Post by tazcalbat on Jul 5, 2012 21:59:03 GMT -5
Name: Rhys
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Race: Human (Mortal)
Occupation: Traveller/Warrior/Minor blacksmith
Allegiance: Neutral
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: A honey-brown color
Scars/Other: A scar on his shoulder from a past battle.
Overall Appearance: Rhys has tasseled dark brown hair, that almost looks black. His hair comes to his ears and sticks out in places. His eyes are a dark honey color with a brown tint. He stands 6' even, and had a lean, strong build. He is strong, and flexible in battle. His skin holds a light tan all year, due to his time spent outside. He wears a brown sleeveless shirt, and a pale, red colored pair of pants. At his side he carries a sword made by dwarves, and he carries a bow and his quiver on Knurl's packs.
Likes:
Sword-fighting
Being outside
Horses
Dislikes:
Heights
Any situation where he lacks control
Crowds
Quirks:
Rubs hand though hair when nervous, he does this to his bangs and appears to be moving it out of the way, but it is really a habit.
Grimaces when doing something he doesn't want to, crowds cause the reaction most.
Overall Personality: Rhys is a good friend and loyal, but tends to keep to himself. As a young boy, Rhys learned that others could rarely be trusted. He dislikes the thought of riding dragons, because of his fear of heights. He is a skilled sword fighter, and is also good with a bow. Rhys is often mistrusted and misunderstood, but rarely cares what others think of him. Rhys is good with horses, and has broken many from wild foals. His favorite is his companion, Knurl.
History:
Rhys' father was a black smith. Rhys would watch him for hours while he worked. His father, Lock, never offered to teach him, but young Rhys learned much from watching. Although he is not perfect as a black smith, he is able to do small jobs and make repairs.
As a young child Rhys had always understood horses better than humans. At the age of eight, he had already broken some of his families' foals. Then at age thirteen, he started catching wild foals. He would tame them, and once tamed, he would release them to their herds again. Many would come back to visit him.
He also trained as knight and a warrior. At first this was to please his father, but he soon realized that he liked his training. His master was a well known knight at the time. He finished training at age fifteen, and was then seen as a man by most, though he still had a year before he truly became of age. During this time, Rhys had been trying to tame the only colt of the herds' lead stallion. Rhys' father learned of this and watched with interest. The stallion was wild and amazing. If that colt could be trained, it would be worth fortunes. So it was, Rhys did indeed break and train the colt, a chestnut dun color, with strong agile build, noble appearance, and strong will. Rhys favored this colt, for they had much in common. One day when Rhys was away, he overheard a merchant speaking of buying the colt. Rhys rushed home to find that it was true. He knew that if he freed the colt, they would only recapture it again.
Instead, Rhys decided to leave home. That night Rhys gathered his belongings and tried to slip out, unseen. His father was waiting in the barn. Rhys told his father that he didn't agree with selling Knurl. His father laughed, but still blocked the way. Rhys tried to get past his father, but his father drew a dagger and pointed it at Rhys'. With no choice, Rhys drew his own dagger, and demanded his father to move. With one swift movement, his father lunged at him, but Rhys shifted at the last minute. The blade gouged his upper arm. With that Rhys shoved his father out of his way, and with his belongings, he mounted the colt.
That was the last time he ever seen his home, his father, or any of his past. The only things he had were his few belongings, and his companion, Knurl. They fled to Furthen Dur the city of dwarves. That is where he learned the dwarvish language, and some of the Ancient Language from the few elves he met.
Extras: He knows some of the Ancient Language, and Dwarvish.
Name: Knurl (Stone; rock in Dwarvish, Rhys named his his because of his strong will and stubborn ways.)
Age: 6 years
Gender: Stallion
Race: Horse
Hair Color: A chestnut dun
Eye Color: Brown
Scars/Other: none
Overall Appearance: Knurl is a chestnut charger, he stands around 18 hands, and had a strong, proud build. He had his father's speed and agility, and his mother's grace and sure-footedness. His head, neck, back, and under-belly are a light chestnut color. His mane, tail, and lower legs are pure black. His eyes are a deep brown, with a knowing look in them. He has a black star on his forehead just below his ears.
Likes:
Rhys
running
mornings
Dislikes:
strangers
bring tied or penned
tight spaces
Quirks:
Knurl will only let Rhys ride him unless told otherwise by Rhys.
