Post by Twilight on Nov 11, 2007 3:47:39 GMT -5
Name: Des Straton
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Aiergan
Appearance: Des has light, grayish-green eyes which have a determined gaze to them. He had short, dark hair which sticks out in all directions. He stands at about 5 foot 10 inches, and has an average build. He does have muscles, but they aren’t defined. At first glace, he would seem rather weak.
Like most Aiergan, he wears a dark cloak at almost all times. Under that, he wears a leather coat and a linen shirt. His boots are leather as well and never seem to wear out.
Personality: Des most often puts himself first. He cared for only a few people more than himself in the course of his life. He is easily frustrated and often gets into needless fights. He can, however, keep his mouth shut when needed. Des is naturally mistrusting of most people, but tries to get to know those who he must stay in contact with, even if it means lying or taking on a different personality. He can normally only keep up a ruse for a short amount of time though.
Skills/Abilities: Des is most skilled at manipulating aether and wind, though his magic skills are nothing special. He is adept with the sword for his age. The sword he can summon looks like: i68.photobucket.com/albums/i20/FantasyGamer2/sword.png.
History: Des was born to a family in Llyr, though he hardly has any memories of the place. He was taken at the age of seven to Fort Preben, where he lived for ten years. He was rather aloof around his fellow Ælran, but came to know his housemates quite well. He became fierce rivals with one. The two were always trying to stay ahead of each other, though no amount of work would get them anywhere in the eyes of the captains. The other was a girl who he came to be great friends with. She, however, thought it something more.
The years passed too quickly for Des. He was the first of his House to reach his seventeenth birthday. The most horrifying day of his life ended at sunset with the captain and his sword. Des awoke not really sure who or where he was, but the memories came flooding back to him all too quickly. His Magister was a cocky and rather arrogant man, only a few years older than himself, but the two learned to work together. It took Des a while for him to adjust to his new life, but he learned about his new abilities quickly. After a year, when he was no longer a novice, he chose to break away from the Aiergan and work on his own. He still has not seen his friends again and fears their fate.
RP Sample: I can skip this, so I will.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Aiergan
Appearance: Des has light, grayish-green eyes which have a determined gaze to them. He had short, dark hair which sticks out in all directions. He stands at about 5 foot 10 inches, and has an average build. He does have muscles, but they aren’t defined. At first glace, he would seem rather weak.
Like most Aiergan, he wears a dark cloak at almost all times. Under that, he wears a leather coat and a linen shirt. His boots are leather as well and never seem to wear out.
Personality: Des most often puts himself first. He cared for only a few people more than himself in the course of his life. He is easily frustrated and often gets into needless fights. He can, however, keep his mouth shut when needed. Des is naturally mistrusting of most people, but tries to get to know those who he must stay in contact with, even if it means lying or taking on a different personality. He can normally only keep up a ruse for a short amount of time though.
Skills/Abilities: Des is most skilled at manipulating aether and wind, though his magic skills are nothing special. He is adept with the sword for his age. The sword he can summon looks like: i68.photobucket.com/albums/i20/FantasyGamer2/sword.png.
History: Des was born to a family in Llyr, though he hardly has any memories of the place. He was taken at the age of seven to Fort Preben, where he lived for ten years. He was rather aloof around his fellow Ælran, but came to know his housemates quite well. He became fierce rivals with one. The two were always trying to stay ahead of each other, though no amount of work would get them anywhere in the eyes of the captains. The other was a girl who he came to be great friends with. She, however, thought it something more.
The years passed too quickly for Des. He was the first of his House to reach his seventeenth birthday. The most horrifying day of his life ended at sunset with the captain and his sword. Des awoke not really sure who or where he was, but the memories came flooding back to him all too quickly. His Magister was a cocky and rather arrogant man, only a few years older than himself, but the two learned to work together. It took Des a while for him to adjust to his new life, but he learned about his new abilities quickly. After a year, when he was no longer a novice, he chose to break away from the Aiergan and work on his own. He still has not seen his friends again and fears their fate.
RP Sample: I can skip this, so I will.
