Post by karokoski on Apr 22, 2011 0:55:33 GMT -5
Name: Hinkoa Ferel
Age: 17
Race: Human
Occupation: Blacksmith looking for work. (Basic Combat Training)
Allegiance: Undecided... He has very little experience outside of the smithy. His personal alignment would be Good.
Physical Description: He is an average sized teenager with brown hair, green eyes, and a moderately muscular body from Blacksmith work his entire life. He's about 5'11" and weights 212lbs. He's usually wearing simple clothing. Mostly linen and cotton.
Personality: By far his best quality. He may not be the strongest man, but he's strong at heart. He is a Blacksmith by trade but it is not his only passion. He is passionate about everything he does. He has the potential to do great things if only given the chance... he is a True Hero at heart if nowhere else.
History:
Hinkoa's parents where killed when he was four years old. Killed in an accident while he was being watched by a nanny. They where caught in a fire of which the cause was never found. He was taken in by his grandfather. An old Blacksmith who was considered the best in the area. His grandfather trained him in the ways of forging metal into tools. Tools of both peace and war. It took a while, but the boy became happy living with his grandfather. He grew from a small boy into a fine young man. His skills becoming impressive to say the least. He lives today in the smithy... though, today everything will change.
Roleplaying Sample:
The morning light shined down through the crack between the burlap curtains. The ray of light resting over his right eye as he shifted under it. He slowly woke from his shallow slumber and squinted to protect his deep green eyes from the morning blaze. It was mid-morning on a fine spring day. He sat up and rubbed his freshly shaved face. He turned in his bed made of wood with a poorly tailored straw mattress. Placing his bare feet on the ground. He stretched his toned muscles and scratched the back of his head. His stiff knees gave to his will as he stood. Walking over to the wall where his neatly folded clothes lay on the floor. A pair of brown linen britches and a white cotton shirt. He also had a pair of leather chaps to protect his pants from the heat and debris of the forge. He dressed himself and straightened his brown hair, which was a mess. He walked out of his room and into the a living room of sorts. His Grandfather, Hinkiro Ferel, had made his plate and layed it down on the table for Hinkoa to eat when he awoke. Hinkiro was the main inspiration for Hinkoa's own name. He was a grey-headed man with strong, but worn features. He was at the fire heating water to clean with. Hinkoa walked to the table and looked down at his plate. It consisted of a lump of bread, some freshly made cheese, and salted pork. He sat down and began to eat his breakfast in silence.
It was Hinkiro who broke the silence by saying "I need you to deliver the bolts I forged to Mr. Kaliway at the over by your Aunt's house. He's the man with the large contraptions in his fields. He's building a smaller version of some new war machine. He paid in advance so you wont be handling any money." he said. The smithy was on the edge of town. It was rather inconvenient to those who wish to have anything made who are on the other side.
Hinkoa nodded. "Yes sir." he said. It wasn't unusual for him to make deliveries to those who can't come and pick the goods up themselves.
Hinkiro took the water off the fire and pored it into a pale. "You've come a long way, Hinkoa. It's about time that you left to make your own story." he said. Not sounding ugly about it.
Hinkoa looked to him. "But I like it here. Perhaps I was thinking that perhaps I could continue working for you." he said.
Hinkiro shook his head. "I'm not going to take care of you forever. You have to plant you own two feet and start moving forward." he said. Glancing up at his grandson, and then looking back to what he was doing.
Hinkoa sat silently thinking about the future. "Where should I go if not here?" he asked. He knew little of the world.
Hinkiro shrugged. "That would have to be your decision. I would suggest Teirm. It isn't as popular of a place for a Blacksmith but they are in just as high of demand. There are goods going in and out of there that need tempering and altering. Perhaps you can find work there." he said. Hinkiro has been around a time or two in his youth.
Hinkoa nodded. "Yes sir." he said. His mind racing on the possibilities.
After eating, he carried the crate of small bolts to it's destination, cutting through the woods. He was on his way back when he heard a scream. Followed by a loud commotion. He quickened his pace and hurried home. What he found would change him forever. Dead bodies where strolled all over and left to rot. He looked around briefly. Disgusted and frightened. He ran to the smithy and opened the door slowly. Hinkiro laid on the floor. His chest had been slashed open and his throat cut... his body slowly cooling into a silent death. Hinkoa's heart skipped a beat... a deep feeling of fear and sorrow weighing down his chest. He hurried over to his Grandfather and knelt down... only to hear a crash in the next room. Two Urgals where searching for loot in Hinkiro's room. Rage filled Hinkoa's soul as his hand found a smithing hammer. He quietly walked towards the door. He charged in with a fierce cry and swung his hammer. Delivering a devastating blow to the first urgal's head. Killing the grunt instantly. The second dropped what was in his hands and went for his weapon. Only to be interrupted by an upward bash to the jaw. Disorienting him and leaving him on his back, barely conscious. Hinkoa jumped forwards and brought his hammer down onto the creature's skull. Crushing it. He It's blood spilling over the wall and floor. He stood there breathing hard. He turned and looked back to his Grandfather through the open door. He closed his eyes as tears threatened to fall... but they where cut off by a commotion in the distance. There was still more. He jerked into alertness and grabbed a leather pack. A pained frown on his face, he gathered food and supplies for a long trip. He knew he had to get out of here or he was done for... He stopped and glanced again at his Grandfather... there was no time to bury him. He could only hope that a proper burial will eventually be preformed. He picked up his hammer and headed towards the door. He stopped in hesitation... and walked out. Leaving his life in his Grandfather's smithy forever.
"Rest in peace, Grandfather... I beg this of you." he said before starting north. And so, his story began.
