Post by Naithenir Devtherion on Oct 29, 2006 12:14:22 GMT -5
Name: Naithenir Devtherion
Age: Looks to be about 30 human years old.
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Status: He is from a fairly wealthy family, a soldier (I plan for him to fight as a Bowman)
Affiliation: Fealty to the monarchy
Appearance: Naithenir has a long, thin face with high cheekbones and angular features. He has slightly slanted blue eyes and a wide mouth, with a long, straight nose - not unattractive. His hair is very long, having been allowed to grow all the way down his back, and is raven black in colour. His skin is naturally pale, but has a tan sheen to it from being outdoors all the time.
He is very tall, and has a slender yet muscular frame. He is most often seen wearing the uniform of the elven army, as well as many jewels and a bronze headpiece. When not dressed in the army garb, he is appreciative of fine materials, but prefers to wear black or grey, dressing very sombrely.
Personality: Naithenir is very serious, very determined. He is the "strong, silent type" who can sometimes come across as being unfriendly because of such. However, people are drawn to him because he is so self-assured; he does not allow others to see his weaknesses, and peple trust him because of this. He regards loyalty, strength, and beauty as being of the utmost importance, and is something of a perfectionist.
Strengths: He is physically very strong, and an incredible fighter. He channels all of his energy and frustration with others into his athletic skills, and consequently he is exceptionally talented. He is strong-willed also.
Weaknesses: He sacrificed all social activities to train, and so sometimes finds it difficult to communicate with the general people on a personal scale. He is also overly competitive, and strongly dislikes others being more skilled than he is. He has a tendancy to easily make enemies, as he dislikes those who he feels are too loud. Finally, he can do no magic whatsoever, and fears it a little; he knows he would be extremely vunerable against a Mage or the like.
Magic: None
Weaponary Skills: He carries an elven short-bow, his skill with it being nigh unmatchable (post-training in the army ^^). He also carries twin swords at his belt which he he can sufficiently use (again post-training
)
Character History: Naithenir was born and raised in the elven town of Lorwynne. His father was a soldier, as was his father before him, and most of the males in the family for as far back as was remembered. His mother died in childbirth, and so he never knew her; he was surrounded by men all his life and consequently feels awkward around women.
He had been living by his bow for his whole life; he got his first bow when he was just five years old, and spent his time perfecting his aim, shooting at targets he made, small animals, unwary people - anything he could.
Age calmed his restlessness as a child, and caused him to realise the worth of others (and stopped him shooting at them). Now he looks only to promote his town and the welfare of the elves.
Sample RP: (Lifted from another RPG I am a member of)
Bryn crept silently past the Guilds around him, behind looming Pillars and old, fallen rocks, until he reached the Guild at the far end of the area. Allegedly abandoned, the Elementers' Guild was falling down... but deep within it, its members still met, where they would continue to talk and practise their spells... Bryn had not wanted to go home that evening, and so he had come here.
Walking amongst rubble, fallen bricks and smashed artefacts, he made his way to the centre of the guild. A large door stood in front of him, and he rapped sharply on it with his knuckles three times. An eye hole slid open, and looked him up and down before exclaiming, "Bryn!" and letting him in.
"Thanks Harry..." He whispered to the Door Keeper.
Inside, the Elementers had done their best to redo the Guild, and inside was fine furniture and rugs, carpets, food, eveything they could want. Fire Elelmenters had made roaring fires, Wind Elementers had removed msot of the rubble, Water Elementers had caused fountains to spring from the ground, and Earth Elementers had wrought furniture from stone. This was Bryn's haven.
There were few about at such a late hour, and he found himself a quiet corner before practising his magic. Snapping his fingers, he lit a flame. It glew, flickered and danced at his fingertips, and sweeping it around in a circle in front of him, he left it burning in the air, a firey hole only extinguishable to water elementers... He let it burn a while longer, and then released his hold on the magic.
This time he scooped up palmfuls of fire from thin air, throwing them about as if juggling with simple balls in a circus. But these were no balls; these were fire. His tricks grew more and more complicated until he was swathed in a bed of firey threads, all writhing in a complex pattern about him. His previously dark corner had been transformed, it burnt so brightly that others were forced to avert their eyes. Bryn smiled, blissfully happy. Although his gift was more a curse than anything else, he still was happiest when using his flames.
