Post by zandalor on Jun 11, 2013 23:13:20 GMT -5
Your username: Zandalor
Character's name: Zandalor
Character's age: 23
Character's attitude: Zandalor is the cautious type. Always thinking before acting. Weighing choices and long term consequences of actions. That being said, he thinks to much. When with others he prefers to remain quiet and listen only speaking when he feels it is necessary. All in all he is the stereotypical wizard of story's past. Friendly, and a source of reason and wisdom for those quick to anger and action.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: Zandalor's body frame is thin having never engaged in any physical labor a day in his life. His hair is shoulder length long, straight, and black in color. On most days it is neat and held back in a ponytail. Though young he is already on his way with growing a beard. Though it will be some time before it reaches well down his chest.
Zandalor wears a dirt brown weather worn robe with a hood. Nothing fancy to draw the attention of others. In fact it is quiet easy to mistake him as a man of the cloth for a church. His eyes are green and glow faintly of that color. It cannot be seen during the day. But at night is a different matter.
Character's allegiance: Neutral. But will help the dragon riders when necessary
Weapons: A simple looking wooden staff with a dragons head carved into the top. In its open mouth rests a blue gemstone similar to the ones you would find on the swords of dragon riders.
Other Info: Strong with magic. And useful as support for Allys.
History: Zandalor was born into a noble family in the capital city. His mother and father who he knows nothing off could not have a child. They sought out a witch. And from that they had a son born from the wild magic. As Zandalor aged his family noticed he was not a normal child. A elven adviser to his noble father was the first to recognize the signs.
Upon the elf's council the father sent Zandalor away to the home of the elves themselves. He would never return to the family that brought him into this world. But in what family he lost, he gained in another. Zandalor lived a comfortable life unlike most. He knew neither pain nor suffering. Being a creature of magic. His trials was a different animal all together. One of the mind and spirit.
Trained by his elven master Merak. Zandalor followed the path of the magician. To seek peace in meditation, knowledge in books, and enlightenment in the study of the magical arts. Zandalor was happy. But even this world he lived in would eventually not be enough. Soon he craved to wander from the shadow of the wood into the world.
To see what wonders and mystery's it had. A "curse of youth" as his master often called it. Attempts were made to deter. But they proved ineffective. With his masters blessings and word of warning Zandalor left the only home he could remember into the open world. A world that he soon learned was full of strive, wickedness, and temptation.
Role Play Sample: Zandalor stared into the crackling campfire. Stroking his beard with one hand, and puffing on his pipe with the other. So lost in his thoughts from today's events he did not notice the trade caravan guard calling his name. Eventually he was brought back to reality. "What do your magic eyes see magician?' The grizzly man with a lazy eye asked with concern.
Zandalor stopped stroking his beard and waved his hand with the fingerless glove in dismissal. "Nothing. Just thinking over today's events. Pausing he added. "How long until we reach the trade outpost? The man with lazy eye he had come to know as buck poked at the fire with a stick causing embers to be carried up into the sky. "Tomorrow if we don't encounter any more attacks"
Remaining quiet for a few seconds as was his way Zandalor spoke again only as his companion opened his mouth to speak. "I know what it is you seek to ask and I will tell you this. I could have killed them all if I so wished it" Puffing on his pipe some more. "But it is not my place to do so.
"You and your riddles. What is that even suppose to mean?" Buck asked. "Ya know what, never mind. You kept your bargain. You helped us, we gave you a free ride in wagon. But after tomorrow your on your own."
Now throwing the poking stick into the fire Buck lay ed down with ease that only a seasoned traveler could have after years of sleeping on the ground and rocks. Zandalor could only wish he could do the same.
He stayed awake until everyone in the caravan had fallen asleep and the fires started to dim and grow cold. Something troubled him and he could not put a finger on it. A feeling of foreboding. He had known of this feeling. But only now after venturing into the world did it feel so overwhelming. Something was wrong in the land. He did not know what. But he would learn soon enough.
