Post by ryan on Jun 21, 2011 13:22:22 GMT -5
Name:Elladan Vardamir
Age:312
Race:Elf
Occupation:Count of Kirtan
Allegiance:Du Weldenvarden
Physical Description:Elladan's appearance matches that of his city of Kirtan, a barricaded fortress, but still contained. Very few have seen the man wandering about without any type of armour on, even before he was a count, he still protected himself. The Game forced him too. Kirtan's armour was made from the finest elven blacksmith he could find at the time, and has never had to replace it since. The silver plated armour fits his tall, toned physique perfectly. His helmet covers everything but his light blue eyes, it covers his long black hair, and perfect fair skin.
At a towering six feet and six inches, Elladan is not one who is able to blend in with normal society. The only physical problem that can be seen on Elladan is a scar on his left hand, but none except him have ever seen it. Everything else about Elladan resembles the typical elf, the pointed ears, the slanted eyes, and almost perfect physique.
Personality:The hatred for his brethren can be blatantly seen when it comes to Elladan. He was there during the blue divide, he experienced the betrayal. He was there when his brothers had abandoned him, and it makes him despise his race. Although he does cooperate with them, he despises them. He holds no respect for royalty, even less for the general of the army.
Just by speaking with Elladan one can sense the pure seriousness of the elf. He has not a sense of humor, and lacks sarcasm. He does not hold a playful spirit. The only important thing to Elladan is getting the job done, then he is pleased. He never shows excitement or joy, the only emotions his people have seen from him are anger, or a feeling of contentment. He does, however, hold a great respect, and care for his people in Kirtan. Most of them were there during the war, and fought along side him, he respected everyone of them.
History:Elladan was born to two of the most well-respected soldiers in the city of Kirtan. The two were unmatched when it came to swordsmanship, or magic. His mother and father were faithfully mates for quiet some time, and finally were able to create a child. When Elladan there were high hopes for him, another great combatant. One who could master both magic, and swordplay. One who could change tides of war, one who was able to defend himself, along with his fellow elves.
At the age of 25, Elladan was shipped to the town of Ilirea. There he was to recieve training from the riders. He would really learn how to become a true soldier. While training under the riders, Elladan learned as much as he could. He was fascinated by the dragons. The energy he could feel from them was outstanding, so he tried to stay as close as he could to any of them. While the riders themselves were incredibly powerful as well. The fifty years he spent in Ilirea he recieved the best training he could have.
Elladan spent the next few decades training. He grew more powerful with each and every year. Spending countless hours training with various elves throughout the city. He had become a prodigy when it came to dueling. Once he spend a good amount of time training, no one else at his age could beat him in a duel. He always seemed to be a little bit faster, a little bit stronger, but in reality he was able to just predict his opponents next move. He had a natural ability for this.
Elladan had been a very cheerful child though, he loved learning. He always had an obsession for learning new feats everyday. If he was not out training, he was working with magic, or out with nature. He had spent much time learning how to feel the life around him, how to interact with nature. Become one with the trees, and animals. The child did however enjoy another aspect of the the elven culture, the politics. The idea of the Grand Game, as barbaric as it seemed did make sense. Survival of the fittest, the best prevail. None of that bloodline royalty, it all had to do with competition.
As he continued to train, he began to wonder when it would all be put to the test. Not that he wanted to fight, but he wanted to see if he would be as good as he expected. He soon got his wish, the Blue Divide had started. A war between the humans and elves had begun, Elladan finally was going to be apart of this war. Kirtan was the one city guarding itself, it had been on the front line for any war, and it was there to protect the rest of the forest. They were the first to battle.
Alongside his mother, and his father, who were still mates, he drew up his sword. He spent years fighting alongside them. Proving himself, he was a grand warrior. He very easily could hold his own. But, the numbers against them were incredible. Elves had died on his left and right, there was nothing he could do but fight on, and wait for the reinforcements that never came. The city of Kirtan was abandoned by their brethren, they were left to fight on their own. As the war raged on for a decade Kirtan began to wither away.
