Francisco Teodoro - Time's Entry

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone.
Say, could that lad be I?

Full Name

Francisco Kaiser Teodoro


18th of November, 1872

Physical / Biological Age

148 / 21

Sex / Gender

Male / Male


Father: Andrew Gilling
Mother: Harmonia
Siblings: Children of Harmonia


Francisco is not a fighter, he fashioned himself from the lesser known type of hero in the Greek world. The hero of knowledge. However, he does know how to hold his own in a fight. He knows how to use a sword and has a very good aim.


Francisco Teodoro is the proof that one must change with the times. If one would compare him to the boy, the child, that sought to control the heavens to what he is now, one would laugh. Gone was the arrogance and selfish ambition and replaced with a humble yearning that seeks a quiet life. Francisco is content with seeking a domestic life rather than seeking glory and fame. Well read, Francisco is open to any particular philosophical debate with one person, however, he fully confesses his limits to knowledge. He can only know so much. One might struggle to force Francisco to come to a conclusion. He will discuss something with you but turns away from finding a definite confusion. He has been alive for more than a century but he feels more and more of his memories and knowledge slipping away from him. That fear has remained with him for as long as he could remember. He grieves lost knowledge. The burning of the Alexandria library is still an important tragedy that he believes people do not discuss enough.

Francisco often moves to his own beat and wants to explore his own ideas and make informed opinions on his own. Whilst he is always open to new ideas, he's unlikely to go with the status quo simply because everyone else is agreeing to it. Francisco is prideful in his own honour and his ability to keep his word. However, he's not stubborn and accepts a changing of opinion. He does he what he believes is necessary.


Mull was astern, rum on the port, the gods on the starboard bow.
Give me again all that was there, give me the sun that shone.

All that was good, all that was fair.
All that was me is gone.

Glory of youth glowed in his soul,
Where is that glory now?

Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lad that's gone.
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