Post by Erevir on Nov 22, 2009 22:08:02 GMT -5
Name: Erevir Arborson
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Aelran
Appearance: Erevir is about 5 feet and 11 inches, or a little under two meters. He has a thicker build than most, but not in a way that stands out. He has made sure to keep himself fit. His hair is a dark auburn (reddish brown) which rests just above his shoulders with a slight wave. Occasionally he ties his hair back to keep it out of his face. His blue eyes are the color of a raging tempest sweeping over the depths of the oceans.(Thats a very dark blue. Had to think about that for a moment.) He wears a full, but closely trimmed beard which surrounds a smiling mouth. His skin tone is light, but not pale.
He can be found in whatever clothes happens to fit the occasion. His typical outfit is simple, and nondescript. When he goes out into the lands surrounding cities, however he looks much rougher. Ragged, knee high leather boots go on, the original color lost to the ravages of time. A pair of bracers will be seen with an archer's glove covering a few of his right hand fingers at times. A dark brown leather vest covers a deep red, long sleeved tunic. A pair of black pants tuck into the boots and a ,once again, worn grey, hooded cloak is thrown on over all.
He normally can be found with his bow carried over his shoulder, and a quiver with several arrows in it. Sometimes he also carries a quarterstaff as well.
English longbow pictures:
hawkwind.sweb.cz/100lbsfulldraw.JPG
www.bogenbau-wiltschko.at/pix/fotos/m.JPG
The weapon which he learned to summon around the age of 19 is a powerful recurve bow which comes with a matching quiver full of arrows. It is of beautiful design, with gold designs on the wood. He has named it Suruna which means "Sure One"
2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Uy1LPTfvW4/SfXCOrUY_8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/KKy3Kvac-7I/s320/bow.gif
(LotR bows FTW!)
Personality: Erevir is someone who can be a little fickle at times. He's pleasant enough most of the time and he'll open up to people even, but he carries a sadness that makes it's way to the surface at other times. He enjoys people, yet values his privacy. He tries to help, but almost always remains slightly aloof. He's old enough to understand that he doesn't have to sulk in his difficulties. He can revel in the joys of his own and other people's lives.
Though he is fascinated by the tales of great warriors and various ancient legends, he doesn't approve of fighting when it isn't necessary. Of course, he thinks that fighting for self defense is a given. He tries to be respectful to people, and occasionally misses sarcasm.
History:
Erevir was born to a family on the run. One which he never knew. His parents were on the run trying to escape the pursuit from the empire. As they fled through the province of Hakan, they had no choice but to hide their toddler aged son and hope that the pursuit would not find him when it passed through. His parents hoped he could find a way to escape the fate which hounded his kind. Erevir was left outside the homestead of one of the more defiant families in Hakan's central land.
Ted and Gertrude Yewdin found the child outside their house, in the arbor which provided shade. It wasn't a "wake up in the peaceful morning to find a small bundle" affair either. His cries and screams woke them well before dawn, and they hadn't a clue what they should do with him. They decided that they would get rid of him, take him to an orphanage or something. Then the pursuit came through and asked about the parents. They made many demands, not hostile, but enough to frustrate Ted. Now the people of Hakan may be a part of the Empire, but Ted didn't like being treated the way he was, being lumped as though he was just a nobody who's only purpose was to answer the soldiers questions and do his job. When asked about the child then, he saw it as a way to have his way, however small, in the matter. He lied and told them that Erevir was the child of a distant relation who had died. Ted claimed the boy as his own adopted son and convinced the soldiers that it was so. Upon hearing this they told him to get the child registered at the capital. Ted did this and Erevir was registered as a human.
As the boy grew, his adoptive parents grew fond of him, and trained him in all the ways they could. He was taught how to fish and hunt with string, snare and bow. He was taught to read and write as well as any librarian aide. He learned how to craft and repair the boats he used to fish out of. He studied a great deal about the old myths and legends. Life was looking good for him.
