Post by nightstalker on Mar 12, 2011 3:13:53 GMT -5
Name: Liran Kazama
Age: 267
Race: Elf
Occupation: Ranger
Allegiance: Du Weldenvarden.
Physical Description:
Liran is tall with dirty blond hair; his hair is tousled and messy; as well as being hard to comb. His normal hair style is just evenly patted down, when it is cut short he evens it becomes more tame and gets combed into a duck tail. He has dark green eyes that radiate a sense of life and of zeal. His eyes show a free-spirited kid that is ready to explore the world.
His face is fair and his nose is pointedly small. His ears are pointed, as is the make of all elves. His brows are an even blond tone, arching slightly over his eyes. His chin is more pointed and slender, giving him a handsome look. Standing tall he has a runner’s muscular stature, sporting a very toned and powerful build. He prefers stealthy ways of killing, wearing soft-padded leather shoes. His shirt is a dark brown, he wears black pants, and a green, brown, and grey mottled cloak backed by a deep hood that hides his face within its shadow. He wears that when he is out on patrol. He wears a black cloak, wearing a white long-sleeved undershirt, and his black pants during social events, and in order to fit in when he is tracking a criminal inside a town.
His normal day to day wear is embroidered in a gold design spanning the length of his cloak. An emblem is on the back of his black cloak of a falcon with a dead serpent in its claws. The emblem of the rangers suits to show punishment, the falcon is a powerful bird of prey and therefore shows the skill, speed, and might with which they exact their punishment upon law breakers. Liran’s normal ranger attire blends in better with the surroundings, the mottled cloak serves the same and looks the same as camouflage.
Personality:
Liran is of a gentle nature, he cares for the town he works for. Friends are very important to him, he more than anything loves being with friends. He is very impatient and often hard headed. He chooses his own council above the council of others that would obviously know more about things in life than him. His foolishness sometimes gets himself into trouble, however he is wise half of the time while his stubbornness also incorporates itself within the will to fight, the will to preserver.
Liran is hard to work with, a strong will supports his actions, mind over matter is one of the things that he believes in. Physical stamina is big for him, he did much strength training to build endurance. He loves nature, loves spending his time looking at two things: women and nature. Liran has a powerful conviction toward being a gentlemen, including not talking about guy things around women, treating them with respect when it is deserved. He hates big cities, he loves the great outdoors, the masculinity of camping out under the stars. After working hard he loves enjoying rest. He is too much of a free spirit to settle down and marry, his job probably would barely allow it.
History:
Liran grew up in poverty, his mother made handmaid outfits, his father was a blacksmith. They both were hard working teaching Liran in the way he should grow. They were a main guide in his life, always there to reprimand when needed, and always there to nurture him when he was hurt. His parents were a major force within his life, and to this day still are. During his first years he was always getting into trouble, he had a strong will against his will that needed breaking. Finally his parents got him to break; they worked on him since he was a very small child and he was finally raised up right. His family was supportive, the first of his generation to go off to Ilirea, it was always a common discussion among his parents and relatives what he wanted to be, often times he would say, “I would like to become a black smith like my father!” His father was always proud of him, establishing within Liran that in order to succeed within the world, hard work and effort was desperately needed.
Liran was taught that work was a necessity; no matter what he would do hard work was required to succeed within the world. These teachings are what had caused him to succeed within the schools of Ilirea. Once he was 25 he set off to Ilirea and spent the good portion of his life there. He learned the trade of blacksmithing, on top of learning magical arts, he learned battle skills, and archery.
Liran’s first session in blacksmithing an actual sword produced ill results, he was impatient with the metal and didn’t work it enough to cause it to get to the correct temperature. When he poured the metal it cooled too quickly and he had a nasty looking by-product. Still he persisted until he was able to control himself to get the perfect temperature. The sword came out as good as any beginner to metal working would have been able to do.
He caught up with the battle master and took lessons in sword fighting, there he was defeated quite a bit. The drills were hard for him, the battle master’s training was meant to prepare the youths for days in the military, it wouldn’t have been a stretch to say that it was just as hard as the actual military training. Neither would it be as much as a stretch to say it was harder than military training. Liran went there to produce more physical stamina, and mental stamina as well, the ability to forgo physical pain for the determination of mind is what he needed to achieve. Through the training he was put through he was able to achieve just that.
