Post by connorwindkeeper on Mar 23, 2011 23:48:29 GMT -5
Name:Rúmil Tasartir
Age:88
Race:Elven
Occupation:Warrior Mage
Allegiance:Du Weldenvarden
Physical Description:Rumil has often been described as bulky, while almost all of this is muscle he is still not as lithe as one would expect an elf to be. Some would actually swear that is mother laid with a brawny human sailor to conceive Rumil. This however is all simply speculation as his a pure elven lineage as far as anyone can trace. To further increase his rather humanish looking appearance he has short cropped chocolaty brown hair kept close to his head, similar to how most humans males keep their hair cut. He has dark green eyes that shine with a spark of intelligence so bright one would hardly believe his young age. He is often seen wearing a brilliant emerald green robe over tanned leather armor. He is almost never seen without a long knotted oak staff that he had personally sung out of the woods himself while a broadsword is strapped to his back. He also carries several stilletos amongst the folds of his robes.
Personality:Rumil can be seen as a scholar in most aspects. His voice is a soothing baratone that had been known to even entrance his teachers at times. He is incredibly intillegent when it comes to thinking "outside of the box", In fact he has often been seen sitting in the library reading scrolls and books of countless wars in generals. He did not do this however read to absorb the wisdom of histories greatest warriors, but to point out flaws in their tactics and bring up strategys that would prove better. One of his major personality flaws is that he is a sucker for a pretty face. While this flaw isnt necessarily an imidiate danger it could prove disasterus if not checked by someone a bit more level headed. He is very kind and loyal to his people and is all around likeable guy.
History:Rumil was born to Gilraen and Olwë Tasartir, both of his parents were well known rangers within Du Weldenvarden and at his birth he was expected to follow in their footsteps. While he was still considered young....even by human standards he began his training to be a noble ranger. It was soon noticed however that try as he might he had no skill with the bow, and to top it off his unusally more brawny size made him unsuitible for the stealthly movements that were required of rangers. His parents were besides themselves. Rumil was expected to carry on their legacy, yet his archery skills were hardly considered good for a human archer let alone the skill of one of Du Weldenvardens archers. One thing he did possess however was a sharp mind, though he could not move as silent as a cat, he found ways to camouflage his movements in other ways. Not knowing what to do with their son, they decided to take him to Ilirea hoping to find use of his intelligence there he was tested as someone with a strong affinity with magic thus he was taken in to be a mage, this along with his increased bulk(allowing him to wear heavier armor) made him a perfect to become a warrior mage. Whilest he was not the best student when it came to memorizing facts and inscriptions he was creative and very eager to learn. By the time he was ready to graduate from his schooling he had already found several holes in tested battle tactics. He had yet to hit his 90th birthday and having spent most of his life learning yet he was already hearing whispers of things other people beleived he would acomplish in his young life. He also did not agree with the queen refusing to let the humans join the Dragon Riders, whilest harboring desires to join the elite core himself....despite the current situation the riders had put themselves with their no war policy. He had viewed the humans whilest in Ilirea and saw something that he profoundly like amongst the race. Despite their very short life they acomplished much to better their race. They were ambitious, always seeking more knowledge and always seeking to better their social standing. Whilest some people saw this ambition to be a hinderence on the species as a whole, Rumil beleived that if the humans were made riders their ambition would help usher in a golden age in alegasia, they would strive to make the hard decisons that his people were reluctant to do.He also beleived the riders had chosen the proper route, by refusing to support either faction they had eliminated the possibilites of alienating themselves from their own race, whilest also not solidifying and fueling the humans hatred against the elves. This intelligence was another reason as to why he wanted to join the riders and hopes that he will eventually be chosen to recieve a dragons egg.
