Post by phrostphyre on Nov 2, 2010 18:56:16 GMT -5
Name: James Simon Alexander Fraser, AKA “Jamie”
Age: 29
Race: Half-elf
Occupation: Hive Drone of the Malakian company
Allegiance: The Hive. (It can do no wrong, what so ever.)
Physical Description: Six feet, two inches of lithe, powerful muscle, a sharp, angular face, muted only by soft lips and warm hazel eyes, a mane of red-gold hair, like the pelt of a lion and red deer put together give Jamie the appearance of a predator. He currently has stubble and a ponytail, going through his scruffy mountain man phase. He dresses the part, with soft dark brown and green shirts, the kilt of his grandfather, and black boots giving him the air of a sophisticated mountain man, the king of his mountain. Long hours training with the dirk and broadsword his grandfather used has given Jamie several scars, but they simply lend him more of a dashing appearance. His ears aren't the sharp points of elf ears, but nor are they the soft, rounded human ears. They're sort of in between. As a result of his parentage, Jamie acts human, rarely dropping into an oddly Alban accented Ancient Language. His mother had the accent, and it is one of the few things he remembers about her. As a result, he maintains an effort to sound Alban, like his mother and grandfather.
The red-gold thick hair is a gift from his mother’s father, and the only one he can claim inheritance to, other than the two blades. Jamie’s muscles are taut, like those of a lion, ready to spring. Constantly ready to fight, though he doesn’t often have to, Jamie dislikes fighting.
Personality: Molded by his upbringing, Jamie is fiercely loyal to the Hive. They can do no wrong what so ever, and his Lieutenant is rarely wrong. A fierce hatred for Du Weldenvarden elves exists, caused by his father’s race, elf. Hive elves are counted among his closest friends, but if the elf is from Du Weldenvarden but not in the Hive, they have an eternal enemy in the form of James Simon Alexander Fraser. Humans aren’t much better; bitterly resentful about them, Jamie dislikes being in the company of anyone other than the Hive.
A leader born, a group of male Hive Drones have clustered around him as their secondary leader, though Amelia Vencari remains the person they follow orders from without hesitation. Jamie is blindly loyal to her and the Malakian Company. Dedicated to the cause, even though he doesn’t know what it is, Jamie is willing to die for the people that let him live.
History:Jamie was named for his human grandfather, an Alban swordsman, a member of the Savage Faithful and killed during the early days of the Blue Divide. His blades were recovered by a comrade and given to his widow and young daughter. The daughter grew up in the constant warfare and depression of the Blue Divide, living on in a frontline town.
Jamie’s father was an elf soldier, and his child and wife were killed during fighting in and around Kirtan. Mad with unrestrained grief, he continued to fight, planning his revenge. It was during the fighting in the town Jamie’s mother lived that his father found her cowering in a barn, raped her, and died later that day as the fighting by both sides continued. Jamie’s mother fled the town to a new one, where she did her best to support herself, eventually reverting to stealing to keep herself fed for the baby. However, it was when she was eight months along that she found herself near dead with hunger. She turned to the Hive, and was welcomed with open arms.
Once the child, named for his grandfather, was born, the Hive expected something in return for sheltering and feeding the destitute family. Jamie’s mother became a Hive Drone, and it was while on a job she was killed. Before she went out, however, she told Jamie that he was a half-elf. This bit of information has receded into the recesses of his brain, and while he knows, he doesn't really understand the fact. Jamie was two at the time, barely old enough to remember his mother once he got older. The only things his mother was able to give him were life, a name, an accent, and his blades, which he received at age six. The Hive’s reasoning was:”He has no family, and he’s living in our house. We will make him into a soldier, loyal to us and only us.” For the next ten years, he spent four hours out of twelve learning maths, sciences, history, and various others. Five hours were devoted to sword fighting, the last three hours of his day were spaced throughout, for meals and bathing. Jamie received the orders for his first job at sixteen, and has served honorably since then, doing whatever his Lieutenant orders. He’s never come into contact with a Shrike or the Queen, luckily for him.
