Post by yamamoto on Nov 21, 2010 15:22:07 GMT -5
Name:Andol
Age:100
Race:Elf
Occupation:Hunter
Allegiance:Elves
Physical Description:He is skinny with pale skin. He has black hair which always seems to be in a mess, yet will suddenly seem clean and straight every now and then. He only will wear clothes that make him comfortable no matter the situation, even if it is something formal, it usually takes a good talking to form someone with a higher rank than Andol to make him wear anything formal and not his usual more comfort based attire. Though despite this he has an uncanny knack for never looking sloppy, at least most of time.
His brown eyes are very deep looking, with the pupils seeming to be as big as those of a Tarren bush-baby, though they are a little creepy--not so much so that it would scare anyone. His face is almost a constant frown and his eyes seem shifty as though he is suspicious of everyone. He has a long scar up his leg from when he had a bad fall when he was younger. His left hand as a bad burn on it, because his curious nature got the best of him. He learned the lesson that things on the oven will burn, in the most hardest way possibly
Another feature is something that could be considered separate from Andol, but to see this feature separate is a very rare thing. This thing is Andol’s chain knife which he likes to call Culling, which has a weapon usually lives up to it's name when wielded by Andol. Though there is one downside to Andol's weapon and one just as to take a look at his body to know what it is. Andol has quite a few scars all over his body that make him look like he has been in quite a few battles. The most noticable are the ones on his face, and the reason for these scars are form Andol's training with this weapon sinice it is dangerous to a person who is untrained with it... this made his self training a real trail by fire, but in the end it toughed his body and resolve.
Personality:Andol is an extreme shy person though this is really just a front that he uses to compensate for the fact tht he has lived alone for so long he is very unsure of himself in a social setting. At this point he prefers to sit on the edge of a gathering to silently observe and learn about those around him. If a conversation is brought to him, or if he wants one, he will not shy away from it. Yet still the fact that he seems to avoid others, keeps up the idea that he is shy. He tends to find most of his peers to be quite boring and will usually be found talking to those older than him, because he acts more mature than he really is and because his intelligence makes him annoying sometimes. Though some would say his creepiest feature is his ability to read people and figure out a lot about them without them having to say anything.
He is also what people would consider a very blunt person. He will not shy away from saying what he wants, or what he thinks people need to hear. Meaning he is never one to sugar coat a situation. This is sometimes a good thing and other times it is not. He is bisexual, but this again is other piece of him that is hidden. Not for fear of telling people--he just simply doesn't want to tell others, because it is not that big of deal. When he finds the male he wants, he will go for it and not shy away from it. This is the best way in his mind because it lets others figure it out themselves.
Yet the side that is most hidden is the hopeless romantic. He is really quite a sweetheart to anyone who can get close to him and for those he cares for, he is probably there most loyal and protective friend. Yet every now and then this side will pop up, usually in the defense of those being bullied. Plus he does not tolerate betrayal, if he found out someone had betrayed another. It would not matter how they did it, but he would inform the other party.
He has, but one friend in the entire world at this moment and that is Culling. Becuase he has lived alone most of his life, the chain knife has been really the only thing that he has had to talk to, and so that is somthing that he will do. So it is prefectly possiable to walk up on him sitting there talking to it, though there is never any reply and Andol isn't insane and so doesn't answer himself. He cleans the weapon almost constently and so for a 10 year old weapon it looks new becuase it is so well taken care of. Culling could actually be ddiscribed as a spoiled weapon.
Andol also has a certian hate for humans, becuase of what has happened to him in his life. His parents death has made him a bit vengful towards them so he does not get a long well with humans. Though he is willing to tolerate them as long as they are nice to him, sinice the years have softened him a bit. Yet still there is that feeling of hate that simmers below the surfuce, and Culling and can really come into it's name when the blood that it is drawing is that of a human.
He has many odd habits, and though they are not ones that would brother people. They still make people look at him with a double take. He usually sits up in a chair without his feet on the floor and will sit Indian style, if at all possible. He sometimes forgets to bathe, though he is not as foolish as to where it would become a problem. Yet it does leave his hair a little messed up. All and all he what one would consider to be an eccentric personality, and sometimes an enigma.
History: There is not much that this young man remembers about his childhood, expect for the time that him and his father spent together in forest... learning how to survive. His parents where killed by raiders who had just happened to not find the young Andol hiding. Though maybe it was just fate that spared his life that day, but he never really dwelled on what could have happened, becuase it was not the memories of his parents, since he had only been about 20 years old when they had died. No what he remember was what he had found a few days later in an old merchents shop. It the chain knife that he now called Culling. He gave up all of the last bit of money that he had found in the ruins of his home to pay for that weapon as well as some food. Then the young elf began to make a life for himself living.
He started to spend most of his days ethier gather food or training himself with his chain knife Culling. Though at the start of his training it was really a trail by fire, as he received many injuries form such a unpridicatable weapon, and though it took him a few years, but he soon started to master it. Now he looked at his scars with pride, becuase they where the symbols of his sucess. He would also take a bit of the food that he did not use and sale it. This was how he was finally able to buy tools that made things a bit easier for him in his ablities to do things and live in the forest.