Upon reaching the age of nineteen, he and some other young men of the local region were on a fishing trip in a lake. They were floating in several boats. Erevir was the only occupant in his. He and some of the others were talking about different methods of fishing, when Erevir said he could shoot a fish with an arrow to get it. This was laughed at by the others, but the young bowman just couldn't get the idea out of his head. He sat up and pictured himself aiming his bow at the water. Imagine his surprise when a cloud of golden smoke appeared and then dissipated only to find himself holding a bow in his previously empty hands. He dropped the bow and it disappeared in another puff as it clattered to the bottom of his boat. He looked around, shaken, and headed back quickly towards home. He wasn't sure if he'd been seen, but he wasn't planning on sticking around.
When he got home, he hem-hawed around the subject. He didn't know how to bring it up. Eventually he just said it. His adoptive parents were very concerned now for his wellbeing. It didn't bother them that he was different in the ways he was, but now they were worried that he would be discovered and killed. Erevir decided to leave before any trouble could crop up.
He left the province of Hakan and traveled northeast, wandering across the lands for years, and finding ways to support himself off of he skills he had. He never settled down for long in any one area.
As the years went by, he realized that he hated what was happening to the other Aelrans, but that he wasn't in a position to stop it. No one was as far as he knew. He increased his knowledge to include other cultural myths, and modern history. He learned how to defend himself with a walking staff that he carried, and his talent with the bow caused other bowman to aspire to his skill level. As for his ability to summon a bow.... At first he wanted nothing to do with it. That was what had caused all the trouble to start with. As time went on, however, he realized that it was the persecution, not the ability that the trouble came from. He began practicing with it all that he could, and soon discovered that it came with a quiver of arrows, as well. He named it Suruna, or "Sure One" after a bow from one of his favorite legends. It was incredibly accurate, but few people got to see it used, as it was one of his closest kept secrets.
Finally, he decided he would go home. Not to the same place he grew up, but at least to Hakan. He found a small town called Grey's Watch along the Orond bay in North-central Hakan(above the K and A in "Hakan" on the map) The town was looking to expand, and so was looking for a teacher. Erevir was hired and gave his name as Erevir Arborson. At first he taught everything, but as a few of his students proved particularly adept at some of the work, they were promoted to teachers soon enough.
He's been there three years now, his years of running over for now. He teaches history and ancient history, occasionally managing to throw in some marksmanship tutoring. He's gotten to be loved by the people there and loves them in return, but memories of the past still haunt him. Running all those years to survive, and the fate that awaits him if he is discovered.
RP Sample:
Erevir walked through the warm morning air. It would be only another two hours until mid-day and the temperature was beginning to rise to its normal summer heat. He strode in from the edge of town with his trusty longbow gripped in his hand and propped on his shoulder. He'd gone out early that morning from his home on the edge of town more for a simple hike through the countryside than a hunting trip. As he made his trip across the town he was joined by some of the young men of the town.
"Hello, Elder Erevir," Ryan said coming along side. "I see you shot up most of your arrows again. Did you forget your sighting spectacles?" Ryan was a sarcastic teenager who loved to give his teacher a hard time, especially about his age. Despite this, the two actually had a good friendship, and Erevir had taken it on himself to show the boy all he could about mastering archery.
Erevir glanced down at his nearly empty quiver and replied laughing a little. "Humph, I thought you younglings were supposed to respect your elders." The Mid-Summer Feast was in preparation so there was a relatively celebratory mood in the air. "Did Mother decide to let you out on a play date today?" He ribbed back at his apprentice bowman.
"Oh, how can I be expected to do chores when a stranger comes to town? Do you know, he parades himself around as the 'Master of Archery', and charges money to watch him do stupid, trick shots?" Ryan rolled his eyes and reached up to brush his mop of light brown hair out of his face. "He's good, but he'd never stand a chance against you."
Erevir laughed at his protege's reaction. "I'm grateful for your vote of confidence, but I'd hate to ruin his show for him."
They walked into a fletcher's shop where Erevir liked to buy supplies to make his arrows. A few of the local hunters were in and were buzzing about "Dietrich, the Master of Archery"
"Hello Erevir. The usual?" The shop keeper asked.
"Yes please, Ron. Just put the bill to the town center. They'll take it out of my salary." He grinned at the fletcher as the man reached up to the top shelf and pulled down the necessary materials.
