IP: 96.237.22.71
Posted on May 27, 2010 at 01:05:29 AM by Déor
*Name: Déor
**Gender: Male
**Appearance: Olive/tan skin, mainly from the sun. Green eyes, dark brown hair.
*Age: 19
*Personality: Quiet, introverted, intelligent, discovering his bravery, strength and courage. Extremely gifted in crafting. High attention to detail and perfection.
*History: he spend the majority of his life in a small village with his mother, father, sister, and brother. He was the older, but felt subordinate to his younger brother who was a spitting image of his father. He spend much of his time hunting, crafting, and learning whatever he could about nature, the earth, and the solar system.
*Sample post: There wasn’t much I could do, but stand there and watch the flames climb towards the heavens. Everyone I had ever loved was gone in nearly a blink of an eye, a single heart beat, and it was as if the blade of all existence was piercing my very soul. I have never felt so much angst and torment as I do this very moment… If I had a single source of power I’d wipe the crust right off this earth, right down to the boiling core of hot lava. It was as if everything inside my body felt like the hot core of the earth, bubbling, and boiling, waiting to explode and reap havoc.
My mother, and sister, and little brother, were all gone. My father saved me from the burning flames before he rushed back in for the others. I should be grateful he saved his oldest son, but all I feel is guilt. The stirs of emotions are haunting my every bone. I’d would rather him save my mother, or sister, or my little brother. Why me? I won’t do anything significant in life, there is no way I could ever be as noble, brave, and strong as my father. My little brother was just like him, strength, courage, charm. My sister, beautiful as the heavens, her hair soft, flowing and elegant, and my mother was the core of our family. I… am…. was the misfit. I feel no connection with the elements like my siblings, I lack the courage of my father, my charm is awkward and practically non existent… I sit on the cold stone of earth watching the flames light the sky across the terrain. It burned my future, and sol existence in seconds… the flames danced, sang, and laughed as I watched my life slip away into ashes. My chest was heavy with a sigh that could not be released. I held a small blade tightly in my palm; it was merely a crafting blade I used back in the village with my father. It would kill an animal or a man, but it was not intended for that use. At this point, it was all I had left to link my family, and my life.
*Anything else you wish to include: he is still developing as a character.
**Your player name: Sam.C
**How you found out about us (only required if joining for first time): On..Elanthia
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- accepted - By Merlin May 27, 2010 at 01:31:16 AM
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