Roleplaying Sample: Not Applicable
Age: 29
Race: Half-elf
Occupation: Hive Drone of the Malakian company
Allegiance: The Hive. (It can do no wrong, what so ever.)
Physical Description: Six feet, two inches of lithe, powerful muscle, a sharp, angular face, muted only by soft lips and warm hazel eyes, a mane of red-gold hair, like the pelt of a lion and red deer put together give Jamie the appearance of a predator. He currently has stubble and a ponytail, going through his scruffy mountain man phase. He dresses the part, with soft dark brown and green shirts, the kilt of his grandfather, and black boots giving him the air of a sophisticated mountain man, the king of his mountain. Long hours training with the dirk and broadsword his grandfather used has given Jamie several scars, but they simply lend him more of a dashing appearance. His ears aren't the sharp points of elf ears, but nor are they the soft, rounded human ears. They're sort of in between. As a result of his parentage, Jamie acts human, rarely dropping into an oddly Alban accented Ancient Language. His mother had the accent, and it is one of the few things he remembers about her. As a result, he maintains an effort to sound Alban, like his mother and grandfather.
The red-gold thick hair is a gift from his mother’s father, and the only one he can claim inheritance to, other than the two blades. Jamie’s muscles are taut, like those of a lion, ready to spring. Constantly ready to fight, though he doesn’t often have to, Jamie dislikes fighting.
Personality: Molded by his upbringing, Jamie is fiercely loyal to the Hive. They can do no wrong what so ever, and his Lieutenant is rarely wrong. A fierce hatred for Du Weldenvarden elves exists, caused by his father’s race, elf. Hive elves are counted among his closest friends, but if the elf is from Du Weldenvarden but not in the Hive, they have an eternal enemy in the form of James Simon Alexander Fraser. Humans aren’t much better; bitterly resentful about them, Jamie dislikes being in the company of anyone other than the Hive.
A leader born, a group of male Hive Drones have clustered around him as their secondary leader, though Amelia Vencari remains the person they follow orders from without hesitation. Jamie is blindly loyal to her and the Malakian Company. Dedicated to the cause, even though he doesn’t know what it is, Jamie is willing to die for the people that let him live.
History:Jamie was named for his human grandfather, an Alban swordsman, a member of the Savage Faithful and killed during the early days of the Blue Divide. His blades were recovered by a comrade and given to his widow and young daughter. The daughter grew up in the constant warfare and depression of the Blue Divide, living on in a frontline town.
Jamie’s father was an elf soldier, and his child and wife were killed during fighting in and around Kirtan. Mad with unrestrained grief, he continued to fight, planning his revenge. It was during the fighting in the town Jamie’s mother lived that his father found her cowering in a barn, raped her, and died later that day as the fighting by both sides continued. Jamie’s mother fled the town to a new one, where she did her best to support herself, eventually reverting to stealing to keep herself fed for the baby. However, it was when she was eight months along that she found herself near dead with hunger. She turned to the Hive, and was welcomed with open arms.
Once the child, named for his grandfather, was born, the Hive expected something in return for sheltering and feeding the destitute family. Jamie’s mother became a Hive Drone, and it was while on a job she was killed. Before she went out, however, she told Jamie that he was a half-elf. This bit of information has receded into the recesses of his brain, and while he knows, he doesn't really understand the fact. Jamie was two at the time, barely old enough to remember his mother once he got older. The only things his mother was able to give him were life, a name, an accent, and his blades, which he received at age six. The Hive’s reasoning was:”He has no family, and he’s living in our house. We will make him into a soldier, loyal to us and only us.” For the next ten years, he spent four hours out of twelve learning maths, sciences, history, and various others. Five hours were devoted to sword fighting, the last three hours of his day were spaced throughout, for meals and bathing. Jamie received the orders for his first job at sixteen, and has served honorably since then, doing whatever his Lieutenant orders. He’s never come into contact with a Shrike or the Queen, luckily for him.
Roleplaying Sample: Not Applicable
