Post by Zarroc on Dec 4, 2010 17:15:48 GMT -5
Your username: IetZarroc
Character's name: Zeb jorgonsson
Character's age: 19
Character's attitude: Zeb is very laidback, a man who enjoys life. Not much can bug him, except for Festus, who has been with him long enough to know how to push his buttons.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: Zeb often wears a sleaveless shirt, preferring to keep his arms free and ready to move quickly. He also wears normal pants, but he doesn't wear shoes. He has brown hair, and has a short goatee. He has blue eyes, and a charming smile.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons: a large sword, about three feet long, and two shorter swords strapped to his back.
Name: Festus
Age: 2 years
Characters attitude: Fetus is a very mischievous Dragon, always getting his nose into something.
Race: dragon
Appearance: Fetus is a golden Orange colored dragon, his wings a more vibrant colored Orange.
History: Zeb was born in a city near the varden, but his family never got very involved in the works of them. when he was ten, his family moved closer to the empire, and, eventually, into the empire. Zebs family was never bothered by either side, and, in return, they never bothered back. When he was 14, Zeb was apprenticed to a blacksmith, who taught him to fight. When he was sixteen, he made his own sword, and when he was 17 he forged the double blades that He always carries with him. That same year, as Zeb was practising his sword skills, he found a golden-orange egg, which hatched for him several days later. He named the dragon festus, which, in Latin, means happy. After that, things got more and more difficult for the pair. Send parents fled to the varden, but Zeb still refused to have anything to do with either side. He evaded the empire for several months, but then fled to the hadarac desert. They lived there for the next two years, in which Zeb became a very skilled blacksmith.
Roleplay sample: Zeb walked from his makeshift forge towards festus, the largish dragon dozing in the sun. festus. festus woke, and Zeb could feel the dragons drowsiness. Zeb reached out his hand and placed it on the warm scales of festus, who rose, and stretched. help me with this. festus shook himself, yawned, then torches the metal that Zeb was holding with the pair of tongs he had stolen last week. The metal glowed a cherry red, and festus shut off the flames. Zeb hurriedly took the metal to his anvil and pounded it until it formed the crude shape of a sword. He left it, and, wiping the sweat off of his brow, he sat down and drank from a stream he had found when he had first came here. Festus watched him with a large brown eye. The afternoon past like this, and Zeb stopped only when the sum disappeared on the horizon.
