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⸻⠀the self⠀⸻
Wanting to learn to prefect your craft can be difficult, especially with something as wide ranged and complex as cooking. The best thing about it? He doesn't have to read books. Recipes obviously do not count, they're easy!
The worst thing? The dishes afterward. Growing up, he spent much of his time in the kitchen with his mother, learning how to cook every thing she was willing to teach. It was their time to bond and he never missed a chance (except when mom made him lay down because he was sick). He's always excited about learning new techniques, finding how to make different things work with one another and making a new dish to put out on the family's street stall. When Alaric is out and about in the city, he's much more quiet and reserved, observing the people while looking for new ideas or ingredients to try. While his confidence in his food is high, it's quite the opposite when he has to actually interact with people. Jokes tend to go over his head and he's always scared to say the wrong thing and get himself into trouble.
ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral
LIKES: Food, music, traveling?! (he wants to anyway)
DISLIKES: Reading books, coffee
⸻⠀the body⠀⸻
HEIGHT: 5'6" | 167.64
HAIR COLOR / STYLE: Long, brown, somewhat curly and usually found tied back
EYES: Stormy blue
SKIN TONE: Moderately brown/tan
PHYSIQUE: Athletic
DOM. HAND: Left handed
APPARENT AGE: 24
VOICE: Generally soft-spoken, making it difficult to be heard over a crowd.
MODIFICATIONS // None
SCARS / MARKINGS // None
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⸻⠀the ability and tools⠀⸻
Alaric learned to cook mostly in the kitchen at home with his mother. He does visit some of the other restaurants and shops around to taste their dishes and has learned to distinguish the various tastes through them. At present, he's looking to expand his knowledge, maybe find a tutor if he gets lucky.
ABILITIES // Cooking with a bit of baking in there
ATTIRE // Something light and colorful; whites, greens and golds more often than not
GEAR // None
INVENTORY // notepad and writing utensil, coin
⸻⠀the story⠀⸻
For his parents, he was something of a miracle child. His mother was told she was unable to have children and somehow he had actually come along. Finally getting the child she always wanted, both Alaric and his mother were practically inseparable growing up. His entire life has been spent in Khare where his mother taught him to cook, read and write and how to appreciate the little things in life. When he was in his later teen years, his mother passed away. Both he and his father were distraught, arguments ensued and for a time, he had stopped cooking altogether in his depression.
It was a scent he hadn't breathed in in a long time that made him remember. After an argument with his father, Alaric went to walk around the city when he could smell something delicious. Realizing he hadn't had food all day, he took a seat at the restaurant and was reminded of why it was he liked cooking, food even. It was a rather teary lunch he had, remembering his mother with every bite and how much she would've enjoyed the dish as much as he was. She had been gone two years by then but Alaric made the decision to pull himself together and get back to what he enjoyed doing the most. These days, he has a small stall that opens in the evenings for those walking by on the busy streets as a way to make coin.
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