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Name: Zinzie Seatoby
Nicknames: Zin, Zinny
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 165
Specific Appearance: Zinzie is a tall and lanky man. He has an olive complexion, a messy head full of curly brown hair, and a goofy smile that never seems to go away. His eyes are often half lidded, stuck in an expression that makes him appear to be only slightly aware of his surroundings. He certainly doesn't come off as a brilliant guy. His style of dress is colorful and unorganized. He loves purple, loose fitting clothes, jewelry, and hates shoes.
Birth Place: Born in the mountains of Locus
Enemies: Not many. Zinzie prides himself on being everyone's friend, whether they like it or not.
Allies: Everyone he meets.
Occupation: Potion maker/ apothecary
Machaerophorus Mark: He doesn't have one (le gasp) due to his undocumented birth.
Skills: Potion making?
Key Personality Traits: Zinzie is very friendly, goofy, and often comes off as a complete imbecile. However, he has his uses. He's a skilled potion maker, and seems to know his stuff well enough. He loves to help out, and is easily taken advantage of. He's just a tad bit on the naive side.
Key Quirks: He seems to have a sort of addiction to a strange concoction that he cooks up. It's likely the cause of his odd personality. More or less, he's on drugs constantly.
His method of speech is a very odd one. Half the time, one can hardly understand him. He also swears a lot, but not in an aggressive way. It's almost as if the more he swears around you, the more he likes you.
Weapon of Choice: His potions could be considered weapons, but he'd never use them as such. If fact, he rarely ever uses his potions for himself. He only sells them.
Armor of Choice: None.
Bio:
Little is known about lovable little Zinzie's life. He was born in a mountainous region of the world, in a small cabin. His mother died of illness when he was only 12, and his father was never around to care for him. Because of his poor upbringing, Zinzie has developed a good plenty of issues. He got into potion making when he found an old book about it on a dusty old bookcase. The young boy made his first potion when he was 13. It was an elixir that turned grass orange. Much amused by this, he began a quest to learn more.
Zinzie left him lonely home and traveled down from the mountains and into a nearby village. It was only then that he realized that if he wanted ingredients for more potions, he'd have to buy them. And he'd need money. So the young boy began working odd jobs until he was eventually known of the town's helpful little waif. He made enough money from his chores to buy what he needed, and slowly as the years passed, he got better. Soon, he was making things that people actually wanted to buy.
Zinzie now lives in a much bigger town, with his own store full of books, ingredients, and other such things. He'll happily whip up potions for a fee, most of which that are helpful. But every now and then, he likes to make a completely useless one just to amuse himself. He's often seen as a little bit off by the towns people. Some say he's completely nuts.
Originally Posted by ArchangelUriel
