Post by Dengori Necrobrood on Feb 19, 2007 15:59:30 GMT -5
Character Name: Dengori Necroblood
Character Age: 1550
Race: Elf [[I'll PM James right after this]]
Personality: One respectable man that is very bold, courageous, and a leader. He is truthful, always saying what he feels, and is a clever one at that. Always on the move, swift, and secretive, if he trusts you completely, you'll have the honor of being his aquiantance. He feels strongly upon his race, but will not start a scene about it, although, would be the first to defend it. He hears everyone's opinions before taking matters into his own hands, and as most say, makes him a great person.
Appearance: Looking closely at the strands of his dark hair, you can see there is a brilliant luster to it. His complection, as most would say would be worn out from all his years of taking to missions, is as delicate as anything. His eyes are what you can distinguish from the rest of himself. Their a nice soft blue color that resemble the oceans on a nice day. His figure, shows from all the work he has put in to wielding his sword. His muscles are what you come in contact to once you take the time to notice them, but are usually covered by his chestplates and armor.
Alignment: Dengori stays loyal to the good side, but under the circumstances feels the decision is right, will go to the evil side.
Family Background: Born in a very bold family, Dengori was taught from just the age of 10 to wield his first sword, and with much preparation, moved onto two. Always being a quick learner, his father than taught him how to use the bow and arrow, although the family knew Dengori had a specialty for mastering the ways of swords. Practicing day in and day out, the boy knew how to fight.
History: Being the son of two very bold people, Dengori's parents raised him to be the same. Most of his life he was trained to be a skilled fighter, and kept up to his father's legacy of being the greatest warrior of his time. When the time came, his father had a long talk to him about what lay outside of the Elven land, and Dengori knew he strived for the best. Once his father knew he was ready, he sent him on various missions, and Dengori proved not only to his parents or the village he lived in, but to himself that he was ready to face the real world, not under his parent's supervision.
At the age of 100 or so, when Dengori was packing his stuff, destruction became of the place were he lived. Both his parents and his closest friends died on that fateful day, and rage became of Dengori. Making a solemn promise to himself to destroy the one who brought terror to the place he grew up in, he gathered what was left of the group of friends he had and trained them to become somewhat as himself, and with patience, they grew to be an invinceable time, and fought day and night what lay on their ecstatic voyage. Still to this day not taking a rest, and with his blade at hand, most know Dengori as the Dark Warrior, a hero.
Other: He is the best of his age to handling swords, but his weakness would have to lie in handling the bow and arrow. He does a good job at it, but as compared to wielding a sword, can be called poor in the matter.
Sample Role Play of your character:
The light of the sun shading over the trees, held some capability to guide himself down the pathway, leading him into a new village. With only the faint sound of the wind blowing, Dengori found this to be the quietest part of the day, the time he could collect his thoughts and just relax. Sweating from the beating sun, and the fierce combat he had just a few hours ago, Dengori wondered if the world would ever be the same as it use to. Thinking about it some more, the sound of water splashing against the surface, shattered his thoughts as he headed toward it.
To his relief of finding a pond, he got closer to the land and put his rather dirty hands in the cool, crisp water and washing himself clean. Making sure to spread the mineral on his face, he felt quite better, but reminded himself not to stray. There was still a task at hand, and it was his duty to complete it.
With the pounding of feet coming closer, Dengori swiftly removed his blade from his back were it lay and in front of him with one quick motion. Approaching closer, Dengori's eyes didn't dare to move from were the creature would stir in just a few moments. As the howl of a wolf grew in the air, it tried to attack Dengori from behind, but luckily he ducked just in time to send the beast head first to a tree stump.[/b]
Character Age: 1550
Race: Elf [[I'll PM James right after this]]
Personality: One respectable man that is very bold, courageous, and a leader. He is truthful, always saying what he feels, and is a clever one at that. Always on the move, swift, and secretive, if he trusts you completely, you'll have the honor of being his aquiantance. He feels strongly upon his race, but will not start a scene about it, although, would be the first to defend it. He hears everyone's opinions before taking matters into his own hands, and as most say, makes him a great person.
Appearance: Looking closely at the strands of his dark hair, you can see there is a brilliant luster to it. His complection, as most would say would be worn out from all his years of taking to missions, is as delicate as anything. His eyes are what you can distinguish from the rest of himself. Their a nice soft blue color that resemble the oceans on a nice day. His figure, shows from all the work he has put in to wielding his sword. His muscles are what you come in contact to once you take the time to notice them, but are usually covered by his chestplates and armor.
Alignment: Dengori stays loyal to the good side, but under the circumstances feels the decision is right, will go to the evil side.
Family Background: Born in a very bold family, Dengori was taught from just the age of 10 to wield his first sword, and with much preparation, moved onto two. Always being a quick learner, his father than taught him how to use the bow and arrow, although the family knew Dengori had a specialty for mastering the ways of swords. Practicing day in and day out, the boy knew how to fight.
History: Being the son of two very bold people, Dengori's parents raised him to be the same. Most of his life he was trained to be a skilled fighter, and kept up to his father's legacy of being the greatest warrior of his time. When the time came, his father had a long talk to him about what lay outside of the Elven land, and Dengori knew he strived for the best. Once his father knew he was ready, he sent him on various missions, and Dengori proved not only to his parents or the village he lived in, but to himself that he was ready to face the real world, not under his parent's supervision.
At the age of 100 or so, when Dengori was packing his stuff, destruction became of the place were he lived. Both his parents and his closest friends died on that fateful day, and rage became of Dengori. Making a solemn promise to himself to destroy the one who brought terror to the place he grew up in, he gathered what was left of the group of friends he had and trained them to become somewhat as himself, and with patience, they grew to be an invinceable time, and fought day and night what lay on their ecstatic voyage. Still to this day not taking a rest, and with his blade at hand, most know Dengori as the Dark Warrior, a hero.
Other: He is the best of his age to handling swords, but his weakness would have to lie in handling the bow and arrow. He does a good job at it, but as compared to wielding a sword, can be called poor in the matter.
Sample Role Play of your character:
The light of the sun shading over the trees, held some capability to guide himself down the pathway, leading him into a new village. With only the faint sound of the wind blowing, Dengori found this to be the quietest part of the day, the time he could collect his thoughts and just relax. Sweating from the beating sun, and the fierce combat he had just a few hours ago, Dengori wondered if the world would ever be the same as it use to. Thinking about it some more, the sound of water splashing against the surface, shattered his thoughts as he headed toward it.
To his relief of finding a pond, he got closer to the land and put his rather dirty hands in the cool, crisp water and washing himself clean. Making sure to spread the mineral on his face, he felt quite better, but reminded himself not to stray. There was still a task at hand, and it was his duty to complete it.
With the pounding of feet coming closer, Dengori swiftly removed his blade from his back were it lay and in front of him with one quick motion. Approaching closer, Dengori's eyes didn't dare to move from were the creature would stir in just a few moments. As the howl of a wolf grew in the air, it tried to attack Dengori from behind, but luckily he ducked just in time to send the beast head first to a tree stump.[/b]
