Post by jake on Nov 26, 2011 18:15:55 GMT -5
Name: Talom Oro
Age: 85
Race: Elf
Occupation: Spell Weaver
Allegiance: Ilirea
Physical Description: Standing at 5'11 Talom is a slender man, his complexion is light and fair. He has deep blue eyes and black shoulder length hair. He keeps his hair in a tight pony tail. He often wears slacks of a black color under his robes, which are colored a dark blue.
He owns a set of light leather armor that he only wears when sent out to perform tasks that place him in danger. An elvish short sword hangs at his belt. It is of amazing craftsmanship and although Talom did not make it he was present at its forging and sang many spells into the steel. The color of his blade is is a metal blue with a simple cross guard that holds a small sapphire.
Personality: Knowledge is all important for Talom, although young for his race he is often sought out for his opinion on every thing from military tactics to brush strokes. He is calm most times and very rarely lets pressure get to him.
He is kind and patient with others but does not hold that standard with himself, often putting himself down if he does not catch on to a concept quickly, which is rare. He more often than times loses himself in his studies. Spending days or weeks doing nothing but studying a subject.
History: Born to Evra and Owesa Oro, Talom was an only child. His family was of no special standing in Elesmera, which made it all the more extraordinary when Talom developed his connection to the flow of magic much younger than as was normal. and so he was sent to Ilirea to study under The Riders.
Talom excelled at his studies. He did not posses the vast amounts energy as some of his fellow students had, Talom excelled at his wording of the ancient language, creating spells that didn't use nearly as much energy. The wards he places upon himself were ingenious as well, more often than not only his teachers could figure out a way to circumvent them.
Talom was still in school when The Blue Divide began and continued his training up until the last 5 years of the war, where he and a handful of other students were graduated early to assist in fighting the humans. There he saw a few battles and his aptitude military strategy blossomed. He also learned not to hate the humans, but became fascinated by them, in his scouting missions he would watch them for hours and every time he would learn something new.
After the war Talom returned to The Riders, He felt that they were in the right for not stepping in. He now fills in helping to instruct the current students while still learning the inner workings of magic itself.
Roleplaying Sample:
"Atra iet fótr waíse vardo fra eld hórnya." He whispered as his energy dipped ever so slightly, then stepping is place he tested his spell. No matter how hard Talom jumped up and down, not a sound could be heard from his boots. A prideful smile crept over his lips.
"This will make the test much easier" He thought to himself as he made is way through the forest. Even though his steps were silent he made an effort to stay low as he traveled, the last thing he wanted was for a branch or bush to give away his position. After several minutes he came upon his opponent. His name was Delvan. Standing several inches taller than Talom, he was one of his classmates. He was always so forward and bragged about his superior power, often saying he would wipe the floor with whoever he was paired against in the graduation test.
Currently, the taller elf's back was to Talom and he made a move to attack. A bird chirped behind Talom. Delvan whirled around, and once spotting Talom he raised a hand and spoke in the ancient language.
"Brisingr!" Orange fire erupted from Delvan's palm and shot toward Talom.
Thinking quickly the shorter elf spoke aloud himself. "Thrysta Brisingr" And not even waiting to see the fire snuff out of existence Talom turned and began to run back the way he came.
Delvan thought for a moment that he destroyed his opponent before realizing what had happened and began to give chase. Talom was running full speed as he came upon the trail, and turning right continued down it, another thirty feet and he could see the hole he had dug earlier, As the short elf came up onto large hole he spoke again.
"Du deloi lunaea." His energy dropped a noticeable amount as he placed his foot over the hole. Before he could fall through though, the sides of the hole shot inward to close itself. The black haired elf knew it was only a thin layer of dirt that held him up, but that would be all he would need for his plan to work. Coming to the other side of the hidden hole Talom heard a gruff voice behind him.
"Stenr, rïsa!" The voice growled as Talom heard a the sound of whistling air, turning to face his attacker his side was slammed with a fist sized rock. Pain shot up and down his body as he stumbled further away from Delvan and landed squarely on his butt.
The taller elf now stood in front of Talom, his long deep red hair waving slightly in the wind. "I have you now weakling. Always with your smart comments, thinking you are better than everyone else, smarter. Well who's smarter now?" He said his voice thick with victory.
"I'm still smarter than you, Delvan, and I always will" Talom said as he released his spell. The look on Delvan's face was a look of confusion and then surprise and the ground from underneath him gave way. He fell nearly 9 feet, the crack that came from the hole Talom could only guess was the taller elf's ankle breaking. The red haired elf's screams followed shortly there after. But the shorter elf didn't care right now, his side pained him as he brought himself to his feet.
"Delvan, Stop crying like a newborn. The instructors will be here soon to get you...... Maybe next time you will pay more attention in our healing classes...." Talom Said and he turned and walked toward the meeting point......
