Post by Nayeli on Jan 26, 2011 23:01:32 GMT -5
I was given the nameRainer David Danesson
Born during the summerNineteen Years ago
In a little Village as aHuman Man
Trained to be aFarmer
Allied with the mightyAnyone who I can trust
My mother once said I was handsome…But she is not here with me anymore, because the damn men took her as a slave because he thought she was good looking. That is possible the reason I don’t trust many people. Anyway, you want to know what I look like, right? Well, I guess I can tell you about me, a little. I don’t know why you want to know. Starting at my hair, it is short, which is how I keep it and slightly messy or spikes towards the front. I don’t like it in my eyes, but sometimes, it a bit messier then normal. My eyes are a dark brown, almost black and they express a lot of my emotion. It is not that you can completely see my emotion, but you know when something is going on. My face is very sharp slightly, but not overly sharp. As my mother had once called me handsome, I am guessing she is right, but even I don’t know. I have high cheek bones and very strong muscles in my neck and shoulder area, showing my constant working out.
My chest and abs are very defined, along with my arm muscles and leg muscles, but lets focus on the top and work our way down. Along my upper back, I have a tattoo that looks kind of demonic, but it is something I like. It is a winged demon, showing my distrust of nearly anyone and not liking many people. I normally show it when I am working and people I don’t like come up towards me. My chest is very defined and shows my strength. My neck and shoulders hold strong muscles which go to my arms. My hands are callused from years of working with my father. My stomach area holds strong abs and such that show my constant working out to stay fit incase I have to fight or something. My legs are very strong, so I can run for great distance, a bit further than a average human can run.
I normal wear dark colored clothing, from dark brown to black. I am not a bright person, so I am not going to wear bright stuff. I normally wear a long sleeve tunic and black pants that go over a pair of black boots. I hate dressing up and refuse to do so for any occasions. I normally a bit dirty from working. I have a sword, though very simple and not fancy, I found it on my property and I kept it. I have a bow and I make my arrows when I need them. My bow is very simple, nothing pretty like those stupid nobles. Well, I hope you like what you heard, but I am done telling about myself.
My father said I have a good attitude…But I must say, even I don’t believe that hunk of bull… Maybe it was before my mother went missing, but who knows. I am not one who is very happy at all, I am very blank and calm when it comes to things that should be happy and amusing. I find some amusement in the pain of others, or the problems in others, especially if it is noble. Being of a poor family, I hate nobles, and since they think they own the world, when bad things happen, I laugh at them. I do care about a few people, but those few are my family and it is only two, unless I find my mother is still alive. I don’t trust anyone at all and will not fight for anyone unless I have a good reason to fight for them.
It takes a lot for me to trust anyone and everyone. Some people may prove themselves to me in a few days, others may take years. I just don’t like people and those I do like, well, it still may take a while for me to show my friendship with them. I am not a nice person, unless you are my true friend and it takes a while to be a true friend. I am a determined man also, and since I don’t like the noble people of this land and I don’t really know any elves, I guess I will have to go with the riders, mostly because they didn’t fight in this war I hear and they sound like they don’t trust many people either.
Anyway, if I do like ya and trust ya, well, I might actually protect you and care for you. I may actually laugh and smile around you. I will be your friend, caring for you emotions and not liking when other people hurt you. It is about like I care for my brother and father.
Born in s farm town, my life changed quickly…My mom and dad got married only a few months before my brother and I were born in this small farming village. I don’t remember much of those first few years, but I heard that my brother and I loved working with my dad out in the field. We would run around and play in the dirt a lot. It was about when I was three that my mother wanted to leave, so we went to Ceunon, where my mother found herself enjoying the religious aspect and had use take a Journey to some place. It was there, that fate took my mother away, when men came and took her, holding my brother and I back.
The man who took my mother was a noble and it quickly caused my dislike for them to come quickly. They thought they could have everything and I began to hate all I met. I hated the king and the people who ruled each town and city. I did not know who to trust anymore, as everyone seemed to have ties with these nobles and soon, found myself just despising everyone who liked the nobles of the town. My father tried to make me realize not everyone was like that, but it was no use.
As I grew into a man, I worked with my father, doing anything he did and soon found myself farming everywhere I went. I liked the work, seeing that I had done something and knowing that I had worked hard. As I learned about the history of my home, I heard of the war that caused the Blue Divide. I could not see myself siding with the humans or the elves, but instead the dragons… Why? Well, they did not seem to trust allying themselves with either one and did not take a side, so I figured they did not trust either side either and I sure as hell didn’t. I figured my next step would be to go to Ilirea and learn some stuff, so I gathered my things and I left my father, told him I would return and visit on occasion.
I was sixteen at the time, traveling on horse back to the city-state. I stopped and received a tattoo in a small town I don’t remember the name of. It was a wicked tattoo, one of a demon like thing with wings. I like it and in a way, it showed my dislike of anyone. So, I normally showed it when I did not like someone and felt I could get away with removing my shirt. Once I arrived in Ilirea I learned of the dragons and started learning more, but found that I enjoyed farming even more. So I earned as much money as I could and bought a farm that once belong to an old man. I had just turned eighteen. I first started with crops and then went on to even large things such as fruits and animals, which allowed me to sell to humans, elves and riders, showing that I could feed the dragons with cattle.
I also began training horses for the people of Ilirea and even the soldiers who worked for the Riders. When I turned nineteen, I sent a letter to my father and brother, telling them of all that had happened and how I was doing.
After a few years, the lady known as Leilani managed to get humans added to the Rider's pact with the dragon. I had a bad feeling things would not end well and sure enough, the city was attacked before my eyes by the elves. I managed to escape with most of my cattle and horses tied to ropes and I lead them away to another city. After moving towards the plains, he set up a new home close to the mines of the Queen.