((OOC: Not sure where he is but I don't fancy myself an expert on the Inheritance Cycle.))
Age: 17
Race: Human
Occupation: Blacksmith looking for work. (Basic Combat Training)
Allegiance: Undecided... He has very little experience outside of the smithy. His personal alignment would be Good.
Physical Description: He is an average sized teenager with brown hair, green eyes, and a moderately muscular body from Blacksmith work his entire life. He's about 5'11" and weights 212lbs. He's usually wearing simple clothing. Mostly linen and cotton.
Personality: By far his best quality. He may not be the strongest man, but he's strong at heart. He is a Blacksmith by trade but it is not his only passion. He is passionate about everything he does. He has the potential to do great things if only given the chance... he is a True Hero at heart if nowhere else.
History:
Hinkoa's parents where killed when he was four years old. Killed in an accident while he was being watched by a nanny. They where caught in a fire of which the cause was never found. He was taken in by his grandfather. An old Blacksmith who was considered the best in the area. His grandfather trained him in the ways of forging metal into tools. Tools of both peace and war. It took a while, but the boy became happy living with his grandfather. He grew from a small boy into a fine young man. His skills becoming impressive to say the least. He lives today in the smithy... though, today everything will change.
Roleplaying Sample:
The morning light shined down through the crack between the burlap curtains. The ray of light resting over his right eye as he shifted under it. He slowly woke from his shallow slumber and squinted to protect his deep green eyes from the morning blaze. It was mid-morning on a fine spring day. He sat up and rubbed his freshly shaved face. He turned in his bed made of wood with a poorly tailored straw mattress. Placing his bare feet on the ground. He stretched his toned muscles and scratched the back of his head. His stiff knees gave to his will as he stood. Walking over to the wall where his neatly folded clothes lay on the floor. A pair of brown linen britches and a white cotton shirt. He also had a pair of leather chaps to protect his pants from the heat and debris of the forge. He dressed himself and straightened his brown hair, which was a mess. He walked out of his room and into the a living room of sorts. His Grandfather, Hinkiro Ferel, had made his plate and layed it down on the table for Hinkoa to eat when he awoke. Hinkiro was the main inspiration for Hinkoa's own name. He was a grey-headed man with strong, but worn features. He was at the fire heating water to clean with. Hinkoa walked to the table and looked down at his plate. It consisted of a lump of bread, some freshly made cheese, and salted pork. He sat down and began to eat his breakfast in silence.
It was Hinkiro who broke the silence by saying "I need you to deliver the bolts I forged to Mr. Kaliway at the over by your Aunt's house. He's the man with the large contraptions in his fields. He's building a smaller version of some new war machine. He paid in advance so you wont be handling any money." he said. The smithy was on the edge of town. It was rather inconvenient to those who wish to have anything made who are on the other side.
Hinkoa nodded. "Yes sir." he said. It wasn't unusual for him to make deliveries to those who can't come and pick the goods up themselves.
Hinkiro took the water off the fire and pored it into a pale. "You've come a long way, Hinkoa. It's about time that you left to make your own story." he said. Not sounding ugly about it.
Hinkoa looked to him. "But I like it here. Perhaps I was thinking that perhaps I could continue working for you." he said.
Hinkiro shook his head. "I'm not going to take care of you forever. You have to plant you own two feet and start moving forward." he said. Glancing up at his grandson, and then looking back to what he was doing.
Hinkoa sat silently thinking about the future. "Where should I go if not here?" he asked. He knew little of the world.
Hinkiro shrugged. "That would have to be your decision. I would suggest Teirm. It isn't as popular of a place for a Blacksmith but they are in just as high of demand. There are goods going in and out of there that need tempering and altering. Perhaps you can find work there." he said. Hinkiro has been around a time or two in his youth.
Hinkoa nodded. "Yes sir." he said. His mind racing on the possibilities.
After eating, he carried the crate of small bolts to it's destination, cutting through the woods. He was on his way back when he heard a scream. Followed by a loud commotion. He quickened his pace and hurried home. What he found would change him forever. Dead bodies where strolled all over and left to rot. He looked around briefly. Disgusted and frightened. He ran to the smithy and opened the door slowly. Hinkiro laid on the floor. His chest had been slashed open and his throat cut... his body slowly cooling into a silent death. Hinkoa's heart skipped a beat... a deep feeling of fear and sorrow weighing down his chest. He hurried over to his Grandfather and knelt down... only to hear a crash in the next room. Two Urgals where searching for loot in Hinkiro's room. Rage filled Hinkoa's soul as his hand found a smithing hammer. He quietly walked towards the door. He charged in with a fierce cry and swung his hammer. Delivering a devastating blow to the first urgal's head. Killing the grunt instantly. The second dropped what was in his hands and went for his weapon. Only to be interrupted by an upward bash to the jaw. Disorienting him and leaving him on his back, barely conscious. Hinkoa jumped forwards and brought his hammer down onto the creature's skull. Crushing it. He It's blood spilling over the wall and floor. He stood there breathing hard. He turned and looked back to his Grandfather through the open door. He closed his eyes as tears threatened to fall... but they where cut off by a commotion in the distance. There was still more. He jerked into alertness and grabbed a leather pack. A pained frown on his face, he gathered food and supplies for a long trip. He knew he had to get out of here or he was done for... He stopped and glanced again at his Grandfather... there was no time to bury him. He could only hope that a proper burial will eventually be preformed. He picked up his hammer and headed towards the door. He stopped in hesitation... and walked out. Leaving his life in his Grandfather's smithy forever.
"Rest in peace, Grandfather... I beg this of you." he said before starting north. And so, his story began.
((OOC: Not sure where he is but I don't fancy myself an expert on the Inheritance Cycle.))
