Post by blodhgarm on Nov 2, 2009 22:43:23 GMT -5
Your username:Blodhgarm
Character's name:Imin Rosiac
Character's age: 22
Character's attitude:Smart, witty, charming, and completely heartless(to an extent). He isn't 'evil' and yet he isn't 'good' because he hurts and heals all the time. Raised in Ismalian culture he has learned to bow to the woman but that hasn't stopped him from wanting to stick something into those disrespectful eyes.
Character's Race: Human Rider
Character's appearance:
Wears a simple solid black outfit when on 'recon' but when relaxing he loves dressing lavishly. When in war though he will dress in armor you'll see below.
He is 6'2" tan and light eyed. He has evident scars on his face and some on his body.
Character's allegiance: Ismalia
Weapons: Long spear, bow and arrows, simple steel back sword.
Other Info: Heavy drinker and often seen as a bum on the street when he experience a bad week. A gambler and he has two children he doesn't own up to. The woman can continue to say their his but he shrugs and walks away.
History:
He lived the life as a minor merchants son. He had the luxuries of someone who lived just above the poverty line and yet had to experience the uncomfortable situations of being around those richer and better educated than him. After all his father kept on thinking the more he surrounded himself with powerful people it would rub off on him. Instead he brew something deep within Imin. A thirst for success, power, and control. No more dirty looks, pitying stares, or bullying kids.
He was home schooled so he was taught by his mother who was only there for a few hours. She needed to work too as he had a baby brother and they all needed money. She worked making dresses and suits for the rich or anyone who could afford it. So with those learning sessions he was able to learn the basics of reading and writing and he progressed on his own. He tried his best to learn as well as those who went to school but sadly he was no super genius and he would always be behind those richer kids less something miraculous happened.
Of course as a boy he spent time fighting, flirting, and being an idiot. He learned basic sword, spear, and unarmed fighting techniques by himself and gambling and wooing came easily. So he fought in the streets and then charmed on the corner.
He hardly had enough time to do all this though as he had to watch his brother, learn, and take care of a job he just picked up on his sixteenth birthday. He was a runner, he passed info from house to house, and he enjoyed his job as it increased his speed and stamina. Soon enough he was the most athletic of his friends and rivals. This brought attention from the girls. The girls his mind couldn't seem to properly comprehend or find out a reason why he loved them so.
At eighteen he got a girl pregnant and two had to get a little remedy to not carry another one of his children. If he gave a care he didn't show it yet people noticed he spent more time in the woods hunting and honing all of his skills. During one his drunken trips into the Great Forest he lost a few arrows due to the fact he couldn't keep the bow straight. As he stumbled after a few he fell over a green egg which he stupidly touched and contiued along the story of the dragon rider.
Soon he wasn't the low born guy anymore, he was the lowborn Rider which made all the difference. He was taught to fight and to shoot. He was taught courtesies and the way of words. He was to be a kind and vigilante watcher a protector of the peace; not fun. Rather he used his knew status to kind of control the people to like him. He got his second son that way five months ago he was born and Imin wasn't there and will not acknowledge the boy. He will however use his status to get more expensive clothing and more fun. Sadly he has to leave to serve Tenel Ka and he wonders if Alagaseia is filled with psychos and ugly people like they say.
Role Play Sample:
A loud belch ripped from Imin's mouth as he slammed down another tankard making that his fourth. He was slapped roughly on his back and swayed around losing his balance on the stupid small chair. Luckily one of his friend's gripped, and stained, his tunic and pulled him away from a tumble into the bar floor. "Shanks."
"Yer da** drunk deer. Isn't yer rider kind supposed to set an example?"
Imin have a hiccup full laugh before he just collapsed onto the table in bar in front of him and sending the tankards and shots in front of him scattering and making him lean back and giggle. " Me, a wishe and humble rider? How can I shgets any better?"
