Post by taran on Aug 10, 2008 23:59:40 GMT -5
username: taran
character name: Taran
age: 22
attitude: Calm, confident, thoughtful
Race: Elf
Appearance: Leather cuirass and breaches, long wavy hair, angular face, deep green eyes.
Allegiance: Varden
Weapons: a ancient Japanese style Tachi sword, wears light chainmail armor in battles.
Other Info: Taran has a deep sense of duty and honor, as well as a sound moral center.
History: Taran was born in Ellesmera, to the weapons master his wife. Both parents and his brother and sisters, however, were all killed by a shade while traveling between cities. He spent most of his life wandering throughout Du Weldenvarden, learning how to survive. After he became older, and more mature, he focused himself on finding the shade that had killed his family and killing her. To achieve his desired goal, Taran set himself to learning how to use the sword, eventually defeating nearly all he crossed blades with. He spent nearly a decade tracking her down and eventually destroying her. He does not, however, use the title shadeslayer, feeling it is inappropriate in the current circumstances in the world. After he conquered the shade, he spent years wandering through the Beor Mountains, as well as the Hadarack Desert, lost in his own thoughts. He became a hired guard for a shipping company operating out of Surda, and learned how to function aboard a ship, and further honed his sword skills. He gave up that life to wander yet again, stumbling across the Varden in their struggle against the Empire. Seeing how evil and powerful the Empire had become, Taran offered to join the Varden, to help them bring peace to his world.
Role Play Sample: Taran emerged from the shadows of the cliff, sword resting against his should, the blade shining in the failing day. Reka stopped to look at him, her eyes filled with a sense of wonder.
"Yes, young elf, how may I help you?" Reka spoke through clenched teeth. She drew her own sword, colored a light blue. "Ah, you like my sword? Took it from a dead Rider centuries ago." Taran tightened his grip around his sword.
"You don't recognize me, do you shade?" Reka starred into Taran's deep green eyes, so full of anger and rage. Fear crept into Reka's own eyes as she began to remember.
"I've had years to plan this moment. I always pictured it differently. Maybe when you're dead before me..yes. Then it will seem right and my family will be able to rest in peace." Reka lunged at Taran with her sword, trying to catch him off guard. Taran simply slapped the blade away, then brought up his own sword to slash down at her. She twisted away with unnatural speed at the last instant, nearly avoiding certain death. Taran chased after her in a series of combinations, slashes, jabs, twists. He took a step back, switching his styles in the middle of a combination. Reka seized the moment to press her own attack, and Taran used that rash move to his own advantage. In a blur of movement, Taran had knocked the blade from her grasp and sent his own sword through her heart. She let out a shriek, not believing she was defeated after centuries of living. Taran watched as her power was broken, his family beginning to surround him. He fell to his knees, tears pouring from his eyes.
"Mother! Father!" he screamed to the air. "You're free!!! You are avenged!" He callapsed in tears out of pure joy...and sorrow. Reka may have been a murderer and shade, but she was also a living being once, and he ended that spark of life. The weight of her death fell heavily upon his shoulders.
character name: Taran
age: 22
attitude: Calm, confident, thoughtful
Race: Elf
Appearance: Leather cuirass and breaches, long wavy hair, angular face, deep green eyes.
Allegiance: Varden
Weapons: a ancient Japanese style Tachi sword, wears light chainmail armor in battles.
Other Info: Taran has a deep sense of duty and honor, as well as a sound moral center.
History: Taran was born in Ellesmera, to the weapons master his wife. Both parents and his brother and sisters, however, were all killed by a shade while traveling between cities. He spent most of his life wandering throughout Du Weldenvarden, learning how to survive. After he became older, and more mature, he focused himself on finding the shade that had killed his family and killing her. To achieve his desired goal, Taran set himself to learning how to use the sword, eventually defeating nearly all he crossed blades with. He spent nearly a decade tracking her down and eventually destroying her. He does not, however, use the title shadeslayer, feeling it is inappropriate in the current circumstances in the world. After he conquered the shade, he spent years wandering through the Beor Mountains, as well as the Hadarack Desert, lost in his own thoughts. He became a hired guard for a shipping company operating out of Surda, and learned how to function aboard a ship, and further honed his sword skills. He gave up that life to wander yet again, stumbling across the Varden in their struggle against the Empire. Seeing how evil and powerful the Empire had become, Taran offered to join the Varden, to help them bring peace to his world.
Role Play Sample: Taran emerged from the shadows of the cliff, sword resting against his should, the blade shining in the failing day. Reka stopped to look at him, her eyes filled with a sense of wonder.
"Yes, young elf, how may I help you?" Reka spoke through clenched teeth. She drew her own sword, colored a light blue. "Ah, you like my sword? Took it from a dead Rider centuries ago." Taran tightened his grip around his sword.
"You don't recognize me, do you shade?" Reka starred into Taran's deep green eyes, so full of anger and rage. Fear crept into Reka's own eyes as she began to remember.
"I've had years to plan this moment. I always pictured it differently. Maybe when you're dead before me..yes. Then it will seem right and my family will be able to rest in peace." Reka lunged at Taran with her sword, trying to catch him off guard. Taran simply slapped the blade away, then brought up his own sword to slash down at her. She twisted away with unnatural speed at the last instant, nearly avoiding certain death. Taran chased after her in a series of combinations, slashes, jabs, twists. He took a step back, switching his styles in the middle of a combination. Reka seized the moment to press her own attack, and Taran used that rash move to his own advantage. In a blur of movement, Taran had knocked the blade from her grasp and sent his own sword through her heart. She let out a shriek, not believing she was defeated after centuries of living. Taran watched as her power was broken, his family beginning to surround him. He fell to his knees, tears pouring from his eyes.
"Mother! Father!" he screamed to the air. "You're free!!! You are avenged!" He callapsed in tears out of pure joy...and sorrow. Reka may have been a murderer and shade, but she was also a living being once, and he ended that spark of life. The weight of her death fell heavily upon his shoulders.
