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| Topic Started: Jul 11 2008, 08:18 PM (234 Views) | |
| Gordan | Jul 11 2008, 08:18 PM Post #1 |
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Player Details Name: Tyler Rau Age: 16 Contact Details: Istealhubcaps@gmail.com How you found us: The Land of Avalon Character General Details Name: Gordan Jag Age: 65 Gender: Male Race: Elf Profession: Mercenary Spell Caster: Yes Steamskilled: No Appearance Details Overall Appearance Description: Gordan stands at 5 foot, 11 inches, shorter than other elves. His skin is tanned brown, full of scars from past encounters. Unlike his fellow elves his cloths are not well kept, his once fine tunic and such, tattered and dirty from his constant travelings. Now the once dark green and black tunic and leggings are covered in filth, ranging from blood to soot to dirt or mud. To keep his garments hidden, he wears a black cloak and robe, silver vines and leaves etched into them. His eyes have narrowed out in the extreme sunlight and his irises darkened. His once hazel eyes now shown a dark, musty green. His once black hair had turned white. From his use of void magic, his back is covered in boils and scabs. The scabs fade to scars and he just does what he can with the boils. They are pretty small, but in large numbers. In the light they look like cherries growing out of his back. Personal Details Sexuality: Heterosexual. Nothing other than Human or Elf. Marital Status: N/A Education: He went to a typical boarding school. All dressed neat and proper, learning all the things they needed to accomplish something in life. Gordan was fine with this for a time. He waited 12 long years of schooling, before finally growing fed up with the whole mess. While others saw it as invigorating and enlightening, he saw it utterly and completely boring. He left, taking cloths and a stolen weapon with him. He traveled for a while, before being drawn into magics. He tried out Earth first and it was all good and fun. But during a break, some of the other students were talking about going to a Void magic school. A gatherer from the school came and told them of all the brilliant things they could do with Void magic. Gordan, instantly fell in with this man. He left for what he thought a great Journey of magic. More than likely, it was torture. The festering wounds that accumulated from using the magic were horrid. He did not age but he changed. His eyes darkened, his hair began to lose its shine and his skin darkened. Eventually, after 5 years, he was proficient in its use. Academic weaknesses: Prefers slang to proper language, and doesn't write very well. Main goal (dream) at this point in time: He really doesn't have one. Stay alive? Overall Personality Description: Very raw in his manners, although he reserves some for females. He is a heavy drinker and has a stainless steel flask that he'll take a swig from every so often. He is stubborn to the core and loves to joke around, although his way of joking around is looked down upon by the upper class rich folks. He is open, but never lets anyone in on his past, or how he really feels. That right is reserved for only few people. Before fights he gets a look in his eye that a dead man would hold, yet during the fight, a broad grin stretches across his face, his eyes light like a mad mans and he screams and shouts obscene language, along with the occasional raw salute including one finger raised above the rest. Background Details History/Background: Gordan was born to tight parents. They ran a very persistent schedule and taught him everything, punished him left and right for his wrongs, and wouldn't let him outside hardly except for school. Once, he managed to sneak out of the house and roamed around the area he lived in. Everyone seemed to live in the same way he had and happened to be content with it. This taught him something. The people he lived near were lame. School never changed, although everyone's views on him seemed to shift like wild fire. Over night, he had become revered as scum. Some one had seen him disobeying the rule everyone followed. No outside after dark. He continued his nighttime shift though, let them think of him what they wanted. They were all alike and he was quite sick of it. School was nothing more than a burden, one happily rid of as soon as he possibly could. His parents then started talking to him about what he would like to do with his life. All of the options revolted him. He wanted to here something fun, that would require skill. Magic, although greatly unused amongst his people, sparked his interest. The ability to change things with his mind. He couldn't wait. He packed cloths and left his home town and he vowed never to return, less business bring his path with the "God forsaken place" as he put it. On the trail, he started talking to travelers. They gave him directions, some where to sleep or in the best cases food and water. Over time, he had almost completely forgotten his own way of life and took on one viewed as savage by his people. He also managed to stab his ego and let a lot of the air out. Soon enough, after a decade or so of hard travel that built him up stronger than he had already been, he found a place of learning. A school in the teachings of Earth magic. At first it had sparked his interest. Though near only a year in he found himself bored in the dabbles. They promised that more advanced and more useful thing would come along the line. He didn't care. Soon enough, a rouge slipped into the grounds and approached the young wizards and started telling them things. And only Gordan's interest had perked up. The school of Void magic. He left with the man, only pausing to collect his things. He never left a note saying where he was going. Upon arrival, he could sort of feel the power vibrating in the air. Or maybe he was just shaking in excitement. Here, he though, great things would happen. And they did. He excelled in his studies and learning. He soon though, a decade and a half later, had to leave. There was nothing more they could teach him, or so they said. With a frown etched across his face, he left and set out for the nearest human settlement. There, in a bar, he met up with a rowdy bunch of middle aged men, the youngest 27, the oldest 56. There was about 15 of them, all drunken up and as he walked in, he took an instant liking to them. He had grown up with quiet and because of it he liked the loud, raw men. He introduced himself and was taken in almost immediately. Twelve males and three females. One of them caught his eye. Compared to an elf, she was not fair, but he had not been around elves, or many females. She was slender, were the other two were thicker. Really hard to look at them. But she was pretty, a nice hour glass shape, black hair and icy blue eyes. And she was the only one against letting him come. At the time he paid it no attention. This was the first time he had ever had alcohol and he was near totaled by his second. He set out with the band of mercenaries. They supplied the blade and he was supposed to give it back if he ever planned on leaving. They defended towns, caravan, homesteads and castles from siege. They had even lead a few of the sieges against other castles. In one, the girl mentioned in the bar was killed. It was an easy sprint across and open field, medium height grass, enough to hide in. But they were over confident. Archers arched their bows and leased a barrage of steel. No one in the mercenaries ranks was felled. They sprinted on, jumping and landing amongst the now frightened archers. After they had dispatched them, taken ammo for the attacking archers and rationed extra equipment, they moved on. Then, a few ballista launchers got them on the sights. It launched a bolt of wood as long as she was tall strait through her. It hard really no impact on his life, but it proved how easily he could have been shot. After the battle, he returned his weapon, bid them farewell and walked off along a dirt road to find more adventure. Magic Stats and Steamskills Magic Stats School of Air magic: School of Fire magic: School of Water magic: School of Earth magic: Level 4 School of Void magic: Level 6 Steamskills Know your bolts: |
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| Abnormal-Child | Jul 12 2008, 08:57 PM Post #2 |
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Thank you for all the changes
 I'm looking this character, as I told you in the Pm I love the crudeness of your character and the twist you've created with him, even though he is a Elf and has Elven roots. I'm looking forward to seeing this character in action and he will make a welcome addition to our community
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| Ciri | Jul 15 2008, 03:23 AM Post #3 |
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You know, this might actually be a character Ciri would be scared of, and that's saying something
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