He was able to build a small hut for himself in the woods that grew bigger over time and evoled into a small cabin. He would really only come into contact with other elves whenever he needed suppiles that he could not get a hold of himself. That was when he had heard of the war bettewen the humans and elves, but he could care less really. War was just senseless distruction and he wanted no part of it. So he kept to himself and only made more outside contanct when he began to become more curious of his magical abilites and wanted to learn more. So that not only could he increase his strength with his weapon, but with his magic.
He found another elf in the woods that was someone whom he felt that he could relate to. It was a older elf whose name was Bamire, and it was form this older elf who in exchange for Andol's help in gathering food and other things that he learned to read to use his magic. The first thing being that he changed the color of his eyes to a almost black color. The next thing was that he learned to guide his weapons path in combat, and somtimes Andol would levitate to even make it seem like it had a life of it's own, but in the end it was simply Andol playing around. The young man seemed to study non stop, until eventually his only sorce of learning was cut off when the old man was killed.
Again this only left Andol to contiune his life in to forest alone, though the contact with this other elf left him wondering about wethier or not it was really good idea to keep this up, and maybe... just maybe... he should try and find out of the ture meaning of the word 'friends'.
Roleplaying Sample:Andol's mind felt like it was racing at the moment as his fist slammed into the tree on which was drawn a target. He began to wonder if he had had everything all wrong. What if he was living a lie. No!! He had to try and clear those kinds of thoughts out of his head and he punch his fist against the tree again. The chain of his weapon which was wrapped around his fist cushioned the blow, and the smaller of the two daggers made a small noise everytime it bumped against the tree.
The old man had been so nice to him, and had not rejected his presance like he had at first thought. It had supirsed him so much that it now left him confused about wether or not others would do the same to him. There was a loud sound as his fist again slammed into the tree. Yet the young elf felt like he just could not take it anymore and with a yell he grabbed the handle of the 6 inch blade and threw the 8 inch blade which flew and stuck into a tree that was ten feet away. Andol was breathing a bit heavy as he began to talk to his weapon like he always did, "Culling.... what should I do?..." Yet for the first time he realized that he would get no reply.
It had never really bothered him before, becuase there was always that little thought in his head that seemed to replace any needed reply. Yet now that thought was not there. He realized that his orginal thoughts had been right all along... maybe he had been living his life all wrong... maybe now would be the best time to try. Maybe he really should go and try to learn the ture meaning of the word 'friends'.
Age:100
Race:Elf
Occupation:Hunter
Allegiance:Elves
Physical Description:He is skinny with pale skin. He has black hair which always seems to be in a mess, yet will suddenly seem clean and straight every now and then. He only will wear clothes that make him comfortable no matter the situation, even if it is something formal, it usually takes a good talking to form someone with a higher rank than Andol to make him wear anything formal and not his usual more comfort based attire. Though despite this he has an uncanny knack for never looking sloppy, at least most of time.
His brown eyes are very deep looking, with the pupils seeming to be as big as those of a Tarren bush-baby, though they are a little creepy--not so much so that it would scare anyone. His face is almost a constant frown and his eyes seem shifty as though he is suspicious of everyone. He has a long scar up his leg from when he had a bad fall when he was younger. His left hand as a bad burn on it, because his curious nature got the best of him. He learned the lesson that things on the oven will burn, in the most hardest way possibly
Another feature is something that could be considered separate from Andol, but to see this feature separate is a very rare thing. This thing is Andol’s chain knife which he likes to call Culling, which has a weapon usually lives up to it's name when wielded by Andol. Though there is one downside to Andol's weapon and one just as to take a look at his body to know what it is. Andol has quite a few scars all over his body that make him look like he has been in quite a few battles. The most noticable are the ones on his face, and the reason for these scars are form Andol's training with this weapon sinice it is dangerous to a person who is untrained with it... this made his self training a real trail by fire, but in the end it toughed his body and resolve.
Personality:Andol is an extreme shy person though this is really just a front that he uses to compensate for the fact tht he has lived alone for so long he is very unsure of himself in a social setting. At this point he prefers to sit on the edge of a gathering to silently observe and learn about those around him. If a conversation is brought to him, or if he wants one, he will not shy away from it. Yet still the fact that he seems to avoid others, keeps up the idea that he is shy. He tends to find most of his peers to be quite boring and will usually be found talking to those older than him, because he acts more mature than he really is and because his intelligence makes him annoying sometimes. Though some would say his creepiest feature is his ability to read people and figure out a lot about them without them having to say anything.
He is also what people would consider a very blunt person. He will not shy away from saying what he wants, or what he thinks people need to hear. Meaning he is never one to sugar coat a situation. This is sometimes a good thing and other times it is not. He is bisexual, but this again is other piece of him that is hidden. Not for fear of telling people--he just simply doesn't want to tell others, because it is not that big of deal. When he finds the male he wants, he will go for it and not shy away from it. This is the best way in his mind because it lets others figure it out themselves.
