Post by Ariel on Aug 27, 2010 0:23:36 GMT -5
Ariel Gray
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the basics,
»»character full name: Ariel Desmond Gray
»»age: 28
»»sexual orientation:Heterosexual
»»Alignment: Dark
»»Position: Knight
»»Magic: Light
the appearance,
»»eyes: Blue
»»markings: His body is a tapestry of scars from his short time as a knight. He has one tattoo in the center of his back that is hard to distinguish due to the scar tissue, but it is actually his family crest.
»»height: 5' 11"
»»weight: 177lbs
»»general appearance: Ariel has never been overweight or particularly unhealthy, however since joining the military he has managed to put a substantial amount of muscle onto his formerly thin frame. At one hundred and seventy-some pounds the five-foot eleven inches elf has a moderate amount of lean muscle, which is expected considering he never truly stops training. Thanks to his extensive experience in combat Ariel has a number of noticeable scars. The first and most notable is a long, very faint scar that runs from his temple towards the tip of his chin. It was actually created when he was only seven and got into a fencing match with his best friend Thomas. Fencing with real rapiers as opposed to the training ones they were supposed to be using ended up having some very permenant consequences, as evident by the jagged scar on his face. Over the years the scar faded into what it is today. The second scar occurred when he was sixteen during a training scenario against an opponent using flame based magic. Ariel was supposed to use a shield to block the flames, and instead got his entire forearm charred to near ruin. His right arm still bears the marks of that mistake.
As far as clothing is concerned Ariel really doesn’t have much fashion sense, which he never thought would be an issue in the Military. All he typically wears is his armor, or a lighter more casual cotton based garments. He doesn't dress fancy, and his tatstes are spartan by design. It is after all, hard to corrupt a man, who seemingly has no desires beyond serving faithfully. His hair is kept short in a standard military cut and is gray white in complexion.
the personality,
»»likes:
Heights
Music
Meditation
Honorable Opponents
»»dislikes:
Noisy People
Dark Elves
Ambushes
Long Range Battles
Mounted Combat
»»strengths: Focus - Ariel's training allows him to enter a mental state of extreme focus, or as his father said, no-mindedness. It allows him to push all other thoughts from his mind and focus on a single task. Whether this is channeling magic with one hadn while fighting with the other, or preparing to counter incoming blows, when given time to prepare for a confrontation, Ariel can stand toe to toe with the most dangerous of adversaries.
Endurance - Ariel has been beaten more then a few times in his life, and has developed a tolerance for pain most people can't begin to understand. Whether it be broken bones, or heavy blood loss, Ariel just seems to keep on going through it all. He isn't invincible, just stubborn.
»»weaknesses: Terrible Marksman - Despite posessing great focus Ariel has never been inclined to study or practice the archery. He spent so much time practicing swordsmanship and spellwork, that he never took the time to learn spells. As a result when he did attempt it, he performed terribley. Rather than make a fool of himself he has given up learning spells.
Loss of Faith - He is losing faith both in Andarial, as well as the path his life has taken. Whether or not this can be fixed by anything other than an execution remains to be seen. As such he doesn't trust his allies, and as such will rarely work with groups.
Not Charming - He has never been very good with woman, so anything that requires a softer touch then a dagger is likley beyond his area of expertise.
»»general personality: He has seen some fairly horrible things in his short time as a Knight, but those have yet to damage his innocent and arguably naïve opinion of the world. Just because bad things happen to him, and to people around him, is no excuse for him to act in kind. He follows orders, plain and simple. In his mind it is not so much what he does that determines right from wrong, but in whose name it is being done. He has never really hated anyone in his life, no matter how good a reason he may have had. In fact, in his youth his kind and forgiving nature had long convinced his father that he was weak, and needed toughening up. A fact which only made him hide his emotions to the point that many people have called him a sociopath. In all honesty Ariel experiences emotions like anyone else, he gets riled up and spiteful, he gets sad and remorseful, he even tries to crack corny jokes, though his dry wit is usually makes them hard to identify. Unlike most people however he tries actively to control his emotions, weighing his words before he says them. Of course the fact that he spends so much time in his own head rarely works in his favor.
Like most people patience is not one of Ariel's greatest virtues. He can wait in ambush sure, but when he has to sit around without motive or direction he gets as antsy as an elementary school student with A.D.D. He plays with an old silver coin he keeps on his person at all times, trying to flip it and catch it on the back of his hand. If sitting he will run the full gambit of positions trying to get comfortable but he will never start a conversation. Ariel is very spiritual, believing that a greater power dictates the fate of himself, and others.