Magic was a big part of blacksmithing, weaving spells into the fabric of a metal is what vendors wanted. The spells would increase the durability of the metal, increasing the lifetime of its use. Some spells acted as wards as well, for instance he could place a charm upon the metal he was working on and the magic of the user would obey the charm and create a physical wall of magical energy to block or bounce the attack off. This would often be used if would even need to craft armor for anyone as well as for crafting swords. As Liran studied the ancient language he began to love weaving spells, in turn he studied magic as an art and as a tool. He found great reserves of power he had, his father in turn sent him his grandfather’s ring. Liran had always heard about his grandfather, being a rider he had left his family to die but left them this ring to sell. The beautiful gold resounded with magical incantations that Liran could not begin to fathom, the diamond centerpiece was ornate but held a great store of magic. He replied to his father saying thanks, but in his heart he wanted nothing from that man who left his family to starve for some mysterious order that no one even liked. He personally didn’t know his grandfather, but hard times fell upon his dad’s family after he left for the order. That left Liran’s father in the state that Liran’s mother had found him in. There they built a life together and had children and a happy family. Word reached their ears that the old man was killed in battle against a demon. All Liran could think at that time was that it served him right.
Liran none the less used the ring, studying its intricacies, and the incantations that were weaved into such a small piece of metal. The stores of magic within the ring were deep indeed, his grandfather had obviously been pouring magic into the ring for a long time. He convinced himself that it was only for use during battle, and every night before he went to sleep he would pour magic into the already powerful stores. The gem was precious indeed, the value of a gem could most defiantly be measured by the amount of magic it could capacitate.
Liran went on to study archery, he had always had an interest in the ways of archers. There were archers in this class, and there were marksmen. The difference was: archers practiced until they got the shot right, marksmen practiced until they didn’t get it wrong. Liran admired the determination placed into the sport, and decided to train to become a marksmen. With about 20 years of training he was finally close enough to the level of a true marksmen, his master pulled him aside one day after a group session. There met by a strange man Liran was given the choice to have more than the average marksmen could get from their training, something special was seen within Liran that the hooded man liked. He gave Liran a choice, to either join the hooded man, or not to. Liran, curious of what the rangers were decided to join the person claiming to be the main representative.
Liran had always heard of the mystery that was the rangers, most warded away from them, calling them dangerous people. Some had said that they practiced black magic, which from their ability to move nearly unseen in the forest, and even in the city if they so pleased, it was no wonder why they were held as demons. As he followed the man into the brush of a forest he lost him after the first couple of minutes. The camp was not to far from Ilirea, but his life of a blacksmith had officially been renounced. He soon realized that the multi colored pattern on their cloak was not a fancy design, true to just their group. It actually helped them blend in with the surrounding forest.
Liran learned many things whilst under the training of the Rangers, one particular ranger took a liking to him, his master Eloreno. Taught him everything that he had ever known about being a ranger, magical incantations that helped him blend in. Even incantations that bended light around the form of the body to cause invisibility, spells that drew animals to your immediate area to create the effect that there was no one there, and ways of communicating with each other.
Archery was a big part of his training, spell casting was as well, he learned to fight with twin sabers made from a special way of tempering. The forming process was a bit different than what Liran was used to, as the metal was being purified spells were woven over the mesh, then more incantations were placed into the sabers, the main theme was strengthening the metal without making it heavy. They focused on making sure that it cut through the air fast, incantations that dampened the noise when the sword was pulled from its sheathe. Instead of loading as much metal as they could, and compressing it to fit more into the mold, they used a normal amount and used powerful incantations that Liran had never heard of. Forms only known to those that belong to the Rangers.
During that time Liran was forced to learn how to walk silently and unseen without the aid of magic, they taught that there would be times when Liran would have to conserve magic and spells would be of no help in that case. He would have to learn to move unseen and unheard without the aid of magic, although their incantations could bend light around them, they still were present as a physical presence. They would still make noise, their weight would still crack leaves and branches, and their movements could still disturb the brush. Not to mention the enormous strain it put upon the body to keep the spell woven for being invisible.
Liran learned how to use the twin sabers, he practiced drills with them using them to channel magic as well for casting spells during fights. The cross braced block always came in handy, as the swords were lightweight and durable. Normal swords could barely stand up to the strength of the sabers that he used. The rangers taught tracking, using the signs left by the forest to guide him to his prey. He studied tactics, during maritime the higher ranked Rangers acted as tacticians, others acted as spies. One of the hardest things about being a Ranger for Liran: was the patience, being a spy regarded camping out and waiting. Getting comfortable in one spot was hardest for him. Nonetheless he disciplined himself to get good enough to pass, but only just. Military tactics took a toll on his mind, games were played commanding pieces on a board to practice tactics. Flanking was a key maneuver, sandwiching the enemy between both your force and your enemies force was always a great strategy, Eloreno would always use “catching them between the hammer and the anvil.”