"You know," The older fellow said as he brought the stuff to the counter,"Alot of us here wouldn't mind seeing you shut this trick shooter up with a demonstration of your own." He grinned his missing tooth grin as he handed Erevir the sack of equipment.
"That's what I thought," Ryan piped up, smiling conspiratorially at the older man, "but he thinks it would be indecent to destroy the newbie's profits."
Ron winked at the two of them. "That's our Erevir. Always looking out for the other man."
Erevir adopted the air of a man resigned to a painful task. "Yes it's true. It is quite a burden at times to be known as the best archer in the area, but someone has to do it." They burst out laughing at his modest attitude. Everyone, including himself knew he was the best, but he didn't rub it in their faces, and most were content to hail him as "their best archer". What the others did not know was that in his years on the run, before settling here, he had obtained that title many times.
He hadn't intended to get caught up in the other's playfulness, but before he realized it, they had left the fletcher's shop and he was sharing lunch with Ryan's family. Troy and Jane, Ryan's parents had insisted, and Ryan's younger brother, the seven year old Jimmy, had pleaded with Erevir until he relented and stayed.
Since arriving in Grey's Watch to be their school teacher, he had seen it change a great deal. It had gone from a stagnant village which wasn't going anywhere to a thriving town, and it was still growing. The towns people were opening up. Their children were being taught more than just the basic skills needed to survive and it was broadening their horizons. Erevir had garnered the respect of the children, adults and elderly, and had acted as a bridge to connect Grey's Watch in a way that it was able to support it's own growth now.
As he was finishing up his lunch with his friends, a stranger approached with a bow across his back and stopped in front of Erevir. The stranger looked down at the "Town's Master Archer", a look of slight scorn and bemusement as he watched Erevir finish his bite of roast. "So, You are the Great Erevir. I just finished another one of my shows, and several more of the people there said I should seek you out and challenge you. Apparently, they think you deserve the title of "Master of Archery"..."
Extras:
>The RP sample will lead directly into my first post...
>You should know that the bow is from a book series I read. It is ordinary except for being exceptionally well made.
>The name is also from the same series, but Erevir is not the person that uses the bow. In fact the character here is very much my own. I just liked the name and thought it fit.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Aelran
Appearance: Erevir is about 5 feet and 11 inches, or a little under two meters. He has a thicker build than most, but not in a way that stands out. He has made sure to keep himself fit. His hair is a dark auburn (reddish brown) which rests just above his shoulders with a slight wave. Occasionally he ties his hair back to keep it out of his face. His blue eyes are the color of a raging tempest sweeping over the depths of the oceans.(Thats a very dark blue. Had to think about that for a moment.) He wears a full, but closely trimmed beard which surrounds a smiling mouth. His skin tone is light, but not pale.
He can be found in whatever clothes happens to fit the occasion. His typical outfit is simple, and nondescript. When he goes out into the lands surrounding cities, however he looks much rougher. Ragged, knee high leather boots go on, the original color lost to the ravages of time. A pair of bracers will be seen with an archer's glove covering a few of his right hand fingers at times. A dark brown leather vest covers a deep red, long sleeved tunic. A pair of black pants tuck into the boots and a ,once again, worn grey, hooded cloak is thrown on over all.
He normally can be found with his bow carried over his shoulder, and a quiver with several arrows in it. Sometimes he also carries a quarterstaff as well.
English longbow pictures:
hawkwind.sweb.cz/100lbsfulldraw.JPG
www.bogenbau-wiltschko.at/pix/fotos/m.JPG
The weapon which he learned to summon around the age of 19 is a powerful recurve bow which comes with a matching quiver full of arrows. It is of beautiful design, with gold designs on the wood. He has named it Suruna which means "Sure One"
2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Uy1LPTfvW4/SfXCOrUY_8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/KKy3Kvac-7I/s320/bow.gif
(LotR bows FTW!)
Personality: Erevir is someone who can be a little fickle at times. He's pleasant enough most of the time and he'll open up to people even, but he carries a sadness that makes it's way to the surface at other times. He enjoys people, yet values his privacy. He tries to help, but almost always remains slightly aloof. He's old enough to understand that he doesn't have to sulk in his difficulties. He can revel in the joys of his own and other people's lives.