He often gets agitated when penned in with other horses.
Overall Personality: Knurl is a lot like his rider. He often tried to avoid other horses, and doesn't' like to be around crowds. He is loyal and brave, but only trusts Rhys. Knurl enjoys his freedom, and would rather be out in the open. He is used to seeing dragons, but dislikes the attention they attract. Knurl is fast and sure-footed, and is good in battles, though he prefers one of one, he has charged into a group to please Rhys before.
History: Knurl's story is much the same as Rhys. As a young colt, Knurl was completely wild. He had always been curious about the boy that often ran among the herd. One day he followed some of the tamed colts, and realized that Rhys was unlike the other humans that came after the herd. They were mean and rough. Rhys was gentle and understanding to her herd's ways. He always returned the foals he would take, and they always returned to him. That freedom is why the herd allowed him so close to its foals. One day, Knurl followed Rhys home, and that was when his training began. Humans say you break a horse when it becomes tame. Rhys thinks differently. He works with the horse, and allows the horse to choose when it is tame, and when it is wild. They work together to find the perfect sequence. He understands her horse, and the horse understands him. That is how Rhys gained the wild colt's trust. Unlike the others, Knurl wasn't returned to his herd, but the night they ran away, Knurl decided that Rhys was his only herd now. His old herd was gone, but in his heart, this was where he had always belonged.
RP Sample: Rhys squinted to see what had upset Knurl. Night had set and the rain had been pouring since earlier that day. The chestnut charger had stopped in the middle of the forest, sincing something up ahead. Rhys looked, but saw nothing. Then lightning lit the sky, sillueting a figure in the distance. Darkness returned aconpanied with the loud crack of thunder. With Rhys' coxing, Knurl started to move forward, stopping at every step to flick his ears and to breath in, checking for danger. Snorting, he would continue another step, then repeat the process.
Rhys was unsure of the figure, but was sure that the stranger had seen them like they saw it. He shivered as rain seeped into his clothes, cold water streaming down his tired body. He urged the stallion on, whispering in Dwarvish to the frightened horse. What ever lay ahead of them, they would face head on, together. The sooner they knew what was waiting for them, the sooner they would know how to react.
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Race: Human (Mortal)
Occupation: Traveller/Warrior/Minor blacksmith
Allegiance: Neutral
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: A honey-brown color
Scars/Other: A scar on his shoulder from a past battle.
Overall Appearance: Rhys has tasseled dark brown hair, that almost looks black. His hair comes to his ears and sticks out in places. His eyes are a dark honey color with a brown tint. He stands 6' even, and had a lean, strong build. He is strong, and flexible in battle. His skin holds a light tan all year, due to his time spent outside. He wears a brown sleeveless shirt, and a pale, red colored pair of pants. At his side he carries a sword made by dwarves, and he carries a bow and his quiver on Knurl's packs.
Likes:
Sword-fighting
Being outside
Horses
Dislikes:
Heights
Any situation where he lacks control
Crowds
Quirks:
Rubs hand though hair when nervous, he does this to his bangs and appears to be moving it out of the way, but it is really a habit.
Grimaces when doing something he doesn't want to, crowds cause the reaction most.
Overall Personality: Rhys is a good friend and loyal, but tends to keep to himself. As a young boy, Rhys learned that others could rarely be trusted. He dislikes the thought of riding dragons, because of his fear of heights. He is a skilled sword fighter, and is also good with a bow. Rhys is often mistrusted and misunderstood, but rarely cares what others think of him. Rhys is good with horses, and has broken many from wild foals. His favorite is his companion, Knurl.
History:
Rhys' father was a black smith. Rhys would watch him for hours while he worked. His father, Lock, never offered to teach him, but young Rhys learned much from watching. Although he is not perfect as a black smith, he is able to do small jobs and make repairs.
As a young child Rhys had always understood horses better than humans. At the age of eight, he had already broken some of his families' foals. Then at age thirteen, he started catching wild foals. He would tame them, and once tamed, he would release them to their herds again. Many would come back to visit him.