Both his mother and father had died in the war, leaving Elladan to himself. He, and the city of Kirtan had prevailed throughout the war. But the count had died during battle. It was obvious who was going to step up, the Count's son. Elladan on the other hand had different views. The Game had a way of presenting itself in treacherous times. Elladan not being one to poison or manipulate challenged the count's son. The two would duel for the position. The son reluctantly accepted, if he would refuse then he would be viewed as a coward.
The two had battled for hours on end. Each wanting the position of count, but the son did not stand a chance. Elladan respected the man, let him live for a few hours, then he bested the man. He did not kill him, he simply placed his sword upon the man's neck, but respected his life. There had already been to much spilled blood, he did not want to lose another citizen of Kirtan. But after the duel, Elladan stepped up into the role as count. He still remembers the betrayal from his fellow elves, and still holds that grudge.
Roleplaying Sample:"Dare to try a game, my kind sir?" Samuel stepped out from an alleyway, stepping to a much larger man then he was. A perfect catch. Too arrogant enough to realize his fat-ass needs new clothes, but walks with so much pride that he would never turn up a challenge.The larger man turned toward Samuel with a questionable look. He stopped, turned toward the teen, and took three large strides toward the alley. Samuel had caught him. As the man entered the alley Samuel took three steps back and lead the man a few more strides down, no one was around now.
"They are called dice, you roll them, and numbers appear. Samuel joked sarcastically.
"Don't try to downgrade me you pathetic little twerp. I know what they are. What are the stakes," the man spat.
"That sack of coins you have there, for my life long servitude." The offer had been extended, and the sweat began to appear on Samuel's face. He had practiced this hundreds of times, he was never one to go into a fair fight, but even now, hearing that he had offered up his entire life for a measly sack of coins showed how desperate he was. When your desperate, you can make mistakes. That's what he was afraid of. He knew he could easily win the game, but there was still a small bit left up to chance, how keen of an eye did this man hold.
"Simple enough, you roll first, then I roll. The one who rolled higher wins." Samuel extended his hand toward the man, two normal dice. The man quickly snatched them up, weighed them in his hands a little bit, then quickly began to shake them. He let them drop down to the hard surface, watching as they continued to roll. Two fives.
"Ha! Seems to me that i'll soon have a slave." Samuel just shot a look at the man. It was time to make the switch, he turned his back toward the man to lean down and pick up the two dice. As he did he reached inside of his sleeve, withdrawing two different dice, and as he picked up the two that had been rolled, he let them slide down his sleeve. The sweat continued to drip down his forehead. As he snapped back up he shot the man one more look, he clearly had not noticed the switch. A quiet sigh of relief came from Samuel. He began to shake the dice around a few times then he let them fly, as they collided with the ground they rolled to two sixes. A shout came from the man. "Cheat! That's impossible!" He began to storm off.
"My money, sir," Samuel extended his hand out and snatched at the man's shoulder, who threw a backhand around. Sam was able to duck under it right in time, and in turn drew a dagger. The man lunged forward, but Samuel stuck him right in his gut. He wheeled back in pain, slowly dropping to his knees, then his face collided with the pavement. Shaking, Samuel ran up to the body, the hot blood began to cover his clothes as he searched the body for as much as he could. A few gems, a sack of coins, and a very well-crafted sword. He slung the items in various pouches throughout his deer-skin clothes, and turned to run away. As soon as he stepped out of the alley he looked left, then right. No one seemed suspicious of anything. As he turned to start hiding in with the crowd he heard a scream, then as he snapped his head back in front of him, he collided with someone.
"Oh, forgive me, I did not mean to run you over." The man said as he kicked an apple away. As Samuel's bottom collided with the ground the sack of coins fell out of his clothes and hit the ground. He frantically recovered them, standing up as tall as he could.
"O- oh... N-n-no big deal, sir. I apologize," Samuel knew his place in this town. He was no noblemen. He could get smacked around, treated like dirt as much as anyone wanted. He came here as a last option, his last chance to try and earn some money and finally eat some decent food. Look where it had gotten him. Standing in front of a noblemen, after just murdering one. His head was spinning, he could not believe what he had just done. His stomach turned, and Samuel tried his hardest to hold it in. He was able to keep back the vomit, but his face had turned green.