Though he is fascinated by the tales of great warriors and various ancient legends, he doesn't approve of fighting when it isn't necessary. Of course, he thinks that fighting for self defense is a given. He tries to be respectful to people, and occasionally misses sarcasm.
History:
Youth
Erevir was born to a family on the run. One which he never knew. His parents were on the run trying to escape the pursuit from the empire. As they fled through the province of Hakan, they had no choice but to hide their toddler aged son and hope that the pursuit would not find him when it passed through. His parents hoped he could find a way to escape the fate which hounded his kind. Erevir was left outside the homestead of one of the more defiant families in Hakan's central land.
Ted and Gertrude Yewdin found the child outside their house, in the arbor which provided shade. It wasn't a "wake up in the peaceful morning to find a small bundle" affair either. His cries and screams woke them well before dawn, and they hadn't a clue what they should do with him. They decided that they would get rid of him, take him to an orphanage or something. Then the pursuit came through and asked about the parents. They made many demands, not hostile, but enough to frustrate Ted. Now the people of Hakan may be a part of the Empire, but Ted didn't like being treated the way he was, being lumped as though he was just a nobody who's only purpose was to answer the soldiers questions and do his job. When asked about the child then, he saw it as a way to have his way, however small, in the matter. He lied and told them that Erevir was the child of a distant relation who had died. Ted claimed the boy as his own adopted son and convinced the soldiers that it was so. Upon hearing this they told him to get the child registered at the capital. Ted did this and Erevir was registered as a human.
As the boy grew, his adoptive parents grew fond of him, and trained him in all the ways they could. He was taught how to fish and hunt with string, snare and bow. He was taught to read and write as well as any librarian aide. He learned how to craft and repair the boats he used to fish out of. He studied a great deal about the old myths and legends. Life was looking good for him.
Upon reaching the age of nineteen, he and some other young men of the local region were on a fishing trip in a lake. They were floating in several boats. Erevir was the only occupant in his. He and some of the others were talking about different methods of fishing, when Erevir said he could shoot a fish with an arrow to get it. This was laughed at by the others, but the young bowman just couldn't get the idea out of his head. He sat up and pictured himself aiming his bow at the water. Imagine his surprise when a cloud of golden smoke appeared and then dissipated only to find himself holding a bow in his previously empty hands. He dropped the bow and it disappeared in another puff as it clattered to the bottom of his boat. He looked around, shaken, and headed back quickly towards home. He wasn't sure if he'd been seen, but he wasn't planning on sticking around.
When he got home, he hem-hawed around the subject. He didn't know how to bring it up. Eventually he just said it. His adoptive parents were very concerned now for his wellbeing. It didn't bother them that he was different in the ways he was, but now they were worried that he would be discovered and killed. Erevir decided to leave before any trouble could crop up.
Flight from Danger
He left the province of Hakan and traveled northeast, wandering across the lands for years, and finding ways to support himself off of he skills he had. He never settled down for long in any one area.
As the years went by, he realized that he hated what was happening to the other Aelrans, but that he wasn't in a position to stop it. No one was as far as he knew. He increased his knowledge to include other cultural myths, and modern history. He learned how to defend himself with a walking staff that he carried, and his talent with the bow caused other bowman to aspire to his skill level. As for his ability to summon a bow.... At first he wanted nothing to do with it. That was what had caused all the trouble to start with. As time went on, however, he realized that it was the persecution, not the ability that the trouble came from. He began practicing with it all that he could, and soon discovered that it came with a quiver of arrows, as well. He named it Suruna, or "Sure One" after a bow from one of his favorite legends. It was incredibly accurate, but few people got to see it used, as it was one of his closest kept secrets.
Settling in
Finally, he decided he would go home. Not to the same place he grew up, but at least to Hakan. He found a small town called Grey's Watch along the Orond bay in North-central Hakan(above the K and A in "Hakan" on the map) The town was looking to expand, and so was looking for a teacher. Erevir was hired and gave his name as Erevir Arborson. At first he taught everything, but as a few of his students proved particularly adept at some of the work, they were promoted to teachers soon enough.