Yet the side that is most hidden is the hopeless romantic. He is really quite a sweetheart to anyone who can get close to him and for those he cares for, he is probably there most loyal and protective friend. Yet every now and then this side will pop up, usually in the defense of those being bullied. Plus he does not tolerate betrayal, if he found out someone had betrayed another. It would not matter how they did it, but he would inform the other party.
He has, but one friend in the entire world at this moment and that is Culling. Becuase he has lived alone most of his life, the chain knife has been really the only thing that he has had to talk to, and so that is somthing that he will do. So it is prefectly possiable to walk up on him sitting there talking to it, though there is never any reply and Andol isn't insane and so doesn't answer himself. He cleans the weapon almost constently and so for a 10 year old weapon it looks new becuase it is so well taken care of. Culling could actually be ddiscribed as a spoiled weapon.
Andol also has a certian hate for humans, becuase of what has happened to him in his life. His parents death has made him a bit vengful towards them so he does not get a long well with humans. Though he is willing to tolerate them as long as they are nice to him, sinice the years have softened him a bit. Yet still there is that feeling of hate that simmers below the surfuce, and Culling and can really come into it's name when the blood that it is drawing is that of a human.
He has many odd habits, and though they are not ones that would brother people. They still make people look at him with a double take. He usually sits up in a chair without his feet on the floor and will sit Indian style, if at all possible. He sometimes forgets to bathe, though he is not as foolish as to where it would become a problem. Yet it does leave his hair a little messed up. All and all he what one would consider to be an eccentric personality, and sometimes an enigma.
History: There is not much that this young man remembers about his childhood, expect for the time that him and his father spent together in forest... learning how to survive. His parents where killed by raiders who had just happened to not find the young Andol hiding. Though maybe it was just fate that spared his life that day, but he never really dwelled on what could have happened, becuase it was not the memories of his parents, since he had only been about 20 years old when they had died. No what he remember was what he had found a few days later in an old merchents shop. It the chain knife that he now called Culling. He gave up all of the last bit of money that he had found in the ruins of his home to pay for that weapon as well as some food. Then the young elf began to make a life for himself living.
He started to spend most of his days ethier gather food or training himself with his chain knife Culling. Though at the start of his training it was really a trail by fire, as he received many injuries form such a unpridicatable weapon, and though it took him a few years, but he soon started to master it. Now he looked at his scars with pride, becuase they where the symbols of his sucess. He would also take a bit of the food that he did not use and sale it. This was how he was finally able to buy tools that made things a bit easier for him in his ablities to do things and live in the forest.
He was able to build a small hut for himself in the woods that grew bigger over time and evoled into a small cabin. He would really only come into contact with other elves whenever he needed suppiles that he could not get a hold of himself. That was when he had heard of the war bettewen the humans and elves, but he could care less really. War was just senseless distruction and he wanted no part of it. So he kept to himself and only made more outside contanct when he began to become more curious of his magical abilites and wanted to learn more. So that not only could he increase his strength with his weapon, but with his magic.
He found another elf in the woods that was someone whom he felt that he could relate to. It was a older elf whose name was Bamire, and it was form this older elf who in exchange for Andol's help in gathering food and other things that he learned to read to use his magic. The first thing being that he changed the color of his eyes to a almost black color. The next thing was that he learned to guide his weapons path in combat, and somtimes Andol would levitate to even make it seem like it had a life of it's own, but in the end it was simply Andol playing around. The young man seemed to study non stop, until eventually his only sorce of learning was cut off when the old man was killed.
Again this only left Andol to contiune his life in to forest alone, though the contact with this other elf left him wondering about wethier or not it was really good idea to keep this up, and maybe... just maybe... he should try and find out of the ture meaning of the word 'friends'.
Roleplaying Sample:Andol's mind felt like it was racing at the moment as his fist slammed into the tree on which was drawn a target. He began to wonder if he had had everything all wrong. What if he was living a lie. No!! He had to try and clear those kinds of thoughts out of his head and he punch his fist against the tree again. The chain of his weapon which was wrapped around his fist cushioned the blow, and the smaller of the two daggers made a small noise everytime it bumped against the tree.
The old man had been so nice to him, and had not rejected his presance like he had at first thought. It had supirsed him so much that it now left him confused about wether or not others would do the same to him. There was a loud sound as his fist again slammed into the tree. Yet the young elf felt like he just could not take it anymore and with a yell he grabbed the handle of the 6 inch blade and threw the 8 inch blade which flew and stuck into a tree that was ten feet away. Andol was breathing a bit heavy as he began to talk to his weapon like he always did, "Culling.... what should I do?..." Yet for the first time he realized that he would get no reply.
It had never really bothered him before, becuase there was always that little thought in his head that seemed to replace any needed reply. Yet now that thought was not there. He realized that his orginal thoughts had been right all along... maybe he had been living his life all wrong... maybe now would be the best time to try. Maybe he really should go and try to learn the ture meaning of the word 'friends'.
