Post by strideraragorn1 on Oct 10, 2012 16:58:31 GMT -5
Name:[blue] Caeltae Whiterider[/blue]
Age: 20
Race: human
Occupation: traveller
Allegiance: not sure
Physical Description:
I am tall and lean for my age and have trekked long and hard for most of my life so my clothes are a bit ragged. I have black hair that is greasy to the touch since I can’t very often take a shower most of the time. I am obviously very fit since most of my life has been moving from place to place and trained hard with my father. I am fairly skilled with a bow and arrows and have some training with a sword. I have pale keen grey eyes that help me look for prey when hunting. I always carry on me my sword and a bow with arrow and sometimes a small dagger. I have very good hearing and lots of muscles from long days of work either with my father’s friend.
Personality:
I am a fairly respectable man for my knowledge of the lands and my ability to travel long and hard for many days without rest. I am willing to defend those that cannot defend themselves otherwise I prefer to keep to myself. I do like to spend some time with people, usually children who love to hear a good story but generally stay away from crowds. I love riding my horse ‘Snowfire’ who was a gift from a friend I had a long time ago and enjoy walks in the Spine.
History:
My history was very bleak. My father was killed by urgals when I was 3 years old and my mother ended up kicking me out of the house when I was 10 and could no longer look after me. I was brought up by my grandmother who taught me the ways of the forest, self defense and gave me my horse ‘Snowfire’. From there I was an outcast and spent most of my teen years travelling and hunting down the urgals that killed my father. When I was around 15, I found out my mother was dying and had headed back to my village but by the time I got there, it was too late. For a few years I went back to meet up with my grandmother and stayed with her until I was about 18. When she died I fell into a deep depression and started getting into trouble. Picking fights with the soldiers or destroying property. I was caught and had been threatened to killed but an old friend of my father took me in and I lived with him, learning about the war and dragon riders. He taught me how to fight with a sword and with a bow and quickly became skilled at hunting.
At my present age, I left him and continued to explore the world around me with my faithful companion at my side, helping the less fortunate. I still see my father’s friend every now and then but I rarely stick around anywhere too long. I still am a bit of a trouble maker towards the soldiers and do not stay in one place for very long. I stray from the roads and try to stay away from villages as much as possible unless I need to. I vowed to keep the urgal population away from the villages and towns when my father died and I still hold true to that. If anyone needs help I am not afraid to aid in helping anyone who seeks my servitude.
Other:
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I have a black mustang stallion named Snowfire who has been my friend since my time spent with my grandmother. He is able to outrun most other horses and when he’s not with me is off on his own or with wild horses. He was captured by urgals and was going to be eaten but I killed them off and since then has protected me and has travelled to where even the mustangs don’t dare to go.
Roleplaying Sample:
Caeltae had just prepared his horse, Snowfire for another long trek to the spine when he heard a scream from somewhere close by. He looked at his beloved companion who seemed to understand the urgency of the matter and tried to help pick up the sound of the screaming. Quickly placing his bow and arrows along with his sword into his saddlebags, Caeltae mounted Snowfire and urged the stallion towards the sound. When he got closer, he could pick up the sounds of laughter and saw smoke rising above the treeline. Urging his steed to quicken his pace, the pair hurried on determined to help put an end to screams and whatever had started the fire. They had just rounded a fallen tree when from out of nowhere a black figure jumped out of the tree, throwing Caeltae to the ground. Dazed from the fall, he looked up to see a pair of urgals staring at him. He looked for Snowfire but the mustang was nowhere in sight.
Just then, another scream echoed through the forest, giving Caeltae enough time to get up and with his small dagger plunge it into the back of one of the urgals. It let out an ear-piercing shriek before falling to the ground. Enraged by the death of his companion, the other urgal turned, ready to attack when Snowfire burst into view and kicked out of the urgal, sending him crashing to the ground. Thanking his steed’s timing, he quickly got up on his friend and took off before the urgal had a chance to get up again.
Age: 20
Race: human
Occupation: traveller
Allegiance: not sure
Physical Description:
I am tall and lean for my age and have trekked long and hard for most of my life so my clothes are a bit ragged. I have black hair that is greasy to the touch since I can’t very often take a shower most of the time. I am obviously very fit since most of my life has been moving from place to place and trained hard with my father. I am fairly skilled with a bow and arrows and have some training with a sword. I have pale keen grey eyes that help me look for prey when hunting. I always carry on me my sword and a bow with arrow and sometimes a small dagger. I have very good hearing and lots of muscles from long days of work either with my father’s friend.
Personality:
I am a fairly respectable man for my knowledge of the lands and my ability to travel long and hard for many days without rest. I am willing to defend those that cannot defend themselves otherwise I prefer to keep to myself. I do like to spend some time with people, usually children who love to hear a good story but generally stay away from crowds. I love riding my horse ‘Snowfire’ who was a gift from a friend I had a long time ago and enjoy walks in the Spine.
History:
My history was very bleak. My father was killed by urgals when I was 3 years old and my mother ended up kicking me out of the house when I was 10 and could no longer look after me. I was brought up by my grandmother who taught me the ways of the forest, self defense and gave me my horse ‘Snowfire’. From there I was an outcast and spent most of my teen years travelling and hunting down the urgals that killed my father. When I was around 15, I found out my mother was dying and had headed back to my village but by the time I got there, it was too late. For a few years I went back to meet up with my grandmother and stayed with her until I was about 18. When she died I fell into a deep depression and started getting into trouble. Picking fights with the soldiers or destroying property. I was caught and had been threatened to killed but an old friend of my father took me in and I lived with him, learning about the war and dragon riders. He taught me how to fight with a sword and with a bow and quickly became skilled at hunting.
At my present age, I left him and continued to explore the world around me with my faithful companion at my side, helping the less fortunate. I still see my father’s friend every now and then but I rarely stick around anywhere too long. I still am a bit of a trouble maker towards the soldiers and do not stay in one place for very long. I stray from the roads and try to stay away from villages as much as possible unless I need to. I vowed to keep the urgal population away from the villages and towns when my father died and I still hold true to that. If anyone needs help I am not afraid to aid in helping anyone who seeks my servitude.
Other:
I have a black mustang stallion named Snowfire who has been my friend since my time spent with my grandmother. He is able to outrun most other horses and when he’s not with me is off on his own or with wild horses. He was captured by urgals and was going to be eaten but I killed them off and since then has protected me and has travelled to where even the mustangs don’t dare to go.
Roleplaying Sample:
Caeltae had just prepared his horse, Snowfire for another long trek to the spine when he heard a scream from somewhere close by. He looked at his beloved companion who seemed to understand the urgency of the matter and tried to help pick up the sound of the screaming. Quickly placing his bow and arrows along with his sword into his saddlebags, Caeltae mounted Snowfire and urged the stallion towards the sound. When he got closer, he could pick up the sounds of laughter and saw smoke rising above the treeline. Urging his steed to quicken his pace, the pair hurried on determined to help put an end to screams and whatever had started the fire. They had just rounded a fallen tree when from out of nowhere a black figure jumped out of the tree, throwing Caeltae to the ground. Dazed from the fall, he looked up to see a pair of urgals staring at him. He looked for Snowfire but the mustang was nowhere in sight.
Just then, another scream echoed through the forest, giving Caeltae enough time to get up and with his small dagger plunge it into the back of one of the urgals. It let out an ear-piercing shriek before falling to the ground. Enraged by the death of his companion, the other urgal turned, ready to attack when Snowfire burst into view and kicked out of the urgal, sending him crashing to the ground. Thanking his steed’s timing, he quickly got up on his friend and took off before the urgal had a chance to get up again.