He's been there three years now, his years of running over for now. He teaches history and ancient history, occasionally managing to throw in some marksmanship tutoring. He's gotten to be loved by the people there and loves them in return, but memories of the past still haunt him. Running all those years to survive, and the fate that awaits him if he is discovered.
RP Sample:
Erevir walked through the warm morning air. It would be only another two hours until mid-day and the temperature was beginning to rise to its normal summer heat. He strode in from the edge of town with his trusty longbow gripped in his hand and propped on his shoulder. He'd gone out early that morning from his home on the edge of town more for a simple hike through the countryside than a hunting trip. As he made his trip across the town he was joined by some of the young men of the town.
"Hello, Elder Erevir," Ryan said coming along side. "I see you shot up most of your arrows again. Did you forget your sighting spectacles?" Ryan was a sarcastic teenager who loved to give his teacher a hard time, especially about his age. Despite this, the two actually had a good friendship, and Erevir had taken it on himself to show the boy all he could about mastering archery.
Erevir glanced down at his nearly empty quiver and replied laughing a little. "Humph, I thought you younglings were supposed to respect your elders." The Mid-Summer Feast was in preparation so there was a relatively celebratory mood in the air. "Did Mother decide to let you out on a play date today?" He ribbed back at his apprentice bowman.
"Oh, how can I be expected to do chores when a stranger comes to town? Do you know, he parades himself around as the 'Master of Archery', and charges money to watch him do stupid, trick shots?" Ryan rolled his eyes and reached up to brush his mop of light brown hair out of his face. "He's good, but he'd never stand a chance against you."
Erevir laughed at his protege's reaction. "I'm grateful for your vote of confidence, but I'd hate to ruin his show for him."
They walked into a fletcher's shop where Erevir liked to buy supplies to make his arrows. A few of the local hunters were in and were buzzing about "Dietrich, the Master of Archery"
"Hello Erevir. The usual?" The shop keeper asked.
"Yes please, Ron. Just put the bill to the town center. They'll take it out of my salary." He grinned at the fletcher as the man reached up to the top shelf and pulled down the necessary materials.
"You know," The older fellow said as he brought the stuff to the counter,"Alot of us here wouldn't mind seeing you shut this trick shooter up with a demonstration of your own." He grinned his missing tooth grin as he handed Erevir the sack of equipment.
"That's what I thought," Ryan piped up, smiling conspiratorially at the older man, "but he thinks it would be indecent to destroy the newbie's profits."
Ron winked at the two of them. "That's our Erevir. Always looking out for the other man."
Erevir adopted the air of a man resigned to a painful task. "Yes it's true. It is quite a burden at times to be known as the best archer in the area, but someone has to do it." They burst out laughing at his modest attitude. Everyone, including himself knew he was the best, but he didn't rub it in their faces, and most were content to hail him as "their best archer". What the others did not know was that in his years on the run, before settling here, he had obtained that title many times.
He hadn't intended to get caught up in the other's playfulness, but before he realized it, they had left the fletcher's shop and he was sharing lunch with Ryan's family. Troy and Jane, Ryan's parents had insisted, and Ryan's younger brother, the seven year old Jimmy, had pleaded with Erevir until he relented and stayed.
Since arriving in Grey's Watch to be their school teacher, he had seen it change a great deal. It had gone from a stagnant village which wasn't going anywhere to a thriving town, and it was still growing. The towns people were opening up. Their children were being taught more than just the basic skills needed to survive and it was broadening their horizons. Erevir had garnered the respect of the children, adults and elderly, and had acted as a bridge to connect Grey's Watch in a way that it was able to support it's own growth now.
As he was finishing up his lunch with his friends, a stranger approached with a bow across his back and stopped in front of Erevir. The stranger looked down at the "Town's Master Archer", a look of slight scorn and bemusement as he watched Erevir finish his bite of roast. "So, You are the Great Erevir. I just finished another one of my shows, and several more of the people there said I should seek you out and challenge you. Apparently, they think you deserve the title of "Master of Archery"..."
Extras:
>The RP sample will lead directly into my first post...
>You should know that the bow is from a book series I read. It is ordinary except for being exceptionally well made.
>The name is also from the same series, but Erevir is not the person that uses the bow. In fact the character here is very much my own. I just liked the name and thought it fit.
