Post by Tismri on May 9, 2015 18:49:21 GMT -5
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Reyn Hammershield (a title he gave himself)
Character's age: 18
Character's attitude: At first, Reyn seems incredibly carefree and easygoing. He is excitable and willing to face any challenge, but he is not the brightest crystal in the mountains. But his heart is as big as he is, and he will protect his friends with everything he has.
Character's Race: Ismalian human
Character's appearance: Reyn is tall, broad, and muscled. He has a shock of brownish red hair on his head, and lively blue eyes. He nearly always has a smile on his face. He most often wears an Ismalian soldier's standard uniform with armor.
Character's allegiance: Ismalia, by extension the Riders
Weapons: Reyn's favorite weapon is an enormous bladed warhammer. It is nearly wide enough to be used as a shield, which is why Reyn gave himself the name.
History: Reyn was born and raised in Kal'stein. His father was a soldier in the queen's army and fought in the campaign against Galbatorix. He returned home as a wounded war hero, having lost a leg in the final battle. He settled down to a life of carpentry, and would often tell young Reyn about army life, remembering countless stories out in the field. Reyn was excited by these stories, and tales that others told of his father's bravery. As soon as he was old enough, Reyn enlisted in the queen's army and trained with everything in him.
Recently, his squad received a new member. Reyn could tell the kid was educated and knew how to handle his sword. However, he was easily intimidated by the older, larger squadmates who would mock and torment him. When one of these others actually tried to hit the kid, Reyn stepped in and blocked the attack, fighting off the others and telling them to leave him alone. That was the start of a new friendship for both of them.
Role Play Sample:
"Just look at the prissy prince," one of the squad members called out, pointing to where the boy sat polishing his sword. "Bet he thinks he's better than us."
"You sure that's a boy? Kid looks more like a cute little girl to me," another said.
"Only one way to find out."
Reyn stared in interest at the kid, only half paying attention to the conversation the other were having. There was something different about him, that was for sure. Reyn knew he wasn't the most educated lad in Ismalia, but he could tell that boy knew more than most of the soldiers. What he was doing here with the grunts was beyond his understanding.
The brute who started the conversation walked over to where the kid sat. He picked the boy up by the collar and turned him around to face him, eliciting a startled yelp.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked, struggling. "Put me down this instant!"
"Oh, I'll put you down." The big guy threw the boy clear across the fire pit, where he rolled a few times before dizzily getting back to his feet. "You think you're better than us, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, kid. Brains don't get you far in this army. What you need is guts and spirit." He grinned maliciously as he picked up the sword the boy had dropped. "Let's see if you have guts." He lunged for the boy, who cowered and yelled.
Reyn leapt in between them, and the sword bounced off the side of his hammer with a loud thud.
"Leave the kid alone, man," Reyn said. "This army ain't made up only of muscles like us. We need brains for strategies."
"Fine, Reyn." The guy dropped the sword and kicked it disdainfully before walking away. "But I'd bet my wages the kid don't last three months."
"Thank you..." the kid said breathlessly. He picked up the sword and examined it for any damage. Reyn could tell the blade meant a lot to him, and he could tell it was pricy just by looking at it.
"Not a problem. What's your name, kid?" Reyn asked as he put away his hammer.
"Tylon. And you?"
"I'm Reyn. Listen, the army is a rough place. Until you prove yourself to the guys, you should probably stick close to me." Tylon nodded, sheathing his weapon.
"Thanks, Reyn. I owe you."
"Big time."
Character's name: Reyn Hammershield (a title he gave himself)
Character's age: 18
Character's attitude: At first, Reyn seems incredibly carefree and easygoing. He is excitable and willing to face any challenge, but he is not the brightest crystal in the mountains. But his heart is as big as he is, and he will protect his friends with everything he has.
Character's Race: Ismalian human
Character's appearance: Reyn is tall, broad, and muscled. He has a shock of brownish red hair on his head, and lively blue eyes. He nearly always has a smile on his face. He most often wears an Ismalian soldier's standard uniform with armor.
Character's allegiance: Ismalia, by extension the Riders
Weapons: Reyn's favorite weapon is an enormous bladed warhammer. It is nearly wide enough to be used as a shield, which is why Reyn gave himself the name.
History: Reyn was born and raised in Kal'stein. His father was a soldier in the queen's army and fought in the campaign against Galbatorix. He returned home as a wounded war hero, having lost a leg in the final battle. He settled down to a life of carpentry, and would often tell young Reyn about army life, remembering countless stories out in the field. Reyn was excited by these stories, and tales that others told of his father's bravery. As soon as he was old enough, Reyn enlisted in the queen's army and trained with everything in him.
Recently, his squad received a new member. Reyn could tell the kid was educated and knew how to handle his sword. However, he was easily intimidated by the older, larger squadmates who would mock and torment him. When one of these others actually tried to hit the kid, Reyn stepped in and blocked the attack, fighting off the others and telling them to leave him alone. That was the start of a new friendship for both of them.
Role Play Sample:
"Just look at the prissy prince," one of the squad members called out, pointing to where the boy sat polishing his sword. "Bet he thinks he's better than us."
"You sure that's a boy? Kid looks more like a cute little girl to me," another said.
"Only one way to find out."
Reyn stared in interest at the kid, only half paying attention to the conversation the other were having. There was something different about him, that was for sure. Reyn knew he wasn't the most educated lad in Ismalia, but he could tell that boy knew more than most of the soldiers. What he was doing here with the grunts was beyond his understanding.
The brute who started the conversation walked over to where the kid sat. He picked the boy up by the collar and turned him around to face him, eliciting a startled yelp.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked, struggling. "Put me down this instant!"
"Oh, I'll put you down." The big guy threw the boy clear across the fire pit, where he rolled a few times before dizzily getting back to his feet. "You think you're better than us, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, kid. Brains don't get you far in this army. What you need is guts and spirit." He grinned maliciously as he picked up the sword the boy had dropped. "Let's see if you have guts." He lunged for the boy, who cowered and yelled.
Reyn leapt in between them, and the sword bounced off the side of his hammer with a loud thud.
"Leave the kid alone, man," Reyn said. "This army ain't made up only of muscles like us. We need brains for strategies."
"Fine, Reyn." The guy dropped the sword and kicked it disdainfully before walking away. "But I'd bet my wages the kid don't last three months."
"Thank you..." the kid said breathlessly. He picked up the sword and examined it for any damage. Reyn could tell the blade meant a lot to him, and he could tell it was pricy just by looking at it.
"Not a problem. What's your name, kid?" Reyn asked as he put away his hammer.
"Tylon. And you?"
"I'm Reyn. Listen, the army is a rough place. Until you prove yourself to the guys, you should probably stick close to me." Tylon nodded, sheathing his weapon.
"Thanks, Reyn. I owe you."
"Big time."
