Post by zash on Nov 21, 2014 13:37:59 GMT -5
Your username: Zash
Character's name: Zashamel (Zash would be the abbreviated name.. Most people would end up calling him by it)
Character's age: He looks to be about 21, he's actually about 60
Character's attitude: To strangers he is very intimidating and dark, however to his friends and family he is probably the most warm and accepting person they've ever known. He never judges people on first appearance and usually remains cool and collected no matter what task he's doing. He has to for fear of the spirits taking over his body if he lets his emotions get too riled.
Character's Race: Elf
Character's appearance:
Character's allegiance: Neutral, favoring the Rider's side a little more than the shade's uprising.
Weapons: Any bladed weapon really but he prefers weapons of Elvish make, Bow and arrow, minor spells, small shields such as bucklers
Other Info: Being a half shade he often times has trouble controlling his corruption and may go off hunting to sate the voices in his head. He also has a knack for annoying his enemies by using shadows to jump around the battlefield. (He has similar abilities that the Shadowdancer does from Pathfinder)
History: Zashamel started his life in the forest of Duweldenvarden, as most elves do, training to be a smith under Rhunön, practicing sword fighting with her as well. He at the same time would also train with many of his friends in the Elvish guard, often competing for best shot in archery or top swordsman among him and his friends. His life was going quite well he had begun making swords for both the Riders and Elves, Rhunön had been teaching him how to work the bright steel, until one day a friend of his rushed into the smithy and urged him for help. Saying that another of their friends was in trouble. Zash, without a second thought, grabbed one of his favorite swords and rushed to help his friend. Upon reaching the location that his friend had led him to he sees a horrific sight, his friend in need bound in place with spells while three humans stand around him summoning spirits. Unfortunately it was already too late to stop the spirits from entering his body, so Zash rushes forward and steps into the circle to try and help his friend. Fortunately the humans misworded their spells and Zash could move his friend, but this disrupted the spell and sent a few of the spirits flying away, however Zash himself was corrupted by half the amount of spirits it would take to fully possess a person. This gave him the appearance and powers of a shade, but allowed him to keep his sanity. The worst of it being that, despite proving his sanity, queen Arya had him exiled for precaution in case he did lose control of his mind. He understood her motives and bowed his leave. He one day wishes to return to Duweldenvarden, and upon hearing about the uprising vowed to himself that he would defeat the shade in order to regain his place with the Elves. It was in his search to try and kill the shade that he ended up finding a dragon egg and is now lying low to help protect and grow his dragon, slowly working his way to the eastern edge of Alagaësia to try and get to Eragon for advancement and help.
Role Play Sample: I smirk as I watch the deer I've been stalking since dawn finally stop and stoop down to feed on the one patch of grass it found through the light frost. Drawing my bow back with an arrow already notched I take aim and prepare to fire then I hear a noise to my left which draws my attention and see an Urgal aiming at that same deer, his bow twangs and releases the arrow while I watch in horror as my dinner is about to be slain by such a creature. Those few moments seem to last forever until I see the Urgal curl his lip and growl in frustration, causing my vision to turn back to the deer's location where I snicker a little and chuckle to myself because the deer is gone. Thank you Zurhazz I think to my female dragon as she flies away with her prey. I had to hand it to her for being as large as she is, despite being only five months old, she was fast as a shadow. I only did it because you were going to let that bumbling animal you refer to as Urgals steal our dinner away! Why didn't you react faster? I thought you were an accomplished marksman I hear her voice sound out to me, her statement making me frown I do not appreciate the jest.. I was caught off guard by him and hesitated.. It won't happen again, I promise is my reply as I gather my things and silently make my way to camp, I had set the fire wood previously and ignited it with a mutter of the word "Brisingr" upon my return, resting against a log that I put down and eating a few of the vegetables I gathered. I only hunted animals to help get food for Zurhazz even though she can do it herself. Once dinner was over I laid down and entered my waking dreams after wishing the dragon I loved so much goodnight.
Zash's Dragon is a deep metallic midnight blue, Looking black from certain angles. Zurhazz is her name and she is almost the exact opposite of Zash emotion wise. They get along excellently despite this difference and she even helps keep his corruption in check. She is often wise and surveys the situation with a demeanor close to a veteran war general. Suggesting routes that make survival for her and him easy to attain.