Years of abuse at the hands of people larger and better trained then himself, have conditioned him to veil his anger or antipathy least it be used as an excuse to hurt him further. He isn’t insolent or submissive, merely defiantly silent. Of course, whenever the cause of his anger is no longer within view he will usually take it out on anything within punching distance. He has a habit of hiding behind smiles, and trying to cheer up his friends and comrades. Whenever something is really eating away at him he gets quiet and sullen and usually tries to get as far away from people as possible. He rarely stands up for himself in front of a superior, but refuses to treat anyone under his command with anything but respect. Assuming they are functioning they way the are supposed to. Lately, with all that has happened he is beginning to question his blind faithfullness to Andarial Featherstone. Whie betrayal is far from his mind, he is beginning to recognize the brutality of his orders as being, excessive. For the first time in a long while he has begun to question the motives behind his orders, which is a truly dangerous thing for a soldier to do.
the history,
»»mother: Nephrun Gray
»»father: Tellmin Gray
»»siblings: none
»»others: none
»»background: The Gray family had served the Featherstone family since before any of their ancestors could remember. They had a reputation not just for their continual service in the Kings military, but also as trustworthy and loyal vassals. By the time Ariel was born, the Gray family had served in the Royal Guards for two generations, a tradition that his father made sure Ariel had no choice but tp follow. All his life Ariel's identity wasn't one of the kind young elf he was. Instead, it was an identity of a future soldier. His life was one destined for service, and while other children were busy playing, he and his father were preparing for war. He was trained extensively in hand to hand combat and swordsmanship, but could never grasp the mechanics behind marksmanship.
His failures, of which there were many, were punished. Sometimes more severaly then was warrented. When he was old enough he enlisted into the miltary as a squire, and served a knight of moderate standing for several years before becoming knighted himself. A few years of stellar service later and he was promoted into the Royal Guard. Life was going, as planned. He knew several women but none that left any lasting impressions. His life was defined by his loyalty, and in short, belonged to the woman he had sworn to defend against all threats.
Ariel had known of his charges interest in forbidden magic, but could say nothing to dissuade her, for the simple fact that it was not his place to question the actions of royalty, because he had sworn to serve her. Even when she snuck into her fathers room. Even when she became the dark Queen the world knows today. Even when he had to kill the other guard that had been assigned to Andarial. His hand didn't hesitate to slip the blade between his comrades ribs, because he had sworn an oath to protect his charge. Protect her against all threats, foriegn and domestic. Ariel had seen war before, had killed and maimedi n the name of the crown, but never had he seen so much bloodshed as he had during his time serving with the dark elves. Many followers came to her in the early days of her reign, begging to be transformed into dark ones. Except for Ariel. One of the only elves under Andarials rule to not be transformed into a dark elf. As such, he has been sent on several recon missions, as well as fought on the front lines of literally every major battle Andarial has waged. While he doubts Andarial questions his loyalty, he has noticed that he is no longer in charge of her personal security, forced instead to serve in different capacity. One far from home.
the player,
»»alias: Gideon
»»age: 22
»»contact: pm on here sucka, or chatango (GideonL)
»»rp sample:
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" A soldier is he whose blood makes the glory of their Queen. On my dying breath will not a question as to my worth be asked. In service, we lead worthy lives "
the basics,
»»character full name: Ariel Desmond Gray
»»age: 28
»»sexual orientation:Heterosexual
»»Alignment: Dark
»»Position: Knight
»»Magic: Light
the appearance,
»»eyes: Blue
»»markings: His body is a tapestry of scars from his short time as a knight. He has one tattoo in the center of his back that is hard to distinguish due to the scar tissue, but it is actually his family crest.
»»height: 5' 11"
»»weight: 177lbs
»»general appearance: Ariel has never been overweight or particularly unhealthy, however since joining the military he has managed to put a substantial amount of muscle onto his formerly thin frame. At one hundred and seventy-some pounds the five-foot eleven inches elf has a moderate amount of lean muscle, which is expected considering he never truly stops training. Thanks to his extensive experience in combat Ariel has a number of noticeable scars. The first and most notable is a long, very faint scar that runs from his temple towards the tip of his chin. It was actually created when he was only seven and got into a fencing match with his best friend Thomas. Fencing with real rapiers as opposed to the training ones they were supposed to be using ended up having some very permenant consequences, as evident by the jagged scar on his face. Over the years the scar faded into what it is today. The second scar occurred when he was sixteen during a training scenario against an opponent using flame based magic. Ariel was supposed to use a shield to block the flames, and instead got his entire forearm charred to near ruin. His right arm still bears the marks of that mistake.
