I wonder what it could mean for me to write this in the third character......how exciting. Imagine, if you will, a not so tall but not so small man with a slight figure. Startling blue eyes that he can almost feel ashamed of and hair the colour of wet sand surrounded by olive skin. He'll speak to you often just under a mumble with an accent that leaves the most spirited riddler unable to fathom his origins. With deep set principles and beliefs he struggles to convey to people his personality. He speaks fluently about current affairs, politics, religion and the sciences but doesn't hold 'views' or 'opinions', his only desire for truth. Many that stumble across his path hurry away back to darkened corners of life upon hearing some of the things he has to share, deeply confusing what he feels is a purpose in life. Constantly aware that truth is something that can be distorted and hidden to eventually be forgotten. Outside of all of this he is extremely childish in play and gets excited at the mention of a walk and a visit to tea rooms or a tavern for lunch. Touched with an irresistible urge for beauty through photography, music and other creative hobbies he wishes that all forms of 'art' were free. Overall...... he's just who he is and nothing more. Not wanting to be what he isn't and not trying to prove anything to anyone. That went well, i'd have messed it up for sure if one was left to write it alone.