"His friends around laughed knowing Imin wasn't close to a good role model but he was a good friend. He was dependable and would kill for them and they would the same. If he would die for them; well no one was sure if he would die for anyone. He just loved living to much. Only Isabel seemed to bring any true love to his eyes.
"Imin!!" A high wine filled the air as an old door was thrown open and let a cold blast of air filled the inn. A long legged, black haired beauty walked in clothed in a silk dress and wool covering the only thing showing she was taken was the crying bundle in her arms. Stupid babies. Horrible thing was that it was his baby and even completely drunk he knew it. After all he had been with this one for around five months before leaving her. She had been the longest lasting since he was seventeen. Sadly she hadn't fixed herself with that lovely baby killing tea and got herself that little devil in her arms.
Bending over and putting his robe covered arms over his head Imin tried to keep himself hidden though he knew he was doing a horrible job. Especially with his friends looking up and lots of people looking to him. Stupid people.
"Imin, little Illio wonders where is daddy is. Why won't you come home and see him?" She walked up to him looking half desperate and needy and half defiant as if daring him to refute her in front of all these people. " He even has your eyes so don't deny him."
Imin stood wobbling around on shaky legs wondering when the inn became a ship. He never liked the see. Poking the bundle and then looking at the babies head he looked into blue green eyes hardly looking like his but it was irrefutable. " Nope don't see it."
"But h-"
"I.....don't....see....it," He growled out his face becoming serious and threatening quickly and with the scar across his eyes it was quite the expression.
She backed off a step and left Imin to stumbled past her and walk on to leave the inn and walk into an alley and fall unconscious. His friends would find him and then bring him to Isable.
Dragon's Name: Isable
Age- About a year
Color- Green
Attitude- She is quite silent and always watching as that is her way. She isn't overly agressive but nor is she docile. Rather she makes sure she has looked over everything befre making a desicion. She doesn't reject Imin's lifestyle but she makes it clear she hopes he will change as she feels he could be so much better.
Recon tunic:th00.deviantart.net/fs17/300W/i/2009/145/d/e/Archer_at_Dawn_by_naberus.jpg
Character's name:Imin Rosiac
Character's age: 22
Character's attitude:Smart, witty, charming, and completely heartless(to an extent). He isn't 'evil' and yet he isn't 'good' because he hurts and heals all the time. Raised in Ismalian culture he has learned to bow to the woman but that hasn't stopped him from wanting to stick something into those disrespectful eyes.
Character's Race: Human Rider
Character's appearance:
Wears a simple solid black outfit when on 'recon' but when relaxing he loves dressing lavishly. When in war though he will dress in armor you'll see below.
He is 6'2" tan and light eyed. He has evident scars on his face and some on his body.
Character's allegiance: Ismalia
Weapons: Long spear, bow and arrows, simple steel back sword.
Other Info: Heavy drinker and often seen as a bum on the street when he experience a bad week. A gambler and he has two children he doesn't own up to. The woman can continue to say their his but he shrugs and walks away.
History:
He lived the life as a minor merchants son. He had the luxuries of someone who lived just above the poverty line and yet had to experience the uncomfortable situations of being around those richer and better educated than him. After all his father kept on thinking the more he surrounded himself with powerful people it would rub off on him. Instead he brew something deep within Imin. A thirst for success, power, and control. No more dirty looks, pitying stares, or bullying kids.
He was home schooled so he was taught by his mother who was only there for a few hours. She needed to work too as he had a baby brother and they all needed money. She worked making dresses and suits for the rich or anyone who could afford it. So with those learning sessions he was able to learn the basics of reading and writing and he progressed on his own. He tried his best to learn as well as those who went to school but sadly he was no super genius and he would always be behind those richer kids less something miraculous happened.
Of course as a boy he spent time fighting, flirting, and being an idiot. He learned basic sword, spear, and unarmed fighting techniques by himself and gambling and wooing came easily. So he fought in the streets and then charmed on the corner.
