Post by blodhgarm on Mar 11, 2009 19:49:11 GMT -5
Your username:Blodhgarm or as I'm known Crazy Guy
Character's name:Uryk Astern aka The General
Character's age:30
Character's attitude:Uryk is strangely patient in about every situation, witty, cunning, and ferocious in a quiet looming sort of way. He hold wisdom beyond his years and feels free to share it at any time. He doesn't like oath breakers, murderous killers, and peace destroyers.
Character's Race:Human
Character's appearance:Uryk is always dressed in his black armor with a deep midnight blue cloak whipping behind him. His black armor has three spikes on the right shoulder and his helm is made in representation of his god. It and unnervingly angelic version showing a calm facade during battle. He though is the largest thing you will see this side of a Kull. He is 7'5 and at least three feet across and his body is sharp and angular showing rigorous training. He has deep brown eyes and light black hair that his cut short.
Character's allegiance: Uryk was a peaceful Neutral until he had to join the Empire.
Weapons: Well his usual weapon is a giant fanged broadsword strapped to his back and to flanged maces on his waist. Being the hunter/ranger he was he has a six foot bow decorated with hunting scenes and other livery.
Other Info: Uryk is a very young General noticed for his leader like attitude. he is infamous for his training sessions in which he gives the most brutal training ever and loves to overdue the basics. Uryk isn't very artistic but he can carve some of the coolest things from bone and is a scholar at heart which you can tell from the time he spends in the library. He has some magic skill not that of a rider but he is competent( more power than skill). He has a large fiery red steed that he owns.
History: Uryk grew up in a small tribal village in the coldest region in Alagasiea and learned the warrior and hunting ways from his people. He picked Arkangael from the dozens of deities that his tribe worshiped and when he reached the age of nineteen his armor was made from his patron. When he reached twenty he said goodbye to his people to live on his own and make a family. When he reached twenty five the part of the forest he lived in was attacked by Empire soldiers and he was forced to enlist in the army. He quickly rose through the ranks showing he knew more than the average soldier and was a great leader. A couple of months ago the Varden attacked Feinster and killed more of his friends turning him even farther away. He believed it was their fault for the war thinking his life had been much easier until they thought it was smart to attack the king.
Role Play Sample:
The flames flickered over the figures surrounding it making shadows dance around seeming to take life. Everyone seemed to be uneasy except for the bear of a man that loomed over them all. The shadows seemed to cling to the man's deep black armor, caressing the spikes that jutted from his shoulder and playing along the breast plate. This was one of a hundred other camps that looked exactly the same except for one fact that any scout would likely miss. This camp held The General, Uryk Astern, and was more protected than a common soldier camp would be. His strength and size far exceeded anything most human had ever seen and if the stories were to be believed they would need it in the fight against Kull.
The grunts all turned as if thinking the same thought. "Pay no heed to your fears since then and only then do your enemies appear stronger than they really are." He knew what they were going to say and when a youngling clamped his mouth shut in the middle of a sentence Uryk couldn't help but give off a body shaking laugh. The youngsters or younglings, what seasoned veterans called the young soldiers, flinched at the noise. The noise sounding more like two boulders being slammed together could only be caused by great lungs scared anyone not used to it. "Calm down lads we all get nervous before a battle and you know what I do if that happens?" The question etched plainly on their faces made a smile appear on Uryk's lips. "Practice!" They all groaned angry with themselves for falling into the trap but when Uryk brought out his fanged broadsword they quickly shut up even knowing he wouldn't strike them down like another commander would. "I'll take your noises as excitement for something that shall draw your mind from your impending battle." The younglings nodded their head solemnly drawing the weapons they held knowing this would be the best thing for them and that Uryk wouldn't tire them out before a battle.
A couple hours later......
Uryk watched as the younglings walked away talking animatedly about the exciting drill he put them through giving them some new moves to try out. His brown eyes flickered in sadness knwoing half of them might not come back alive. War was like a plague consuming all who could not escape and those who lived were still scarred for life. he made a gesture no one else in the camp would understand and muttered a quick mantra to Arkangael his patron. He looked to the heavens and stayed in that position, his brown eyes looked with the silver of the stars, for a half an hour hardly moving a finger as he looked deeply into the heavens hoping all would be well.
