Post by Rainbow Dash on Jan 19, 2012 0:29:02 GMT -5
User name: jamesshyvur
Character: Raegis Woodcrest
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Hair color: Short blonde hair
Eye color: Green
Height: 6'3
Weapons: A handcrafted sword made by his father and the finest steel.
Armor: chainmail under a leather armor set that was also handcrafted by his father.
Faction: Varden
History: Raegis left the town of Woodcrest before its destruction to escape the Empire and being forced into its ranks for his knowledge and skill with magic. He was never much of a blacksmith but preferred instead to learn more about the magic he had grown to possess. He was trained in magic by his uncle Zalom, before Zalom became Shade and self proclaimed Wyrmking. Raegis fell in with the Varden less because he sympathized with them but because he fell in love and married an elf woman in their ranks. Raegis like others in his town is well versed in swordplay and martial technique on top of his magical abilities he proves his worth to Varden, battle after battle.
Role play sample:
Raegis sat down by the pool of water and washed his face in the refreshing oasis water. The dessert was a dangerous place, but less dangerous then in Galbatorix's iron fist, plus the seclusion gave him time to learn and practice words in the ancient language, a past time he most enjoyed. However, his activity was cut short after a group of what he first thought were merchants showed up at the oasis. "Ah good, merchants. How goes your day? May I see your wares?" Raegis asked hoping they would have some decent clothes for sale so he could escape these mangled excuses for coverings.
"Wares?" One man asked before turning to one of his three other companions and laughing. "No wares here, unless you include the water you just drank." Another man chimed in. "Aye, this water be ours, and you be stealin its." The fattest and obviously the least intelligent of the four explained. 'Yeah so either you pay up or things can get ugly." The last and smallest one threatened.
Raegis's eyes darted from man to man, he would try to end this peacefully but if it came to bloodshed he had already found several weaknesses.
First of all, they were all wearing clothe armor, making it easy for them to cut down.
Second off, they were armed with only daggers, which meant his sword had a greater reach and greater striking range then they had.
Third off, none of them knew he was from the warrior town of Woodcrest or that he was versed in magic.
"Come now, I was just passing through, I simply washed my face to cool off and took a drink or two. No harm done to your...lucrative business I assure you." Raegis said with a disarming smile. "How about I give you a piece of gold and we call it square?" Raegis asked the men.
"A single piece? No see we are going to take everything you have." The small one said. "Get em boys." He continued.
The three bandits charged Raegis daggers drawn, but Raegis was prepared he kicked sand into their faces and dove for his blade while they dug at their eyes. Raegis ran one of more physically fit men through his abdomen, he screamed as he died. He spun off the man allowing his corpse to fall to the ground and cut a foot off the fat man. He outstretched his right hand and yelled "Brisingr." The third man burst into flames screaming in pain. He walked over to the fat man as he tried in vain to reattach his severed limb. "Please, don't kill me." He begged. "I will do anything." He continued between sobs. "And how many have begged the samething of you? How many did you cut down instead?" Raegis questioned before sinking his blade into the man's chest ending him.
"By the Gods." The short man exclaimed as he turned to run away. "A warrior never flees." Raegis yelled as he threw his blade and watched as it impaled the man between his shoulders. "May your torments in hell be far worse then your deaths." Raegis said as he walked away from the oasis to retrieve his blade and carry on his journey.
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Character name: Sylvrin Woodcrest.
Age: 246
Sex: Female
Race: Elf
Height: 6'1
Hair color: Long Auburn Hair
Eye color: Sky Blue
Weapons: A jade rider blade named Vynthr, it has been passed down her family for generations as a heirloom.
Armor: Light leather armor.
Faction: Varden
History:
Sylvrin comes from a long line of elven warriors and riders, something her family is both proud of and envied for. She was trained in the ways if combat at a young age this included both swordplay, and spellweaving. It was through these skills that she found herself as guard to some of the most important officers in the Varden. She proved her worth on the battlefield time and time again, until one day she was captured by the empire and tortured. After not giving any information on the Varden her tongue was carved from her mouth leaving her mute and unable to speak unless telepathically. She was scheduled for execution when a human man named Raegis saved her during transport to Uru'baen. She guided him to the Varden and during their journey fell in love with the man, shortly after arriving back at camp she married Raegis.
Role play sample:
"I don't think she will prove as useful as she once was." One soldier said to another as Sylvrin passed them by. "I am mute not deaf." She thought angrily. "And my inability to speak has not hindered my magic or my combat effectiveness." She continued to think, offended at the men's words. "Darling, calm yourself, they are just men. They do not understand much and therefore do not require or deserve your anger." Raegis said calmly to her. This calmed her a bit, however she was still offended by the men. "I know this, but you have no idea what a struggle it is now that I cannot correct these men." She told Raegis through their mental connection. "I know love, I am working on a way to give you that back, but you must give me time." Raegis said as he slipped his hand into hers and squeezed it gently. Sylvrin allowed a small smile to part on her lips, Raegis was all she needed in a mate, kind, supportive, loving, and most of all selfless. That is why she had agreed to the silly human tradition of marriage, she didn't see a point in it but Raegis insisted upon the wedding so she had agreed. As they walked towards their tent and past the women who were busy washing clothes, she couldn't help but feel their stares of envy, disgust, and some even hate.