Roleplaying Sample:I didnt see that the post had to be of your in character so i just took a post from an old site ill fix it if its not ok though. Connor inhaled deeply and he continued to stare at through the scope of his Harpoon sniper rifle. He had been tipped off that a major illegal weapon hand off was to occur in an abandoned lot on the pressidum. He had been waiting her for over and hour now and had yet to see any type of illegal activity at all. He had posistioned himself at a building across the street from the lot and had been givin orders to kill if necessary but by the looks of things he would have have said that this had been a dead end. He had just decided to call it a night when he saw a shady looking Turian come up to the lot. He had to
Krogan body guards who were carrying large crates.. "Interesting" he muttered as he got into a more comfortable posistion and pressed his face into the lens of the scope. Soon after a group of Blue Suns mercs rolled up to the group. The mercs were purchasing illegal weaponry again, Connor snorted silently, he should have known. Then something else caught his eye, the Turian who had arrived earlier was a well known slaver within the Skyllian Verge. Instant emotion burst through Connors chest, he hated slavers. It was slavers that had taken over his home, it was slavers who killed his parents, he instantly began calculating Trajectory and wind resistance of his targets. He was no longer in control of himself, three loud bangs and the Turian and his Krogan body guards lay on the floor dead, The leader of the blue soons quickly whipped around look at the source of the shots and quickly located Connors hiding spot. They soon began running to his position, trying to get within acurate firing range, Connor smiled "Sorry fella's but im a little young to die. He picked off one, then the other. The third was smarter and dove into cover while his last shot richocated off. "Smart little bugger arn't ya." he muttered He quickly looked around trying to find away to silence the Merc. Notcing a bunch of building meterials hanging above the spot where the merc hid put a smile on his face. "This is what you get making deals with slavers." he whispered before shooting the wire that held the supplies, the fell right ontop of where the merc lay, a sicking crunch resounded and then all was silent. He began packing up his gear while he radio'd to Alliance headquarters, " Red dog this is Hell's angel do you copy?" the operator on the other end responded "We read you loud and clear Angel whats your status?" Connor closed the case that now held his rifle and began heading to the door. "I have 6 dead bodies, ones the Turian Slaver we've been looking for, I've planted a located becon on my posistion get C-Sec over here to clean things up." for a few seconds only static was heard. "Copy that Hells angel we have your posisiton and a clean up crew has been dispatched." Connor gave a quick thanks and started to jog back to base.
Age:88
Race:Elven
Occupation:Warrior Mage
Allegiance:Du Weldenvarden
Physical Description:Rumil has often been described as bulky, while almost all of this is muscle he is still not as lithe as one would expect an elf to be. Some would actually swear that is mother laid with a brawny human sailor to conceive Rumil. This however is all simply speculation as his a pure elven lineage as far as anyone can trace. To further increase his rather humanish looking appearance he has short cropped chocolaty brown hair kept close to his head, similar to how most humans males keep their hair cut. He has dark green eyes that shine with a spark of intelligence so bright one would hardly believe his young age. He is often seen wearing a brilliant emerald green robe over tanned leather armor. He is almost never seen without a long knotted oak staff that he had personally sung out of the woods himself while a broadsword is strapped to his back. He also carries several stilletos amongst the folds of his robes.
Personality:Rumil can be seen as a scholar in most aspects. His voice is a soothing baratone that had been known to even entrance his teachers at times. He is incredibly intillegent when it comes to thinking "outside of the box", In fact he has often been seen sitting in the library reading scrolls and books of countless wars in generals. He did not do this however read to absorb the wisdom of histories greatest warriors, but to point out flaws in their tactics and bring up strategys that would prove better. One of his major personality flaws is that he is a sucker for a pretty face. While this flaw isnt necessarily an imidiate danger it could prove disasterus if not checked by someone a bit more level headed. He is very kind and loyal to his people and is all around likeable guy.