(If you need it I can provide a translation for what was said in the Ancient Language )
Age: 85
Race: Elf
Occupation: Spell Weaver
Allegiance: Ilirea
Physical Description: Standing at 5'11 Talom is a slender man, his complexion is light and fair. He has deep blue eyes and black shoulder length hair. He keeps his hair in a tight pony tail. He often wears slacks of a black color under his robes, which are colored a dark blue.
He owns a set of light leather armor that he only wears when sent out to perform tasks that place him in danger. An elvish short sword hangs at his belt. It is of amazing craftsmanship and although Talom did not make it he was present at its forging and sang many spells into the steel. The color of his blade is is a metal blue with a simple cross guard that holds a small sapphire.
Personality: Knowledge is all important for Talom, although young for his race he is often sought out for his opinion on every thing from military tactics to brush strokes. He is calm most times and very rarely lets pressure get to him.
He is kind and patient with others but does not hold that standard with himself, often putting himself down if he does not catch on to a concept quickly, which is rare. He more often than times loses himself in his studies. Spending days or weeks doing nothing but studying a subject.
History: Born to Evra and Owesa Oro, Talom was an only child. His family was of no special standing in Elesmera, which made it all the more extraordinary when Talom developed his connection to the flow of magic much younger than as was normal. and so he was sent to Ilirea to study under The Riders.
Talom excelled at his studies. He did not posses the vast amounts energy as some of his fellow students had, Talom excelled at his wording of the ancient language, creating spells that didn't use nearly as much energy. The wards he places upon himself were ingenious as well, more often than not only his teachers could figure out a way to circumvent them.
Talom was still in school when The Blue Divide began and continued his training up until the last 5 years of the war, where he and a handful of other students were graduated early to assist in fighting the humans. There he saw a few battles and his aptitude military strategy blossomed. He also learned not to hate the humans, but became fascinated by them, in his scouting missions he would watch them for hours and every time he would learn something new.
After the war Talom returned to The Riders, He felt that they were in the right for not stepping in. He now fills in helping to instruct the current students while still learning the inner workings of magic itself.
Roleplaying Sample:
"Atra iet fótr waíse vardo fra eld hórnya." He whispered as his energy dipped ever so slightly, then stepping is place he tested his spell. No matter how hard Talom jumped up and down, not a sound could be heard from his boots. A prideful smile crept over his lips.
"This will make the test much easier" He thought to himself as he made is way through the forest. Even though his steps were silent he made an effort to stay low as he traveled, the last thing he wanted was for a branch or bush to give away his position. After several minutes he came upon his opponent. His name was Delvan. Standing several inches taller than Talom, he was one of his classmates. He was always so forward and bragged about his superior power, often saying he would wipe the floor with whoever he was paired against in the graduation test.
Currently, the taller elf's back was to Talom and he made a move to attack. A bird chirped behind Talom. Delvan whirled around, and once spotting Talom he raised a hand and spoke in the ancient language.
"Brisingr!" Orange fire erupted from Delvan's palm and shot toward Talom.
Thinking quickly the shorter elf spoke aloud himself. "Thrysta Brisingr" And not even waiting to see the fire snuff out of existence Talom turned and began to run back the way he came.
Delvan thought for a moment that he destroyed his opponent before realizing what had happened and began to give chase. Talom was running full speed as he came upon the trail, and turning right continued down it, another thirty feet and he could see the hole he had dug earlier, As the short elf came up onto large hole he spoke again.
"Du deloi lunaea." His energy dropped a noticeable amount as he placed his foot over the hole. Before he could fall through though, the sides of the hole shot inward to close itself. The black haired elf knew it was only a thin layer of dirt that held him up, but that would be all he would need for his plan to work. Coming to the other side of the hidden hole Talom heard a gruff voice behind him.
"Stenr, rïsa!" The voice growled as Talom heard a the sound of whistling air, turning to face his attacker his side was slammed with a fist sized rock. Pain shot up and down his body as he stumbled further away from Delvan and landed squarely on his butt.
The taller elf now stood in front of Talom, his long deep red hair waving slightly in the wind. "I have you now weakling. Always with your smart comments, thinking you are better than everyone else, smarter. Well who's smarter now?" He said his voice thick with victory.
"I'm still smarter than you, Delvan, and I always will" Talom said as he released his spell. The look on Delvan's face was a look of confusion and then surprise and the ground from underneath him gave way. He fell nearly 9 feet, the crack that came from the hole Talom could only guess was the taller elf's ankle breaking. The red haired elf's screams followed shortly there after. But the shorter elf didn't care right now, his side pained him as he brought himself to his feet.
"Delvan, Stop crying like a newborn. The instructors will be here soon to get you...... Maybe next time you will pay more attention in our healing classes...." Talom Said and he turned and walked toward the meeting point......
(If you need it I can provide a translation for what was said in the Ancient Language )