As far as clothing is concerned Ariel really doesn’t have much fashion sense, which he never thought would be an issue in the Military. All he typically wears is his armor, or a lighter more casual cotton based garments. He doesn't dress fancy, and his tatstes are spartan by design. It is after all, hard to corrupt a man, who seemingly has no desires beyond serving faithfully. His hair is kept short in a standard military cut and is gray white in complexion.
the personality,
»»likes:
Heights
Music
Meditation
Honorable Opponents
»»dislikes:
Noisy People
Dark Elves
Ambushes
Long Range Battles
Mounted Combat
»»strengths: Focus - Ariel's training allows him to enter a mental state of extreme focus, or as his father said, no-mindedness. It allows him to push all other thoughts from his mind and focus on a single task. Whether this is channeling magic with one hadn while fighting with the other, or preparing to counter incoming blows, when given time to prepare for a confrontation, Ariel can stand toe to toe with the most dangerous of adversaries.
Endurance - Ariel has been beaten more then a few times in his life, and has developed a tolerance for pain most people can't begin to understand. Whether it be broken bones, or heavy blood loss, Ariel just seems to keep on going through it all. He isn't invincible, just stubborn.
»»weaknesses: Terrible Marksman - Despite posessing great focus Ariel has never been inclined to study or practice the archery. He spent so much time practicing swordsmanship and spellwork, that he never took the time to learn spells. As a result when he did attempt it, he performed terribley. Rather than make a fool of himself he has given up learning spells.
Loss of Faith - He is losing faith both in Andarial, as well as the path his life has taken. Whether or not this can be fixed by anything other than an execution remains to be seen. As such he doesn't trust his allies, and as such will rarely work with groups.
Not Charming - He has never been very good with woman, so anything that requires a softer touch then a dagger is likley beyond his area of expertise.
»»general personality: He has seen some fairly horrible things in his short time as a Knight, but those have yet to damage his innocent and arguably naïve opinion of the world. Just because bad things happen to him, and to people around him, is no excuse for him to act in kind. He follows orders, plain and simple. In his mind it is not so much what he does that determines right from wrong, but in whose name it is being done. He has never really hated anyone in his life, no matter how good a reason he may have had. In fact, in his youth his kind and forgiving nature had long convinced his father that he was weak, and needed toughening up. A fact which only made him hide his emotions to the point that many people have called him a sociopath. In all honesty Ariel experiences emotions like anyone else, he gets riled up and spiteful, he gets sad and remorseful, he even tries to crack corny jokes, though his dry wit is usually makes them hard to identify. Unlike most people however he tries actively to control his emotions, weighing his words before he says them. Of course the fact that he spends so much time in his own head rarely works in his favor.
Like most people patience is not one of Ariel's greatest virtues. He can wait in ambush sure, but when he has to sit around without motive or direction he gets as antsy as an elementary school student with A.D.D. He plays with an old silver coin he keeps on his person at all times, trying to flip it and catch it on the back of his hand. If sitting he will run the full gambit of positions trying to get comfortable but he will never start a conversation. Ariel is very spiritual, believing that a greater power dictates the fate of himself, and others.
Years of abuse at the hands of people larger and better trained then himself, have conditioned him to veil his anger or antipathy least it be used as an excuse to hurt him further. He isn’t insolent or submissive, merely defiantly silent. Of course, whenever the cause of his anger is no longer within view he will usually take it out on anything within punching distance. He has a habit of hiding behind smiles, and trying to cheer up his friends and comrades. Whenever something is really eating away at him he gets quiet and sullen and usually tries to get as far away from people as possible. He rarely stands up for himself in front of a superior, but refuses to treat anyone under his command with anything but respect. Assuming they are functioning they way the are supposed to. Lately, with all that has happened he is beginning to question his blind faithfullness to Andarial Featherstone. Whie betrayal is far from his mind, he is beginning to recognize the brutality of his orders as being, excessive. For the first time in a long while he has begun to question the motives behind his orders, which is a truly dangerous thing for a soldier to do.
the history,
»»mother: Nephrun Gray
»»father: Tellmin Gray
»»siblings: none
»»others: none
»»background: The Gray family had served the Featherstone family since before any of their ancestors could remember. They had a reputation not just for their continual service in the Kings military, but also as trustworthy and loyal vassals. By the time Ariel was born, the Gray family had served in the Royal Guards for two generations, a tradition that his father made sure Ariel had no choice but tp follow. All his life Ariel's identity wasn't one of the kind young elf he was. Instead, it was an identity of a future soldier. His life was one destined for service, and while other children were busy playing, he and his father were preparing for war. He was trained extensively in hand to hand combat and swordsmanship, but could never grasp the mechanics behind marksmanship.