Liran became a prized member of the order, until finally the day he turned 80 came and he was ready to leave Ilirea. He would never forget the friendships he forged with his master, Eloreno nor the friendships with fellow Rangers. A ceremony was held in his, and the other graduated trainees’ honor. There his father and mother greeted him with open arms and confessed how proud they were of him. From that point on Liran’s life would again change.
Several months after his return home, Liran was informed that he was to be assigned to Osilon. There he was assigned to many duties, from looking into petty theft among the villagers, to killing wild beasts, riding the town of a growing urgal threat along with other Rangers, to going into other areas tracking down criminals. Slowly after many years passed, Liran was placed in charge of the Ranger organization. He then would be doing even greater assignments, searching out members of the impossibly big hive, putting himself in danger, and working with the hated riders to keep the peace in Du Weldenvarden. Now this is where he presides, over the city and parts of Ellesmera.
Roleplaying Sample:
’Finally, I get out of the Burning Legion, but at what cost? I left all my friends there, and traveling alone has been quite lonely, at least I have Nyla.’ Katon traveled along the path with his 5.6 foot long dragon. The dragon’s name was Nyla; she was a beautiful blue, with intense yellow eyes, a spiked tail, and spine spikes that ran the length of her body starting from her shoulders to her tail. Katon had become accustomed to the dragon and really liked her as she did him. Nyla was a great companion to Katon and has been for a long time. It was a bit of a hassle getting the people on the boat to let Nyla stay. Over the months that Katon had been with Nyla she seemed to be able to understand him more and more.
Katon looked at the map that he had drawn a route in order to make a fast trip to the Fire Nation Refuge. The line was accented by a red line up to a certain point, representing where he had been. Katon looked over to Nyla and said ”Next stop: Omashu!” Katon scrutinized Nyla as she looked up at Katon inquisitively, ”of course, I don’t think that they would want an oversized lizard crawling through, their streets. It might be better if you stay at the camp. ” Nyla made a gesture that seemed to say of course and if anyone comes I am to take off, I know… Katon smiled at her and rubbed her neck which she quite liked.
Later on that day Katon set up camp near Omash; if there was any way he could get someone to allow a dragon to stay in the city Katon would take it. The camp was under a large tree, far away from any game trails, and farther away from any traveling trail. Katon read the signs of the terrain around it and judged that there was no sign of hunters that had come in the area recently or for a while. ’But of course, the one time that a dragon is in the area is when hunters will come around.’ Katon instructed Nyla to stay in the camp and remain unseen. ”I will try to get a place that you can stay, but in any case just remember if you are discovered you are to take to the sky. I will be back at dusk to bring you food. You are only to hunt when I am with you.” Nyla looked like she rolled her eyes and if she could talk would have said, I know, we’ve been through this a thousand times just go. I’ll be fine. With that Katon set off to find the road.
The city was crowded with street vendors and the occasional cabbage man. Katon laughed when several kids at play happened to run into his carefully constructed stand. Katon hated being caught in the throng and so as soon as he could he got into an alley way. He climbed up the sides of a building and took to the roofs. He marveled at Omashu’s intricate carrying system and how complexly simple it was to those that worked it. Each person that worked just had one specific job and if they even knew the whole system that he/she worked they would be mind boggled. Katon noticed something, there was a man trying to be sneaky sliding obtrusively through the crowd. Katon laughed to himself ’if you are trying to be sneaky, you go with the crowd, going against the flow makes you stick out.’ Katon followed the rooftops and watched the man go down into a long alley. Katon followed silently down the alley while not peering over the edge of the buildings he was on, relying on the sound of the man’s footsteps and his loud breathing to follow him. Katon herd the man’s breathing quicken and his footsteps start sliding slowly. Then he heard another man’s voice say, ” Hello there…you seem lost…you looking for something?” Katon peered over the edge of a building that had a good overlook onto the alleyway. Katon saw another man that had slid in silently. The man looked a bit dangerous; he was trembling a little with his hand resting on his ninjato. Katon felt that this might get a little ugly. Katon pulled sword out of its sheath slowly making no noise until the end, when the excitement of battle rushed him, he cursed the noise and poured heat into the sword causing it to glow orange. Katon jumped over the edge his sword emitting a startling crack as it incinerated the air molecules. Katon landed in the alley way between both men. He was crouched with his head facing down and his back to the man he was originally following and he said in a deep calm voice saying, ”There is no need for a confrontation here, but if it comes down to it you will have to fight me.” Katon said as he stood up his sword glowing bright orange. He cursed that he left his satchel back at camp with his gauntlets, darts, and arm-cannon. Katon stood composed staring the man straight in the eye.