Character's name: Zashamel (Zash would be the abbreviated name.. Most people would end up calling him by it)
Character's age: He looks to be about 21, he's actually about 60
Character's attitude: To strangers he is very intimidating and dark, however to his friends and family he is probably the most warm and accepting person they've ever known. He never judges people on first appearance and usually remains cool and collected no matter what task he's doing. He has to for fear of the spirits taking over his body if he lets his emotions get too riled.
Character's Race: Elf
Character's appearance:
Character's allegiance: Neutral, favoring the Rider's side a little more than the shade's uprising.
Weapons: Any bladed weapon really but he prefers weapons of Elvish make, Bow and arrow, minor spells, small shields such as bucklers
Other Info: Being a half shade he often times has trouble controlling his corruption and may go off hunting to sate the voices in his head. He also has a knack for annoying his enemies by using shadows to jump around the battlefield. (He has similar abilities that the Shadowdancer does from Pathfinder)
History: Zashamel started his life in the forest of Duweldenvarden, as most elves do, training to be a smith under Rhunön, practicing sword fighting with her as well. He at the same time would also train with many of his friends in the Elvish guard, often competing for best shot in archery or top swordsman among him and his friends. His life was going quite well he had begun making swords for both the Riders and Elves, Rhunön had been teaching him how to work the bright steel, until one day a friend of his rushed into the smithy and urged him for help. Saying that another of their friends was in trouble. Zash, without a second thought, grabbed one of his favorite swords and rushed to help his friend. Upon reaching the location that his friend had led him to he sees a horrific sight, his friend in need bound in place with spells while three humans stand around him summoning spirits. Unfortunately it was already too late to stop the spirits from entering his body, so Zash rushes forward and steps into the circle to try and help his friend. Fortunately the humans misworded their spells and Zash could move his friend, but this disrupted the spell and sent a few of the spirits flying away, however Zash himself was corrupted by half the amount of spirits it would take to fully possess a person. This gave him the appearance and powers of a shade, but allowed him to keep his sanity. The worst of it being that, despite proving his sanity, queen Arya had him exiled for precaution in case he did lose control of his mind. He understood her motives and bowed his leave. He one day wishes to return to Duweldenvarden, and upon hearing about the uprising vowed to himself that he would defeat the shade in order to regain his place with the Elves. It was in his search to try and kill the shade that he ended up finding a dragon egg and is now lying low to help protect and grow his dragon, slowly working his way to the eastern edge of Alagaësia to try and get to Eragon for advancement and help.
Role Play Sample: I smirk as I watch the deer I've been stalking since dawn finally stop and stoop down to feed on the one patch of grass it found through the light frost. Drawing my bow back with an arrow already notched I take aim and prepare to fire then I hear a noise to my left which draws my attention and see an Urgal aiming at that same deer, his bow twangs and releases the arrow while I watch in horror as my dinner is about to be slain by such a creature. Those few moments seem to last forever until I see the Urgal curl his lip and growl in frustration, causing my vision to turn back to the deer's location where I snicker a little and chuckle to myself because the deer is gone. Thank you Zurhazz I think to my female dragon as she flies away with her prey. I had to hand it to her for being as large as she is, despite being only five months old, she was fast as a shadow. I only did it because you were going to let that bumbling animal you refer to as Urgals steal our dinner away! Why didn't you react faster? I thought you were an accomplished marksman I hear her voice sound out to me, her statement making me frown I do not appreciate the jest.. I was caught off guard by him and hesitated.. It won't happen again, I promise is my reply as I gather my things and silently make my way to camp, I had set the fire wood previously and ignited it with a mutter of the word "Brisingr" upon my return, resting against a log that I put down and eating a few of the vegetables I gathered. I only hunted animals to help get food for Zurhazz even though she can do it herself. Once dinner was over I laid down and entered my waking dreams after wishing the dragon I loved so much goodnight.
Zash's Dragon is a deep metallic midnight blue, Looking black from certain angles. Zurhazz is her name and she is almost the exact opposite of Zash emotion wise. They get along excellently despite this difference and she even helps keep his corruption in check. She is often wise and surveys the situation with a demeanor close to a veteran war general. Suggesting routes that make survival for her and him easy to attain.
