Isla Meerie, the Scribe

Name: Isla Meerie
Age: 19
Species: Somebody

Primary Elements
1.) Light
2.) Wind
3.) Illusion
4.) Space

Personality: Isla is a desolate soul dipped in disparity. A simple man of no skill or talent aside from his clumsy poetry, his confidence is as hollowed and sallow as the sickly pallor that is his being. The Scribe takes little pleasure in the most indulging of activities - instead, he finds some amusement in manipulating how he perceives the world through an empathy strong enough to change his own beliefs, which he reflects in his "art". Naturally submissive and cowardly, he is most comfortable as an underfoot character in the grand theater of life, where he holds no pressure to perform or even better himself. Though shy, he tends to pose questions to those around him (even strangers) as a narrow form of communication.

"Questions function to permeate the consciousness and open a world of dreams."

Appearance: A small man standing at five foot, six inches when his spine is completely elongated, though Isla slouches constantly, reducing his apparent height by about three inches. Upon his head sprouts wiry, greasy brown hair that hang over his pale blue eyes like rusty guillotines. He dressed nobley out of habit, not out of a need to stand out or be noticed. His apparel is dusty and the colors that would normally vibrant are unusually muted. Black dress pants, a green vest, and a  red undershirt with a rather high collar (a thin, blue tie occasionally accompanies this ensemble of pitiful clothing).

History: A young noble of Radiant Garden who suffered at the hands of fate when life was struck into his lungs. As Isla aged, he gained an increased susceptibility to the reaper's microscopic instruments. His parents, Joanna and Tyr Meerie, began to resent his ailment and the burden that came hand-in-hand with it. The amount of attention that the media focused on Isla crippled both of their political careers, which forced the two to invest all of their resources on a cure, magical or scientific. By the time they reinforced his immune system to only a below-average level, the blow dealt to their respective vocations was near permanent. At the cusp of his adulthood, he was given a small loan of Munny and made to leave home, so that Joanna and Tyr could try and salvage some sort of path for themselves in a world of class and finery. Rather than invest and build his own portfolio, Isla choose the life of a wandering vagrant, attempting to find beauty in a universe of dim stars and shallow lights.

Everything seems to check out, just need you to change your third element to plant as rose is not an applicable element on site.

Elements corrected.