Post by Valeran Salaisuus on Nov 12, 2006 15:26:10 GMT -5
Name: Valeran Salaisuus
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Status: Swordsman
Affiliation: Monarchy but not closely tied
Appearance: Valeran has long jet black hair which he usually ties back in a single tail. His eyes are a very pale blue but can range from grey to almost black depending on his mood. Like most elves he has no facial hair and is lithe, thin but surprisingly strong for his slender frame. He usually wears a long black coat that closes across his chest but opens at waist height and hangs just below his knees. Other wise he wears close fitting trousers and shirts the only ornament being a silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand which has a vine design. However he has a long scar the stretches from his right shoulder to his left hip that came from a collapsing roof. In cold, damp weather it causes discomfort and can stiffen him if he does not stretch.
Personality: He is usually calm and mild mannered, although he gets angry when people are overbearingly arrogant. Despite his calm demeanor he has a lot of drive and a deep enthusiasm for all things wild and natural. However despite arrogance in people the main thing that sets him off is the unwarranted and unnecessary destruction and murder of all living things.
Strengths: He is an accomplished swordsman and is also very healthy and his tracking skills are sufficient for a woodsman.
Weaknesses: The most magic he knows is a small spark spell to light a fire, so obviously he has little magical skill. The afore mentioned scar can slow him down and can be very painful. He also suffers from mild fits (mostly lack of control in his limbs) but these are far and few between.
Magic: As above, sparks is about as good as it gets.
Weaponry Skills: The straight sword (jian) is his most accomplished weapon although knife fighting and unarmed combat are also strong suits. However his marksmanship is average and being an elf he is almost useless at wrestling larger foes. ie humans
Character History: Born in a small elven village he grew up with only five others in the village his age. He was considered pretty average at the traditional bowman skills and his tracking and hunting was good but nothing special. It was only at the age of 15 when he was given a wooden sword to train with did he show true talent and after 5 years he began beating the veterans of the village and after another 3 he was undefeated. He left home at 23 and began traveling, winding his way up in the MArtial Arts School in Southglass were he soon rose in status and honed his skills. It was at the age of 8 he received his scar when an old shed collapsed on him.
Sample RP: [[Admittedly its from a different site but it gives you an impression I suppose
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Dace had been in Dragonedge for around a year now, but had mostly spent his time in the outlying villages and more wild areas of the kingdom. However he had been on one of his rare trips into the city to collect a few things that just weren't available in the small settlements.
After visiting the market and other, more specialised, shops he had began heading for the east exit, bringing him near the graveyard. Thus he had caught the last refrains of an oddly haunting, yet melodic song. To hear such verse in a graveyard was an odd enough occurrence to be worth investigating, and so keeping himself out of plain view, if not completely hiding, he entered.
At first it seemed as if the graveyard was empty until the figure of a woman became apparent, and even from this distance Dace could see the odd expression on her face. Walking between the graves he noticed an odd smell of decay that always accompanied places of mourning as the flowers left for those too far gone to see them, wilted and died. Eventually he came within ten feet or so of the woman and just stopped, regarding with mild interest.
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Status: Swordsman
Affiliation: Monarchy but not closely tied
Appearance: Valeran has long jet black hair which he usually ties back in a single tail. His eyes are a very pale blue but can range from grey to almost black depending on his mood. Like most elves he has no facial hair and is lithe, thin but surprisingly strong for his slender frame. He usually wears a long black coat that closes across his chest but opens at waist height and hangs just below his knees. Other wise he wears close fitting trousers and shirts the only ornament being a silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand which has a vine design. However he has a long scar the stretches from his right shoulder to his left hip that came from a collapsing roof. In cold, damp weather it causes discomfort and can stiffen him if he does not stretch.
Personality: He is usually calm and mild mannered, although he gets angry when people are overbearingly arrogant. Despite his calm demeanor he has a lot of drive and a deep enthusiasm for all things wild and natural. However despite arrogance in people the main thing that sets him off is the unwarranted and unnecessary destruction and murder of all living things.
Strengths: He is an accomplished swordsman and is also very healthy and his tracking skills are sufficient for a woodsman.
Weaknesses: The most magic he knows is a small spark spell to light a fire, so obviously he has little magical skill. The afore mentioned scar can slow him down and can be very painful. He also suffers from mild fits (mostly lack of control in his limbs) but these are far and few between.
Magic: As above, sparks is about as good as it gets.
Weaponry Skills: The straight sword (jian) is his most accomplished weapon although knife fighting and unarmed combat are also strong suits. However his marksmanship is average and being an elf he is almost useless at wrestling larger foes. ie humans
Character History: Born in a small elven village he grew up with only five others in the village his age. He was considered pretty average at the traditional bowman skills and his tracking and hunting was good but nothing special. It was only at the age of 15 when he was given a wooden sword to train with did he show true talent and after 5 years he began beating the veterans of the village and after another 3 he was undefeated. He left home at 23 and began traveling, winding his way up in the MArtial Arts School in Southglass were he soon rose in status and honed his skills. It was at the age of 8 he received his scar when an old shed collapsed on him.
Sample RP: [[Admittedly its from a different site but it gives you an impression I suppose
]]Dace had been in Dragonedge for around a year now, but had mostly spent his time in the outlying villages and more wild areas of the kingdom. However he had been on one of his rare trips into the city to collect a few things that just weren't available in the small settlements.
After visiting the market and other, more specialised, shops he had began heading for the east exit, bringing him near the graveyard. Thus he had caught the last refrains of an oddly haunting, yet melodic song. To hear such verse in a graveyard was an odd enough occurrence to be worth investigating, and so keeping himself out of plain view, if not completely hiding, he entered.
At first it seemed as if the graveyard was empty until the figure of a woman became apparent, and even from this distance Dace could see the odd expression on her face. Walking between the graves he noticed an odd smell of decay that always accompanied places of mourning as the flowers left for those too far gone to see them, wilted and died. Eventually he came within ten feet or so of the woman and just stopped, regarding with mild interest.