Character: Raegis Woodcrest
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Hair color: Short blonde hair
Eye color: Green
Height: 6'3
Weapons: A handcrafted sword made by his father and the finest steel.
Armor: chainmail under a leather armor set that was also handcrafted by his father.
Faction: Varden
History: Raegis left the town of Woodcrest before its destruction to escape the Empire and being forced into its ranks for his knowledge and skill with magic. He was never much of a blacksmith but preferred instead to learn more about the magic he had grown to possess. He was trained in magic by his uncle Zalom, before Zalom became Shade and self proclaimed Wyrmking. Raegis fell in with the Varden less because he sympathized with them but because he fell in love and married an elf woman in their ranks. Raegis like others in his town is well versed in swordplay and martial technique on top of his magical abilities he proves his worth to Varden, battle after battle.
Role play sample:
Raegis sat down by the pool of water and washed his face in the refreshing oasis water. The dessert was a dangerous place, but less dangerous then in Galbatorix's iron fist, plus the seclusion gave him time to learn and practice words in the ancient language, a past time he most enjoyed. However, his activity was cut short after a group of what he first thought were merchants showed up at the oasis. "Ah good, merchants. How goes your day? May I see your wares?" Raegis asked hoping they would have some decent clothes for sale so he could escape these mangled excuses for coverings.
"Wares?" One man asked before turning to one of his three other companions and laughing. "No wares here, unless you include the water you just drank." Another man chimed in. "Aye, this water be ours, and you be stealin its." The fattest and obviously the least intelligent of the four explained. 'Yeah so either you pay up or things can get ugly." The last and smallest one threatened.
Raegis's eyes darted from man to man, he would try to end this peacefully but if it came to bloodshed he had already found several weaknesses.
First of all, they were all wearing clothe armor, making it easy for them to cut down.
Second off, they were armed with only daggers, which meant his sword had a greater reach and greater striking range then they had.
Third off, none of them knew he was from the warrior town of Woodcrest or that he was versed in magic.
"Come now, I was just passing through, I simply washed my face to cool off and took a drink or two. No harm done to your...lucrative business I assure you." Raegis said with a disarming smile. "How about I give you a piece of gold and we call it square?" Raegis asked the men.
"A single piece? No see we are going to take everything you have." The small one said. "Get em boys." He continued.
The three bandits charged Raegis daggers drawn, but Raegis was prepared he kicked sand into their faces and dove for his blade while they dug at their eyes. Raegis ran one of more physically fit men through his abdomen, he screamed as he died. He spun off the man allowing his corpse to fall to the ground and cut a foot off the fat man. He outstretched his right hand and yelled "Brisingr." The third man burst into flames screaming in pain. He walked over to the fat man as he tried in vain to reattach his severed limb. "Please, don't kill me." He begged. "I will do anything." He continued between sobs. "And how many have begged the samething of you? How many did you cut down instead?" Raegis questioned before sinking his blade into the man's chest ending him.
"By the Gods." The short man exclaimed as he turned to run away. "A warrior never flees." Raegis yelled as he threw his blade and watched as it impaled the man between his shoulders. "May your torments in hell be far worse then your deaths." Raegis said as he walked away from the oasis to retrieve his blade and carry on his journey.
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Character name: Sylvrin Woodcrest.
Age: 246
Sex: Female
Race: Elf
Height: 6'1
Hair color: Long Auburn Hair
Eye color: Sky Blue
Weapons: A jade rider blade named Vynthr, it has been passed down her family for generations as a heirloom.
Armor: Light leather armor.
Faction: Varden
History:
Sylvrin comes from a long line of elven warriors and riders, something her family is both proud of and envied for. She was trained in the ways if combat at a young age this included both swordplay, and spellweaving. It was through these skills that she found herself as guard to some of the most important officers in the Varden. She proved her worth on the battlefield time and time again, until one day she was captured by the empire and tortured. After not giving any information on the Varden her tongue was carved from her mouth leaving her mute and unable to speak unless telepathically. She was scheduled for execution when a human man named Raegis saved her during transport to Uru'baen. She guided him to the Varden and during their journey fell in love with the man, shortly after arriving back at camp she married Raegis.
Role play sample:
"I don't think she will prove as useful as she once was." One soldier said to another as Sylvrin passed them by. "I am mute not deaf." She thought angrily. "And my inability to speak has not hindered my magic or my combat effectiveness." She continued to think, offended at the men's words. "Darling, calm yourself, they are just men. They do not understand much and therefore do not require or deserve your anger." Raegis said calmly to her. This calmed her a bit, however she was still offended by the men. "I know this, but you have no idea what a struggle it is now that I cannot correct these men." She told Raegis through their mental connection. "I know love, I am working on a way to give you that back, but you must give me time." Raegis said as he slipped his hand into hers and squeezed it gently. Sylvrin allowed a small smile to part on her lips, Raegis was all she needed in a mate, kind, supportive, loving, and most of all selfless. That is why she had agreed to the silly human tradition of marriage, she didn't see a point in it but Raegis insisted upon the wedding so she had agreed. As they walked towards their tent and past the women who were busy washing clothes, she couldn't help but feel their stares of envy, disgust, and some even hate.
