Post by nightmare on Jan 21, 2007 20:14:15 GMT -5
Email: tnc_hellion@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Isyc
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Origin: Domagoth Cothold, south of Monaco Bay Hold
Appearance: Isyc prefers dark colored clothing, wearing black a black shirt and a pair of blue cotton slacks, with a set of white pants and shirt, sand-stained by the bleak enviroment the farmers settled on,for special occasions, and a set of beige farming clothes consisting of shirt, pants, and overalls, but other then that, he's got nothing in the way of clothing, his family so poor. His forehead is covered by his thick brown hair, constantly falling into his hazel eyes [with pigments of brown and green, making an odd yellow color]. He stands at 5'6", weighing about 100 pounds. Living and working on farmland with his father, he is fit, but not ripped, and though he is strong and quick, he's not the brightest on the block.
Isyc prides himself in his hair, however long it may grow, and refuses to cut it, but it pretty much has stopped growing, with the bangs just below his eyes, resting on the bridge of his nose. His nose, speaking of which, is smaller then average, but not grotesquley so. His face has only just begun to grow the stubble hairs on the end of his chin that will one day suffice as a beard. His face is not wide, but not thin, either, and his cheekbones remain unseen beneath the flesh of his face.
Family:
Farem [Father]
Tall, tanned, muscular man with a thick beard hanging from his face, a skilled farmer, who's only valuable posessions are two blades passed down from his father. Where his father obtained it, not even Farem knows.
Kareen [Mother, deceased]
Beautiful, fair-skinned woman, wandered into town one day, injured and not a penny to her name, when she met Farem.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Innocent and decent natured, the child Isyc liked nothing more then helping people. It gave him a feeling of happiness and inner peace, almost. But, as overwhelming as his kindness can be, he can often be misled into doing things that arn't right, but over the years he's begun to learn to gaurd his emotions and do his best to stay out of situations that can cause these sorts of problems, and when caught in said situations, where he's pressured to choose, he may crack under the pressure and just run. Or fight. Though, he'd be more likely to run, because, for one thing, he hates harming other people unless absolutely necessary,and for another thing, he likes to run. He likes to have the wind blowing around him as he runs as fast as he can, it puts him at ease, relaxes his stress, and makes him feel comfortable; as such, he loves to race. His love of raceing created a competitive nature within him, and so he takes interest in a wide variety of competitive games. A direct result of this causes a sort of need to wind, an ambitious need to be better then others that nearly opposites his good will toward all.
Hobbies/Skills: His father, a simple farmer by appearence, liked to take his son Isyc down into the basement and teach him the basics of swordplay. His father has two swords, an iron shortsword and an iron longsword. Isyc, of course, was taught to use the shortsword. Isyc also has taken up a hobbies in sparring and collecting things.
Any things.
Pets: Brown Firelizard - Remt, 1 foot 9 inches.
Isyc found Remt in the forest one day, when he was ten.
History: Isyc, son of Farem and Kareen, was born in Domagath Cothold, to the south of Monaco Bay Hold. His father had taken up swordsmanship, as a hobby, but around the Cothold they had lived, he was called the Swordsman of Domagath. As a joke, of course. When his father met his mother, she was a stranger who had wandered in, not a penny to her name. Farem took in Kareen, and after a short while, they were wed, and hade a child Isyc.
But Kareen held a secret. Only a year after Isyc's birth, a group of men and women arrived, four in all. They began to hang around the cothold, watching the daily movements of everyone there, until they saw Kareen. They recognized her, of course, because they had been the ones to injure Kareen. Kareen had been a member of their travelling brigande gang, when she tried to escape, she was attacked and chased away from camp. They bumrushed the village, waving weapons in the air. They attacked Kareen inparticular. The farmers in the simple cothold had retreated to their homes, but Kareen and Farem were left outside.
Only Farem made it out of the fight alive. The village grieved over the loss of their newest neighbor, save for Isyc, and for a long time the world that was Domagath Cothold was in a somber and gloomy state. For five years, Domagath Cothold was silent, and with it, Isyc grew. His father kept him indoors as often as he could.