His failures, of which there were many, were punished. Sometimes more severaly then was warrented. When he was old enough he enlisted into the miltary as a squire, and served a knight of moderate standing for several years before becoming knighted himself. A few years of stellar service later and he was promoted into the Royal Guard. Life was going, as planned. He knew several women but none that left any lasting impressions. His life was defined by his loyalty, and in short, belonged to the woman he had sworn to defend against all threats.
Ariel had known of his charges interest in forbidden magic, but could say nothing to dissuade her, for the simple fact that it was not his place to question the actions of royalty, because he had sworn to serve her. Even when she snuck into her fathers room. Even when she became the dark Queen the world knows today. Even when he had to kill the other guard that had been assigned to Andarial. His hand didn't hesitate to slip the blade between his comrades ribs, because he had sworn an oath to protect his charge. Protect her against all threats, foriegn and domestic. Ariel had seen war before, had killed and maimedi n the name of the crown, but never had he seen so much bloodshed as he had during his time serving with the dark elves. Many followers came to her in the early days of her reign, begging to be transformed into dark ones. Except for Ariel. One of the only elves under Andarials rule to not be transformed into a dark elf. As such, he has been sent on several recon missions, as well as fought on the front lines of literally every major battle Andarial has waged. While he doubts Andarial questions his loyalty, he has noticed that he is no longer in charge of her personal security, forced instead to serve in different capacity. One far from home.
the player,
»»alias: Gideon
»»age: 22
»»contact: pm on here sucka, or chatango (GideonL)
»»rp sample:
Wealth. Michael had never been, by any stretch of the imagination a wealthy person. Lack of funds it seemed, was just an unfortunate circumstance of his existence. Of course that didn't mean he couldn't afford the necessities of life. He only worked four days a week, but the money he earned at the Ear was more than enough to pay his bills, and even keep food on his table, so what else could he possibly hope for. Well for one, a new t-shirt. His white t-shirt had seen better days, and more then a few bar brawls, the latter of which was evident by the old bloodstains spattered here and there across the t-shirts surface. Most of it, nearly all of it, belonged to somebody else, but it was beginning to look indecent. People weren't asking him if he was injured yet, but he caught more then a few sidelong glances in his direction. Fortunately, cheap t-shirts weren't exactly a rare commodity in Niwa, and it didn't take long for him to spy a store that just so happened to carry what he needed. And the girl behind the register wasn't hard to look at either.
Michael wasn't a creeper, or a stalker, or any other morally bankrupt individual that would typically warrant the disdain of the fairer sex. Of course you wouldn't know it by looking at him. His five o'clock shadow would have been better suited on a lumberjack, and his worn jeans and bloody t-shirt made him more than a little suspect. It was obvious he didn't have money, and it was obvious that most of his attention was on the pretty cashier. A calloused hand ran through his unwashed hair as he tried to get his mind focused on what he had come for, clothing, but it kept wandering back to a topic far less wholesome.
I must look like crap. he realized after a few moments. There was no way any girl, much less an attractive one, would give him so much as the time of day. So why bother making a fool of himself? It was the typical self defeating attitude that had come to plague Michael since his return. Put him on a battlefield, and he worked like a machine, unafraid, untroubled, but put him around women, and you would be lucky to get him to make a coherent sentence consisting of anything more then monosyllabic grunts.
"I would have made a great caveman," he said under his breath as he riffled through a clothing rack full of cheap t-shirts.
Michael wasn't a creeper, or a stalker, or any other morally bankrupt individual that would typically warrant the disdain of the fairer sex. Of course you wouldn't know it by looking at him. His five o'clock shadow would have been better suited on a lumberjack, and his worn jeans and bloody t-shirt made him more than a little suspect. It was obvious he didn't have money, and it was obvious that most of his attention was on the pretty cashier. A calloused hand ran through his unwashed hair as he tried to get his mind focused on what he had come for, clothing, but it kept wandering back to a topic far less wholesome.
I must look like crap. he realized after a few moments. There was no way any girl, much less an attractive one, would give him so much as the time of day. So why bother making a fool of himself? It was the typical self defeating attitude that had come to plague Michael since his return. Put him on a battlefield, and he worked like a machine, unafraid, untroubled, but put him around women, and you would be lucky to get him to make a coherent sentence consisting of anything more then monosyllabic grunts.
"I would have made a great caveman," he said under his breath as he riffled through a clothing rack full of cheap t-shirts.
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