Sometimes amidst of all the wars, all you need to become is the lighthouse. A lighthouse is for others; powerless to illuminate the space closest to it.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: Lighthouse-Keeping Tailor
Hair Color: Caramel
Eye Color: Steel blue
Skintone: Golden tan
Description: Not tall, not short, not overly handsome, nor ugly; Aaron Blackburn is somewhere in the midst of all that. Until he flashes his toothy smile. It's a cocky grin, welcoming and offputting all at once. It has charm and charisma, and when it fades, not even his steel blue eyes can hold a candle to it. His hair is a brown-blond caramel of middling length, and his beard and mustache are the same.
One might expect the tailor to dress in the height of fashion, to show off his cunning stitchery, but Blackburn does not, most often found in a simple ivory tunic, belted at the waist with a strip of brown leather, his pants a darker shade of sand, swallowed up by tall boots the same umbre hue as his belt.
Personality: It wouldn't be wrong to call Aaron Blackburn an optimist with a penchant for sarcasm and the distinctive ability of keeping others at arms' length while appearing to welcome them close. He's been dealt some hard knocks by life but bounced back with wry humor intact. He's got an explorers eye for fashion, and a daring that has been forcibly transmuted into his tailoring, and a leftover romanticism from his days adventuring under the employ of the Ashfords.
Background: Fate and the Gods dealt Aaron Blackburn a hand both sweet and sour. The gregarious boy grew up amidst the Ashfords, his family being vassals of theirs for time out of mind. Adventure was in his blood, in his soul, and he hungered for it the way a drought thirsts for rain. Among their ranks he served, at first running messages, mending clothes, and then, finally, joining expeditions. He adventured for several beautiful, glorious years. Exploration was his adrenaline, his drug, and Aaron was addicted.
But addicts get careless. They push ever further, ever harder. And eventually, they crash. Aaron crashed hard. Out searching for the ancient and unfindable, he found a treacherous crag and a life-altering knock to the head at the bottom. His equilibrium was never the same. His memory would not recover. Swinging a sword, climbing a tree or a mountainside were no longer in the cards for the sweet, devil-may-care Blackburn.
Instead, Aaron was relegated back to Arvum where he struggled with his inner demons and emerged seemingly victorious. He took up a position as Lighthouse Keeper, and turned back to mending clothes. And mending clothes became, slowly, creating outfits and styles. Eventually, Aaron Blackburn became a tailor in his own right. Mens clothing, mostly, but there are always special cases to be made. Of course, The Lighthouse is appointment-only. Surely you've heard?
|Norwood||That man is such a good sport. No matter the outcome of this, I'm proud to be on his team for this.|
|Reese||The tailor got egged and creamed, but he is a good sport and pretty calm about it all. Seems like a laid back guy.|
|Siobhan||Aaron is a tailor. Says he lives overlooking the bay. He didn't buy me a drink, and he only laughed at one of my jokes, but he invited me along with him and showed me how to get around. He's none too sharp, though. Doesn't pick up what a girl lays down, if you catch my drift. But he gave me fair credit for my skills, even if he was in a hurry to get rid of me soon enough. Well, no matter. I'm sure once we spend more time together, he'll like me just fine.|