When Isyc turned six, Farem finally let the boy out. Supervised, indeed, but outside. And the child loved it. He walked up to people and would help them with their daily chores, for no reason whatsoever, and would recieve no payment for the deeds, simply walk on over to the next neighbor and help them, too. And so it was like this for the rest of Isyc's stay there.
When Isyc was twelve, he ventured out into the forest with a fellow from the cothold, on an errand to gather fire wood. Eventually they made it through the forest, and came upon the beach, south of the Cothold. Isaac immideatly spotted a clutch of eggs and inquired as to what they were doing there.
"Firelizard eggs," the man said, "Go on, take one." Isaac complied, and when it hatched, he was immideatly in love with the creature, to be named Remt.
Color Prefence: Brown
Sample RP:
"Very good. Again!" Farem commanded. He held the longsword in both hands, the point facing his son, Isyc as he held the handle down by his hips. Isyc nodded and, as his father had wished, rushed foreward with his own weapon, swinging it with both hands from the ground, up and across at his father's chest.
His father, however, blocked and countered the attack in one fluid movement, twisting his arms until the point of the sword aimed at the ground, and the hilt was up above his head. Isyc's sword clattered against the blade of the longsword noisely. Remt raised his heads from his curled-up position and made hissed. Farem looked at the brown firelizard and shook his head.
"Go tend to him, Isyc, he's worried for you," Farem told his son, "and next time leave him in your room before we begin swordplay."
Isyc nodded, and placed his sword on the ground carefully, before hurrying over to Remt and scooping him up. "It's ok, Remt, everything's fine. We're just playing. It's a game!"
Remoth gave Isyc an odd look, and Isyc shook his head. "It's fine, don't worry so much. Go on upstairs." Isyc placed his firelizard on the ground, who complacently hurried up the basement steps and leaped onto Isyc's cot, where he curled up and slept.
"Well, now we can get back to practice."
"Yessir." Isyc said. He picked up his sword and head it at the ready.
"Alright, Isyc, let's try this again. Try and hit me like this..."
And so, the training went on.
Character
Name: Isyc
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Origin: Domagoth Cothold, south of Monaco Bay Hold
Appearance: Isyc prefers dark colored clothing, wearing black a black shirt and a pair of blue cotton slacks, with a set of white pants and shirt, sand-stained by the bleak enviroment the farmers settled on,for special occasions, and a set of beige farming clothes consisting of shirt, pants, and overalls, but other then that, he's got nothing in the way of clothing, his family so poor. His forehead is covered by his thick brown hair, constantly falling into his hazel eyes [with pigments of brown and green, making an odd yellow color]. He stands at 5'6", weighing about 100 pounds. Living and working on farmland with his father, he is fit, but not ripped, and though he is strong and quick, he's not the brightest on the block.
Isyc prides himself in his hair, however long it may grow, and refuses to cut it, but it pretty much has stopped growing, with the bangs just below his eyes, resting on the bridge of his nose. His nose, speaking of which, is smaller then average, but not grotesquley so. His face has only just begun to grow the stubble hairs on the end of his chin that will one day suffice as a beard. His face is not wide, but not thin, either, and his cheekbones remain unseen beneath the flesh of his face.
Family:
Farem [Father]
Tall, tanned, muscular man with a thick beard hanging from his face, a skilled farmer, who's only valuable posessions are two blades passed down from his father. Where his father obtained it, not even Farem knows.
Kareen [Mother, deceased]
Beautiful, fair-skinned woman, wandered into town one day, injured and not a penny to her name, when she met Farem.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Innocent and decent natured, the child Isyc liked nothing more then helping people. It gave him a feeling of happiness and inner peace, almost. But, as overwhelming as his kindness can be, he can often be misled into doing things that arn't right, but over the years he's begun to learn to gaurd his emotions and do his best to stay out of situations that can cause these sorts of problems, and when caught in said situations, where he's pressured to choose, he may crack under the pressure and just run. Or fight. Though, he'd be more likely to run, because, for one thing, he hates harming other people unless absolutely necessary,and for another thing, he likes to run. He likes to have the wind blowing around him as he runs as fast as he can, it puts him at ease, relaxes his stress, and makes him feel comfortable; as such, he loves to race. His love of raceing created a competitive nature within him, and so he takes interest in a wide variety of competitive games. A direct result of this causes a sort of need to wind, an ambitious need to be better then others that nearly opposites his good will toward all.