Age:312
Race:Elf
Occupation:Count of Kirtan
Allegiance:Du Weldenvarden
Physical Description:Elladan's appearance matches that of his city of Kirtan, a barricaded fortress, but still contained. Very few have seen the man wandering about without any type of armour on, even before he was a count, he still protected himself. The Game forced him too. Kirtan's armour was made from the finest elven blacksmith he could find at the time, and has never had to replace it since. The silver plated armour fits his tall, toned physique perfectly. His helmet covers everything but his light blue eyes, it covers his long black hair, and perfect fair skin.
At a towering six feet and six inches, Elladan is not one who is able to blend in with normal society. The only physical problem that can be seen on Elladan is a scar on his left hand, but none except him have ever seen it. Everything else about Elladan resembles the typical elf, the pointed ears, the slanted eyes, and almost perfect physique.
Personality:The hatred for his brethren can be blatantly seen when it comes to Elladan. He was there during the blue divide, he experienced the betrayal. He was there when his brothers had abandoned him, and it makes him despise his race. Although he does cooperate with them, he despises them. He holds no respect for royalty, even less for the general of the army.
Just by speaking with Elladan one can sense the pure seriousness of the elf. He has not a sense of humor, and lacks sarcasm. He does not hold a playful spirit. The only important thing to Elladan is getting the job done, then he is pleased. He never shows excitement or joy, the only emotions his people have seen from him are anger, or a feeling of contentment. He does, however, hold a great respect, and care for his people in Kirtan. Most of them were there during the war, and fought along side him, he respected everyone of them.
History:Elladan was born to two of the most well-respected soldiers in the city of Kirtan. The two were unmatched when it came to swordsmanship, or magic. His mother and father were faithfully mates for quiet some time, and finally were able to create a child. When Elladan there were high hopes for him, another great combatant. One who could master both magic, and swordplay. One who could change tides of war, one who was able to defend himself, along with his fellow elves.
At the age of 25, Elladan was shipped to the town of Ilirea. There he was to recieve training from the riders. He would really learn how to become a true soldier. While training under the riders, Elladan learned as much as he could. He was fascinated by the dragons. The energy he could feel from them was outstanding, so he tried to stay as close as he could to any of them. While the riders themselves were incredibly powerful as well. The fifty years he spent in Ilirea he recieved the best training he could have.
Elladan spent the next few decades training. He grew more powerful with each and every year. Spending countless hours training with various elves throughout the city. He had become a prodigy when it came to dueling. Once he spend a good amount of time training, no one else at his age could beat him in a duel. He always seemed to be a little bit faster, a little bit stronger, but in reality he was able to just predict his opponents next move. He had a natural ability for this.
Elladan had been a very cheerful child though, he loved learning. He always had an obsession for learning new feats everyday. If he was not out training, he was working with magic, or out with nature. He had spent much time learning how to feel the life around him, how to interact with nature. Become one with the trees, and animals. The child did however enjoy another aspect of the the elven culture, the politics. The idea of the Grand Game, as barbaric as it seemed did make sense. Survival of the fittest, the best prevail. None of that bloodline royalty, it all had to do with competition.
As he continued to train, he began to wonder when it would all be put to the test. Not that he wanted to fight, but he wanted to see if he would be as good as he expected. He soon got his wish, the Blue Divide had started. A war between the humans and elves had begun, Elladan finally was going to be apart of this war. Kirtan was the one city guarding itself, it had been on the front line for any war, and it was there to protect the rest of the forest. They were the first to battle.
Alongside his mother, and his father, who were still mates, he drew up his sword. He spent years fighting alongside them. Proving himself, he was a grand warrior. He very easily could hold his own. But, the numbers against them were incredible. Elves had died on his left and right, there was nothing he could do but fight on, and wait for the reinforcements that never came. The city of Kirtan was abandoned by their brethren, they were left to fight on their own. As the war raged on for a decade Kirtan began to wither away.