Character's name:Uryk Astern aka The General
Character's age:30
Character's attitude:Uryk is strangely patient in about every situation, witty, cunning, and ferocious in a quiet looming sort of way. He hold wisdom beyond his years and feels free to share it at any time. He doesn't like oath breakers, murderous killers, and peace destroyers.
Character's Race:Human
Character's appearance:Uryk is always dressed in his black armor with a deep midnight blue cloak whipping behind him. His black armor has three spikes on the right shoulder and his helm is made in representation of his god. It and unnervingly angelic version showing a calm facade during battle. He though is the largest thing you will see this side of a Kull. He is 7'5 and at least three feet across and his body is sharp and angular showing rigorous training. He has deep brown eyes and light black hair that his cut short.
Character's allegiance: Uryk was a peaceful Neutral until he had to join the Empire.
Weapons: Well his usual weapon is a giant fanged broadsword strapped to his back and to flanged maces on his waist. Being the hunter/ranger he was he has a six foot bow decorated with hunting scenes and other livery.
Other Info: Uryk is a very young General noticed for his leader like attitude. he is infamous for his training sessions in which he gives the most brutal training ever and loves to overdue the basics. Uryk isn't very artistic but he can carve some of the coolest things from bone and is a scholar at heart which you can tell from the time he spends in the library. He has some magic skill not that of a rider but he is competent( more power than skill). He has a large fiery red steed that he owns.
History: Uryk grew up in a small tribal village in the coldest region in Alagasiea and learned the warrior and hunting ways from his people. He picked Arkangael from the dozens of deities that his tribe worshiped and when he reached the age of nineteen his armor was made from his patron. When he reached twenty he said goodbye to his people to live on his own and make a family. When he reached twenty five the part of the forest he lived in was attacked by Empire soldiers and he was forced to enlist in the army. He quickly rose through the ranks showing he knew more than the average soldier and was a great leader. A couple of months ago the Varden attacked Feinster and killed more of his friends turning him even farther away. He believed it was their fault for the war thinking his life had been much easier until they thought it was smart to attack the king.
Role Play Sample:
The flames flickered over the figures surrounding it making shadows dance around seeming to take life. Everyone seemed to be uneasy except for the bear of a man that loomed over them all. The shadows seemed to cling to the man's deep black armor, caressing the spikes that jutted from his shoulder and playing along the breast plate. This was one of a hundred other camps that looked exactly the same except for one fact that any scout would likely miss. This camp held The General, Uryk Astern, and was more protected than a common soldier camp would be. His strength and size far exceeded anything most human had ever seen and if the stories were to be believed they would need it in the fight against Kull.
The grunts all turned as if thinking the same thought. "Pay no heed to your fears since then and only then do your enemies appear stronger than they really are." He knew what they were going to say and when a youngling clamped his mouth shut in the middle of a sentence Uryk couldn't help but give off a body shaking laugh. The youngsters or younglings, what seasoned veterans called the young soldiers, flinched at the noise. The noise sounding more like two boulders being slammed together could only be caused by great lungs scared anyone not used to it. "Calm down lads we all get nervous before a battle and you know what I do if that happens?" The question etched plainly on their faces made a smile appear on Uryk's lips. "Practice!" They all groaned angry with themselves for falling into the trap but when Uryk brought out his fanged broadsword they quickly shut up even knowing he wouldn't strike them down like another commander would. "I'll take your noises as excitement for something that shall draw your mind from your impending battle." The younglings nodded their head solemnly drawing the weapons they held knowing this would be the best thing for them and that Uryk wouldn't tire them out before a battle.
A couple hours later......
Uryk watched as the younglings walked away talking animatedly about the exciting drill he put them through giving them some new moves to try out. His brown eyes flickered in sadness knwoing half of them might not come back alive. War was like a plague consuming all who could not escape and those who lived were still scarred for life. he made a gesture no one else in the camp would understand and muttered a quick mantra to Arkangael his patron. He looked to the heavens and stayed in that position, his brown eyes looked with the silver of the stars, for a half an hour hardly moving a finger as he looked deeply into the heavens hoping all would be well.