He also trained as knight and a warrior. At first this was to please his father, but he soon realized that he liked his training. His master was a well known knight at the time. He finished training at age fifteen, and was then seen as a man by most, though he still had a year before he truly became of age. During this time, Rhys had been trying to tame the only colt of the herds' lead stallion. Rhys' father learned of this and watched with interest. The stallion was wild and amazing. If that colt could be trained, it would be worth fortunes. So it was, Rhys did indeed break and train the colt, a chestnut dun color, with strong agile build, noble appearance, and strong will. Rhys favored this colt, for they had much in common. One day when Rhys was away, he overheard a merchant speaking of buying the colt. Rhys rushed home to find that it was true. He knew that if he freed the colt, they would only recapture it again.
Instead, Rhys decided to leave home. That night Rhys gathered his belongings and tried to slip out, unseen. His father was waiting in the barn. Rhys told his father that he didn't agree with selling Knurl. His father laughed, but still blocked the way. Rhys tried to get past his father, but his father drew a dagger and pointed it at Rhys'. With no choice, Rhys drew his own dagger, and demanded his father to move. With one swift movement, his father lunged at him, but Rhys shifted at the last minute. The blade gouged his upper arm. With that Rhys shoved his father out of his way, and with his belongings, he mounted the colt.
That was the last time he ever seen his home, his father, or any of his past. The only things he had were his few belongings, and his companion, Knurl. They fled to Furthen Dur the city of dwarves. That is where he learned the dwarvish language, and some of the Ancient Language from the few elves he met.
Extras: He knows some of the Ancient Language, and Dwarvish.
Name: Knurl (Stone; rock in Dwarvish, Rhys named his his because of his strong will and stubborn ways.)
Age: 6 years
Gender: Stallion
Race: Horse
Hair Color: A chestnut dun
Eye Color: Brown
Scars/Other: none
Overall Appearance: Knurl is a chestnut charger, he stands around 18 hands, and had a strong, proud build. He had his father's speed and agility, and his mother's grace and sure-footedness. His head, neck, back, and under-belly are a light chestnut color. His mane, tail, and lower legs are pure black. His eyes are a deep brown, with a knowing look in them. He has a black star on his forehead just below his ears.
Likes:
Rhys
running
mornings
Dislikes:
strangers
bring tied or penned
tight spaces
Quirks:
Knurl will only let Rhys ride him unless told otherwise by Rhys.
He often gets agitated when penned in with other horses.
Overall Personality: Knurl is a lot like his rider. He often tried to avoid other horses, and doesn't' like to be around crowds. He is loyal and brave, but only trusts Rhys. Knurl enjoys his freedom, and would rather be out in the open. He is used to seeing dragons, but dislikes the attention they attract. Knurl is fast and sure-footed, and is good in battles, though he prefers one of one, he has charged into a group to please Rhys before.
History: Knurl's story is much the same as Rhys. As a young colt, Knurl was completely wild. He had always been curious about the boy that often ran among the herd. One day he followed some of the tamed colts, and realized that Rhys was unlike the other humans that came after the herd. They were mean and rough. Rhys was gentle and understanding to her herd's ways. He always returned the foals he would take, and they always returned to him. That freedom is why the herd allowed him so close to its foals. One day, Knurl followed Rhys home, and that was when his training began. Humans say you break a horse when it becomes tame. Rhys thinks differently. He works with the horse, and allows the horse to choose when it is tame, and when it is wild. They work together to find the perfect sequence. He understands her horse, and the horse understands him. That is how Rhys gained the wild colt's trust. Unlike the others, Knurl wasn't returned to his herd, but the night they ran away, Knurl decided that Rhys was his only herd now. His old herd was gone, but in his heart, this was where he had always belonged.
RP Sample: Rhys squinted to see what had upset Knurl. Night had set and the rain had been pouring since earlier that day. The chestnut charger had stopped in the middle of the forest, sincing something up ahead. Rhys looked, but saw nothing. Then lightning lit the sky, sillueting a figure in the distance. Darkness returned aconpanied with the loud crack of thunder. With Rhys' coxing, Knurl started to move forward, stopping at every step to flick his ears and to breath in, checking for danger. Snorting, he would continue another step, then repeat the process.
Rhys was unsure of the figure, but was sure that the stranger had seen them like they saw it. He shivered as rain seeped into his clothes, cold water streaming down his tired body. He urged the stallion on, whispering in Dwarvish to the frightened horse. What ever lay ahead of them, they would face head on, together. The sooner they knew what was waiting for them, the sooner they would know how to react.