Both his mother and father had died in the war, leaving Elladan to himself. He, and the city of Kirtan had prevailed throughout the war. But the count had died during battle. It was obvious who was going to step up, the Count's son. Elladan on the other hand had different views. The Game had a way of presenting itself in treacherous times. Elladan not being one to poison or manipulate challenged the count's son. The two would duel for the position. The son reluctantly accepted, if he would refuse then he would be viewed as a coward.
The two had battled for hours on end. Each wanting the position of count, but the son did not stand a chance. Elladan respected the man, let him live for a few hours, then he bested the man. He did not kill him, he simply placed his sword upon the man's neck, but respected his life. There had already been to much spilled blood, he did not want to lose another citizen of Kirtan. But after the duel, Elladan stepped up into the role as count. He still remembers the betrayal from his fellow elves, and still holds that grudge.
Roleplaying Sample:"Dare to try a game, my kind sir?" Samuel stepped out from an alleyway, stepping to a much larger man then he was. A perfect catch. Too arrogant enough to realize his fat-ass needs new clothes, but walks with so much pride that he would never turn up a challenge.The larger man turned toward Samuel with a questionable look. He stopped, turned toward the teen, and took three large strides toward the alley. Samuel had caught him. As the man entered the alley Samuel took three steps back and lead the man a few more strides down, no one was around now.
"They are called dice, you roll them, and numbers appear. Samuel joked sarcastically.
"Don't try to downgrade me you pathetic little twerp. I know what they are. What are the stakes," the man spat.
"That sack of coins you have there, for my life long servitude." The offer had been extended, and the sweat began to appear on Samuel's face. He had practiced this hundreds of times, he was never one to go into a fair fight, but even now, hearing that he had offered up his entire life for a measly sack of coins showed how desperate he was. When your desperate, you can make mistakes. That's what he was afraid of. He knew he could easily win the game, but there was still a small bit left up to chance, how keen of an eye did this man hold.
"Simple enough, you roll first, then I roll. The one who rolled higher wins." Samuel extended his hand toward the man, two normal dice. The man quickly snatched them up, weighed them in his hands a little bit, then quickly began to shake them. He let them drop down to the hard surface, watching as they continued to roll. Two fives.
"Ha! Seems to me that i'll soon have a slave." Samuel just shot a look at the man. It was time to make the switch, he turned his back toward the man to lean down and pick up the two dice. As he did he reached inside of his sleeve, withdrawing two different dice, and as he picked up the two that had been rolled, he let them slide down his sleeve. The sweat continued to drip down his forehead. As he snapped back up he shot the man one more look, he clearly had not noticed the switch. A quiet sigh of relief came from Samuel. He began to shake the dice around a few times then he let them fly, as they collided with the ground they rolled to two sixes. A shout came from the man. "Cheat! That's impossible!" He began to storm off.
"My money, sir," Samuel extended his hand out and snatched at the man's shoulder, who threw a backhand around. Sam was able to duck under it right in time, and in turn drew a dagger. The man lunged forward, but Samuel stuck him right in his gut. He wheeled back in pain, slowly dropping to his knees, then his face collided with the pavement. Shaking, Samuel ran up to the body, the hot blood began to cover his clothes as he searched the body for as much as he could. A few gems, a sack of coins, and a very well-crafted sword. He slung the items in various pouches throughout his deer-skin clothes, and turned to run away. As soon as he stepped out of the alley he looked left, then right. No one seemed suspicious of anything. As he turned to start hiding in with the crowd he heard a scream, then as he snapped his head back in front of him, he collided with someone.
"Oh, forgive me, I did not mean to run you over." The man said as he kicked an apple away. As Samuel's bottom collided with the ground the sack of coins fell out of his clothes and hit the ground. He frantically recovered them, standing up as tall as he could.
"O- oh... N-n-no big deal, sir. I apologize," Samuel knew his place in this town. He was no noblemen. He could get smacked around, treated like dirt as much as anyone wanted. He came here as a last option, his last chance to try and earn some money and finally eat some decent food. Look where it had gotten him. Standing in front of a noblemen, after just murdering one. His head was spinning, he could not believe what he had just done. His stomach turned, and Samuel tried his hardest to hold it in. He was able to keep back the vomit, but his face had turned green.