History:Rumil was born to Gilraen and Olwë Tasartir, both of his parents were well known rangers within Du Weldenvarden and at his birth he was expected to follow in their footsteps. While he was still considered young....even by human standards he began his training to be a noble ranger. It was soon noticed however that try as he might he had no skill with the bow, and to top it off his unusally more brawny size made him unsuitible for the stealthly movements that were required of rangers. His parents were besides themselves. Rumil was expected to carry on their legacy, yet his archery skills were hardly considered good for a human archer let alone the skill of one of Du Weldenvardens archers. One thing he did possess however was a sharp mind, though he could not move as silent as a cat, he found ways to camouflage his movements in other ways. Not knowing what to do with their son, they decided to take him to Ilirea hoping to find use of his intelligence there he was tested as someone with a strong affinity with magic thus he was taken in to be a mage, this along with his increased bulk(allowing him to wear heavier armor) made him a perfect to become a warrior mage. Whilest he was not the best student when it came to memorizing facts and inscriptions he was creative and very eager to learn. By the time he was ready to graduate from his schooling he had already found several holes in tested battle tactics. He had yet to hit his 90th birthday and having spent most of his life learning yet he was already hearing whispers of things other people beleived he would acomplish in his young life. He also did not agree with the queen refusing to let the humans join the Dragon Riders, whilest harboring desires to join the elite core himself....despite the current situation the riders had put themselves with their no war policy. He had viewed the humans whilest in Ilirea and saw something that he profoundly like amongst the race. Despite their very short life they acomplished much to better their race. They were ambitious, always seeking more knowledge and always seeking to better their social standing. Whilest some people saw this ambition to be a hinderence on the species as a whole, Rumil beleived that if the humans were made riders their ambition would help usher in a golden age in alegasia, they would strive to make the hard decisons that his people were reluctant to do.He also beleived the riders had chosen the proper route, by refusing to support either faction they had eliminated the possibilites of alienating themselves from their own race, whilest also not solidifying and fueling the humans hatred against the elves. This intelligence was another reason as to why he wanted to join the riders and hopes that he will eventually be chosen to recieve a dragons egg.
Roleplaying Sample:I didnt see that the post had to be of your in character so i just took a post from an old site ill fix it if its not ok though. Connor inhaled deeply and he continued to stare at through the scope of his Harpoon sniper rifle. He had been tipped off that a major illegal weapon hand off was to occur in an abandoned lot on the pressidum. He had been waiting her for over and hour now and had yet to see any type of illegal activity at all. He had posistioned himself at a building across the street from the lot and had been givin orders to kill if necessary but by the looks of things he would have have said that this had been a dead end. He had just decided to call it a night when he saw a shady looking Turian come up to the lot. He had to
Krogan body guards who were carrying large crates.. "Interesting" he muttered as he got into a more comfortable posistion and pressed his face into the lens of the scope. Soon after a group of Blue Suns mercs rolled up to the group. The mercs were purchasing illegal weaponry again, Connor snorted silently, he should have known. Then something else caught his eye, the Turian who had arrived earlier was a well known slaver within the Skyllian Verge. Instant emotion burst through Connors chest, he hated slavers. It was slavers that had taken over his home, it was slavers who killed his parents, he instantly began calculating Trajectory and wind resistance of his targets. He was no longer in control of himself, three loud bangs and the Turian and his Krogan body guards lay on the floor dead, The leader of the blue soons quickly whipped around look at the source of the shots and quickly located Connors hiding spot. They soon began running to his position, trying to get within acurate firing range, Connor smiled "Sorry fella's but im a little young to die. He picked off one, then the other. The third was smarter and dove into cover while his last shot richocated off. "Smart little bugger arn't ya." he muttered He quickly looked around trying to find away to silence the Merc. Notcing a bunch of building meterials hanging above the spot where the merc hid put a smile on his face. "This is what you get making deals with slavers." he whispered before shooting the wire that held the supplies, the fell right ontop of where the merc lay, a sicking crunch resounded and then all was silent. He began packing up his gear while he radio'd to Alliance headquarters, " Red dog this is Hell's angel do you copy?" the operator on the other end responded "We read you loud and clear Angel whats your status?" Connor closed the case that now held his rifle and began heading to the door. "I have 6 dead bodies, ones the Turian Slaver we've been looking for, I've planted a located becon on my posistion get C-Sec over here to clean things up." for a few seconds only static was heard. "Copy that Hells angel we have your posisiton and a clean up crew has been dispatched." Connor gave a quick thanks and started to jog back to base.