Character's name: Zandalor
Character's age: 23
Character's attitude: Zandalor is the cautious type. Always thinking before acting. Weighing choices and long term consequences of actions. That being said, he thinks to much. When with others he prefers to remain quiet and listen only speaking when he feels it is necessary. All in all he is the stereotypical wizard of story's past. Friendly, and a source of reason and wisdom for those quick to anger and action.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: Zandalor's body frame is thin having never engaged in any physical labor a day in his life. His hair is shoulder length long, straight, and black in color. On most days it is neat and held back in a ponytail. Though young he is already on his way with growing a beard. Though it will be some time before it reaches well down his chest.
Zandalor wears a dirt brown weather worn robe with a hood. Nothing fancy to draw the attention of others. In fact it is quiet easy to mistake him as a man of the cloth for a church. His eyes are green and glow faintly of that color. It cannot be seen during the day. But at night is a different matter.
Character's allegiance: Neutral. But will help the dragon riders when necessary
Weapons: A simple looking wooden staff with a dragons head carved into the top. In its open mouth rests a blue gemstone similar to the ones you would find on the swords of dragon riders.
Other Info: Strong with magic. And useful as support for Allys.
History: Zandalor was born into a noble family in the capital city. His mother and father who he knows nothing off could not have a child. They sought out a witch. And from that they had a son born from the wild magic. As Zandalor aged his family noticed he was not a normal child. A elven adviser to his noble father was the first to recognize the signs.
Upon the elf's council the father sent Zandalor away to the home of the elves themselves. He would never return to the family that brought him into this world. But in what family he lost, he gained in another. Zandalor lived a comfortable life unlike most. He knew neither pain nor suffering. Being a creature of magic. His trials was a different animal all together. One of the mind and spirit.
Trained by his elven master Merak. Zandalor followed the path of the magician. To seek peace in meditation, knowledge in books, and enlightenment in the study of the magical arts. Zandalor was happy. But even this world he lived in would eventually not be enough. Soon he craved to wander from the shadow of the wood into the world.
To see what wonders and mystery's it had. A "curse of youth" as his master often called it. Attempts were made to deter. But they proved ineffective. With his masters blessings and word of warning Zandalor left the only home he could remember into the open world. A world that he soon learned was full of strive, wickedness, and temptation.
Role Play Sample: Zandalor stared into the crackling campfire. Stroking his beard with one hand, and puffing on his pipe with the other. So lost in his thoughts from today's events he did not notice the trade caravan guard calling his name. Eventually he was brought back to reality. "What do your magic eyes see magician?' The grizzly man with a lazy eye asked with concern.
Zandalor stopped stroking his beard and waved his hand with the fingerless glove in dismissal. "Nothing. Just thinking over today's events. Pausing he added. "How long until we reach the trade outpost? The man with lazy eye he had come to know as buck poked at the fire with a stick causing embers to be carried up into the sky. "Tomorrow if we don't encounter any more attacks"
Remaining quiet for a few seconds as was his way Zandalor spoke again only as his companion opened his mouth to speak. "I know what it is you seek to ask and I will tell you this. I could have killed them all if I so wished it" Puffing on his pipe some more. "But it is not my place to do so.
"You and your riddles. What is that even suppose to mean?" Buck asked. "Ya know what, never mind. You kept your bargain. You helped us, we gave you a free ride in wagon. But after tomorrow your on your own."
Now throwing the poking stick into the fire Buck lay ed down with ease that only a seasoned traveler could have after years of sleeping on the ground and rocks. Zandalor could only wish he could do the same.
He stayed awake until everyone in the caravan had fallen asleep and the fires started to dim and grow cold. Something troubled him and he could not put a finger on it. A feeling of foreboding. He had known of this feeling. But only now after venturing into the world did it feel so overwhelming. Something was wrong in the land. He did not know what. But he would learn soon enough.
