up one day. In the midst of training he just… fell asleep. The excuse was that he had used up his magical power for the day, but that was the problem. Never before had he lasted such a short amount of time in practice. When woken up later and asked what happened, he responded with a simple phrase, “I could see”.
They couldn’t think of any sort of logical explanation for this, what did he see, what COULD he see, did he know what these things were? He couldn’t answer them, all he knows was that he saw something for once. Much to the ill-fortune of his teachers, the random napping became a common occurrence. His training became much harder for both himself, and his teachers... but they managed to pull through in the end. He managed to graduate with knowledge of how to manipulate the earth and water, with the knowledge of reading braille, extremely trained and heightened senses, and a large tendency of sleeping.
It is now that he is faced with a new problem. There is nowhere for him to go, no one would hire someone of with his disabilities. He spends his days wandering down a path he cannot see, studying his surroundings as he travels. While he may not have sight, his senses of touch, smell, and hearing have not betrayed him thus far.
The real question is not how he does it, but how he remains alive if known to fall asleep at random intervals. Does he, perhaps, have a guardian angel? Has fortune kept his eyes on him for so long that he just will not be harmed? The answer will remain a mystery only to those who dare not follow him on his journeys…

OOC Stuff
Anything Else:
OOC Name: Shail
Name Color: #993300]
Number Of Stars: One
Color Of Stars: Yellow


(If there are inconsistencies, please tell me.)