Wanderer

Male

28

156 lbs

6'1"

A dusty orange red, it looks basically brown, but in the right light it shows its red and oranges.

For the most part Rowans hair is straight, but curls lightly at the ends.

He kept a mustache for several years, before finally parting with it, it was just too much maintenance that he couldn't keep up with.

Indigo blue

Human

Skin that has seen far too much sunlight in its life, though the odd pallor of someone who was pale for most of their childhood.

Thin and lanky, with long arms and legs. Very beanpole, straight up and down.

Eye bags mostly. And his janky clothes.

A mostly symmetrical face, he'd be handsome if he wasn't so unkempt, tired looking, and raggedy.

Rowan is very jumpy, and twitchy. Constantly looking around, glancing over his shoulder in a paranoid manner. He also has odd habits and mannerisms, outdated from a different time and age.

Staying alive, figuring out what is happening to him, and trying to get enough sleep.

Rowan is constantly confused by everything around him, he doesn't have time to stop and get accustomed to things. He's become a very paranoid person, necessity making a man who was once laid-back and friendly into a more closed off, jumpy, though still oddly gallant individual.

Anything new, is immediately met with distrust and suspicion. He isn't the worst with change though, and Rowan has had to learn to make snap judgments that might not always be wise.

Horseback riding, math, and finding food.

He loves to read, but has trouble with the constantly shifting language patterns and terms.

Rowan, when he was young, was a very laid-back amiable sort of man. He was very cordial with his friends and liked social gatherings more than sport. Through time and unexpected circumstances he has become someone who is mildly frightened by his own shadow. Exhausted and never being able to relax has left him a frayed man. Anxious and jumpy and feeling hopelessly lost.

He believes in a God, he's just unsure if they're kind now.

Rowans ideas are both really outdated and surprisingly modern, in a mesh of both he doesn't really understand himself.

He can't keep a job, so he's also homeless :')

Yellow

What he can find. (He has a terrible sweet tooth though)

He still owns a pendant with his family crest on it, back when he was still in his normal time.

Rifles

Rabbit

February 29

Given an education befitting someone of his station. So he can speak English, French, and a bit of German, even play piano and knows how to use a sword. Yet when it comes to modern math or science or history he is entirely lost.

His ability was awakened some time as a child. He got on a horse and by the time he got off, both of his parents had passed of old age and his brothers were adults. He ended up being passed around between them to be raised in secret, but by the time he was a young adult, he was shoved through time once again because he accidentally fell down a hill. Fast.

No.

His parents passed when he was young, technically, and he was raised by his three brothers. Though they are long since gone as well.

Was too young to get an arranged spouse, and by the time he started caring about anything like that he couldn't hold a stable time period, much less a relationship.

Rowan wears... An eclectic bunch of clothes. He has a duster with patches all over it, a button up shirt, leather shoes, and maybe a tie loosely thrown around his neck. He looks homeless, because he is.

If he can manage a thicker coat he wears that, and gloves or mittens are always cherished.

Time moves with Rowan. Literally. The faster he moves the faster time goes around him. It seems to happen at random. He could start jogging and only a few seconds pass by or maybe a few years. Sometimes when he's still no time passes at all and the world slows to a halt. He has no idea whats going on or how to control it. Occasionally time has gone backwards depending on his speed. With no real rules, he's just tossed around hopelessly.