He continued to burn in the corner, playing with the bright embers and flames, until he heard another enter the room...
Age: Looks to be about 30 human years old.
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Status: He is from a fairly wealthy family, a soldier (I plan for him to fight as a Bowman)
Affiliation: Fealty to the monarchy
Appearance: Naithenir has a long, thin face with high cheekbones and angular features. He has slightly slanted blue eyes and a wide mouth, with a long, straight nose - not unattractive. His hair is very long, having been allowed to grow all the way down his back, and is raven black in colour. His skin is naturally pale, but has a tan sheen to it from being outdoors all the time.
He is very tall, and has a slender yet muscular frame. He is most often seen wearing the uniform of the elven army, as well as many jewels and a bronze headpiece. When not dressed in the army garb, he is appreciative of fine materials, but prefers to wear black or grey, dressing very sombrely.
Personality: Naithenir is very serious, very determined. He is the "strong, silent type" who can sometimes come across as being unfriendly because of such. However, people are drawn to him because he is so self-assured; he does not allow others to see his weaknesses, and peple trust him because of this. He regards loyalty, strength, and beauty as being of the utmost importance, and is something of a perfectionist.
Strengths: He is physically very strong, and an incredible fighter. He channels all of his energy and frustration with others into his athletic skills, and consequently he is exceptionally talented. He is strong-willed also.
Weaknesses: He sacrificed all social activities to train, and so sometimes finds it difficult to communicate with the general people on a personal scale. He is also overly competitive, and strongly dislikes others being more skilled than he is. He has a tendancy to easily make enemies, as he dislikes those who he feels are too loud. Finally, he can do no magic whatsoever, and fears it a little; he knows he would be extremely vunerable against a Mage or the like.
Magic: None
Weaponary Skills: He carries an elven short-bow, his skill with it being nigh unmatchable (post-training in the army ^^). He also carries twin swords at his belt which he he can sufficiently use (again post-training
)Character History: Naithenir was born and raised in the elven town of Lorwynne. His father was a soldier, as was his father before him, and most of the males in the family for as far back as was remembered. His mother died in childbirth, and so he never knew her; he was surrounded by men all his life and consequently feels awkward around women.
He had been living by his bow for his whole life; he got his first bow when he was just five years old, and spent his time perfecting his aim, shooting at targets he made, small animals, unwary people - anything he could.
Age calmed his restlessness as a child, and caused him to realise the worth of others (and stopped him shooting at them). Now he looks only to promote his town and the welfare of the elves.
Sample RP: (Lifted from another RPG I am a member of)
Bryn crept silently past the Guilds around him, behind looming Pillars and old, fallen rocks, until he reached the Guild at the far end of the area. Allegedly abandoned, the Elementers' Guild was falling down... but deep within it, its members still met, where they would continue to talk and practise their spells... Bryn had not wanted to go home that evening, and so he had come here.
Walking amongst rubble, fallen bricks and smashed artefacts, he made his way to the centre of the guild. A large door stood in front of him, and he rapped sharply on it with his knuckles three times. An eye hole slid open, and looked him up and down before exclaiming, "Bryn!" and letting him in.
"Thanks Harry..." He whispered to the Door Keeper.
Inside, the Elementers had done their best to redo the Guild, and inside was fine furniture and rugs, carpets, food, eveything they could want. Fire Elelmenters had made roaring fires, Wind Elementers had removed msot of the rubble, Water Elementers had caused fountains to spring from the ground, and Earth Elementers had wrought furniture from stone. This was Bryn's haven.
There were few about at such a late hour, and he found himself a quiet corner before practising his magic. Snapping his fingers, he lit a flame. It glew, flickered and danced at his fingertips, and sweeping it around in a circle in front of him, he left it burning in the air, a firey hole only extinguishable to water elementers... He let it burn a while longer, and then released his hold on the magic.
This time he scooped up palmfuls of fire from thin air, throwing them about as if juggling with simple balls in a circus. But these were no balls; these were fire. His tricks grew more and more complicated until he was swathed in a bed of firey threads, all writhing in a complex pattern about him. His previously dark corner had been transformed, it burnt so brightly that others were forced to avert their eyes. Bryn smiled, blissfully happy. Although his gift was more a curse than anything else, he still was happiest when using his flames.
He continued to burn in the corner, playing with the bright embers and flames, until he heard another enter the room...