He hardly had enough time to do all this though as he had to watch his brother, learn, and take care of a job he just picked up on his sixteenth birthday. He was a runner, he passed info from house to house, and he enjoyed his job as it increased his speed and stamina. Soon enough he was the most athletic of his friends and rivals. This brought attention from the girls. The girls his mind couldn't seem to properly comprehend or find out a reason why he loved them so.
At eighteen he got a girl pregnant and two had to get a little remedy to not carry another one of his children. If he gave a care he didn't show it yet people noticed he spent more time in the woods hunting and honing all of his skills. During one his drunken trips into the Great Forest he lost a few arrows due to the fact he couldn't keep the bow straight. As he stumbled after a few he fell over a green egg which he stupidly touched and contiued along the story of the dragon rider.
Soon he wasn't the low born guy anymore, he was the lowborn Rider which made all the difference. He was taught to fight and to shoot. He was taught courtesies and the way of words. He was to be a kind and vigilante watcher a protector of the peace; not fun. Rather he used his knew status to kind of control the people to like him. He got his second son that way five months ago he was born and Imin wasn't there and will not acknowledge the boy. He will however use his status to get more expensive clothing and more fun. Sadly he has to leave to serve Tenel Ka and he wonders if Alagaseia is filled with psychos and ugly people like they say.
Role Play Sample:
A loud belch ripped from Imin's mouth as he slammed down another tankard making that his fourth. He was slapped roughly on his back and swayed around losing his balance on the stupid small chair. Luckily one of his friend's gripped, and stained, his tunic and pulled him away from a tumble into the bar floor. "Shanks."
"Yer da** drunk deer. Isn't yer rider kind supposed to set an example?"
Imin have a hiccup full laugh before he just collapsed onto the table in bar in front of him and sending the tankards and shots in front of him scattering and making him lean back and giggle. " Me, a wishe and humble rider? How can I shgets any better?"
"His friends around laughed knowing Imin wasn't close to a good role model but he was a good friend. He was dependable and would kill for them and they would the same. If he would die for them; well no one was sure if he would die for anyone. He just loved living to much. Only Isabel seemed to bring any true love to his eyes.
"Imin!!" A high wine filled the air as an old door was thrown open and let a cold blast of air filled the inn. A long legged, black haired beauty walked in clothed in a silk dress and wool covering the only thing showing she was taken was the crying bundle in her arms. Stupid babies. Horrible thing was that it was his baby and even completely drunk he knew it. After all he had been with this one for around five months before leaving her. She had been the longest lasting since he was seventeen. Sadly she hadn't fixed herself with that lovely baby killing tea and got herself that little devil in her arms.
Bending over and putting his robe covered arms over his head Imin tried to keep himself hidden though he knew he was doing a horrible job. Especially with his friends looking up and lots of people looking to him. Stupid people.
"Imin, little Illio wonders where is daddy is. Why won't you come home and see him?" She walked up to him looking half desperate and needy and half defiant as if daring him to refute her in front of all these people. " He even has your eyes so don't deny him."
Imin stood wobbling around on shaky legs wondering when the inn became a ship. He never liked the see. Poking the bundle and then looking at the babies head he looked into blue green eyes hardly looking like his but it was irrefutable. " Nope don't see it."
"But h-"
"I.....don't....see....it," He growled out his face becoming serious and threatening quickly and with the scar across his eyes it was quite the expression.
She backed off a step and left Imin to stumbled past her and walk on to leave the inn and walk into an alley and fall unconscious. His friends would find him and then bring him to Isable.
Dragon's Name: Isable
Age- About a year
Color- Green
Attitude- She is quite silent and always watching as that is her way. She isn't overly agressive but nor is she docile. Rather she makes sure she has looked over everything befre making a desicion. She doesn't reject Imin's lifestyle but she makes it clear she hopes he will change as she feels he could be so much better.
Recon tunic:th00.deviantart.net/fs17/300W/i/2009/145/d/e/Archer_at_Dawn_by_naberus.jpg