Hobbies/Skills: His father, a simple farmer by appearence, liked to take his son Isyc down into the basement and teach him the basics of swordplay. His father has two swords, an iron shortsword and an iron longsword. Isyc, of course, was taught to use the shortsword. Isyc also has taken up a hobbies in sparring and collecting things.
Any things.
Pets: Brown Firelizard - Remt, 1 foot 9 inches.
Isyc found Remt in the forest one day, when he was ten.
History: Isyc, son of Farem and Kareen, was born in Domagath Cothold, to the south of Monaco Bay Hold. His father had taken up swordsmanship, as a hobby, but around the Cothold they had lived, he was called the Swordsman of Domagath. As a joke, of course. When his father met his mother, she was a stranger who had wandered in, not a penny to her name. Farem took in Kareen, and after a short while, they were wed, and hade a child Isyc.
But Kareen held a secret. Only a year after Isyc's birth, a group of men and women arrived, four in all. They began to hang around the cothold, watching the daily movements of everyone there, until they saw Kareen. They recognized her, of course, because they had been the ones to injure Kareen. Kareen had been a member of their travelling brigande gang, when she tried to escape, she was attacked and chased away from camp. They bumrushed the village, waving weapons in the air. They attacked Kareen inparticular. The farmers in the simple cothold had retreated to their homes, but Kareen and Farem were left outside.
Only Farem made it out of the fight alive. The village grieved over the loss of their newest neighbor, save for Isyc, and for a long time the world that was Domagath Cothold was in a somber and gloomy state. For five years, Domagath Cothold was silent, and with it, Isyc grew. His father kept him indoors as often as he could.
When Isyc turned six, Farem finally let the boy out. Supervised, indeed, but outside. And the child loved it. He walked up to people and would help them with their daily chores, for no reason whatsoever, and would recieve no payment for the deeds, simply walk on over to the next neighbor and help them, too. And so it was like this for the rest of Isyc's stay there.
When Isyc was twelve, he ventured out into the forest with a fellow from the cothold, on an errand to gather fire wood. Eventually they made it through the forest, and came upon the beach, south of the Cothold. Isaac immideatly spotted a clutch of eggs and inquired as to what they were doing there.
"Firelizard eggs," the man said, "Go on, take one." Isaac complied, and when it hatched, he was immideatly in love with the creature, to be named Remt.
Color Prefence: Brown
Sample RP:
"Very good. Again!" Farem commanded. He held the longsword in both hands, the point facing his son, Isyc as he held the handle down by his hips. Isyc nodded and, as his father had wished, rushed foreward with his own weapon, swinging it with both hands from the ground, up and across at his father's chest.
His father, however, blocked and countered the attack in one fluid movement, twisting his arms until the point of the sword aimed at the ground, and the hilt was up above his head. Isyc's sword clattered against the blade of the longsword noisely. Remt raised his heads from his curled-up position and made hissed. Farem looked at the brown firelizard and shook his head.
"Go tend to him, Isyc, he's worried for you," Farem told his son, "and next time leave him in your room before we begin swordplay."
Isyc nodded, and placed his sword on the ground carefully, before hurrying over to Remt and scooping him up. "It's ok, Remt, everything's fine. We're just playing. It's a game!"
Remoth gave Isyc an odd look, and Isyc shook his head. "It's fine, don't worry so much. Go on upstairs." Isyc placed his firelizard on the ground, who complacently hurried up the basement steps and leaped onto Isyc's cot, where he curled up and slept.
"Well, now we can get back to practice."
"Yessir." Isyc said. He picked up his sword and head it at the ready.
"Alright, Isyc, let's try this again. Try and hit me like this..."
And so, the training went on.
