Post by Solus on Mar 31, 2013 12:10:35 GMT -5
Name:Solus, Du Alfa Vrangr
Age: 70
Race: Elf
Occupation: Wanderer/Fugitive
Allegiance: None, yet
Physical Description:
Slim of body, and average in height, around 5'11", with long arms and legs. Elegant and slender fingers, long and scarred, extend from his callused hands, which in turn cap his thin arms. His skin is dark, for an elf, light chestnut, formed from years in the unrelenting sun, from which he got his name. His eyes, in contrast to his dark skin, are light amber, angled slightly like all elves, and his mouth curves up naturally at the corners, making it seem as he is always smiling. From years spent in the wild, his canines have elongated slightly, making him seem more feral than anything else. His hair is short and black, combed back neatly, almost a juxtaposition against his rough travellers clothing. A stained linen tunic covers his torso, and woollen trousers cut off roughly at the knee cover his legs. His feet are bare all the time, and he often carries a leather pack on his back filled with essentials (dried meat, water skin). A staff is normally carried in his right hand, which he uses for defence and to kill, and a sharp hunting knife hangs next to his left hip in a leather sheath which he uses to skin any animal he kills.
Personality: The main feature of Solus' personality is his aggression. He has lived for so long on his own in the wild that anything has become a threat to him. The loss he experienced so early in life almost drove him to insanity, and although he is still sane now, he is still subject to the beast like instincts that drive him every single day. Because of this, he is quick to anger and is very violent in his outbursts, resulting in his now fugitive status. With people he remains indifferent. It has been so long since he has been amongst his own people, he is unsure as to what to expect, but as he has spent a lot of time around humans, he has deemed them to be inferior to himself, save for a few who have gained his respect.
Although he has disdain for most intelligent life, he enjoys the solitude of nature. He has a liking towards all animals, and enjoys (most of all) the company of the werecats, no matter how infrequently he meets one, but understands that he can't afford to live off of vegetables like the rest of his elven brethren.
Solus's mind is very much a web, like the minds of all elves, except there is hadrly any music in the mind of Solus. On some levels there are vast landscapes, where Solus roams in his waking dreams, that he created from all his favourite places to roam around Alagaesia. And on others, there is just pain. However, years of solitude and reflection have moved that plane deep down into the heart of Solus' mind, so that it no longer hinders his thoughts, but he can draw strength from it should he need it. His use of magic is sparse, at best, simply because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself whilst amongst humans.
History:
Roleplaying Sample:
Age: 70
Race: Elf
Occupation: Wanderer/Fugitive
Allegiance: None, yet
Physical Description:
Slim of body, and average in height, around 5'11", with long arms and legs. Elegant and slender fingers, long and scarred, extend from his callused hands, which in turn cap his thin arms. His skin is dark, for an elf, light chestnut, formed from years in the unrelenting sun, from which he got his name. His eyes, in contrast to his dark skin, are light amber, angled slightly like all elves, and his mouth curves up naturally at the corners, making it seem as he is always smiling. From years spent in the wild, his canines have elongated slightly, making him seem more feral than anything else. His hair is short and black, combed back neatly, almost a juxtaposition against his rough travellers clothing. A stained linen tunic covers his torso, and woollen trousers cut off roughly at the knee cover his legs. His feet are bare all the time, and he often carries a leather pack on his back filled with essentials (dried meat, water skin). A staff is normally carried in his right hand, which he uses for defence and to kill, and a sharp hunting knife hangs next to his left hip in a leather sheath which he uses to skin any animal he kills.
Personality: The main feature of Solus' personality is his aggression. He has lived for so long on his own in the wild that anything has become a threat to him. The loss he experienced so early in life almost drove him to insanity, and although he is still sane now, he is still subject to the beast like instincts that drive him every single day. Because of this, he is quick to anger and is very violent in his outbursts, resulting in his now fugitive status. With people he remains indifferent. It has been so long since he has been amongst his own people, he is unsure as to what to expect, but as he has spent a lot of time around humans, he has deemed them to be inferior to himself, save for a few who have gained his respect.
Although he has disdain for most intelligent life, he enjoys the solitude of nature. He has a liking towards all animals, and enjoys (most of all) the company of the werecats, no matter how infrequently he meets one, but understands that he can't afford to live off of vegetables like the rest of his elven brethren.
Solus's mind is very much a web, like the minds of all elves, except there is hadrly any music in the mind of Solus. On some levels there are vast landscapes, where Solus roams in his waking dreams, that he created from all his favourite places to roam around Alagaesia. And on others, there is just pain. However, years of solitude and reflection have moved that plane deep down into the heart of Solus' mind, so that it no longer hinders his thoughts, but he can draw strength from it should he need it. His use of magic is sparse, at best, simply because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself whilst amongst humans.
History:
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