Post by Vyran Tidale on Jan 5, 2008 18:08:18 GMT
Dig out your true colors:
What we can call you: Blade
Age: 22
How long have you been Roleplaying for? years
Preferred contact:PM
What we can call you: Blade
Age: 22
How long have you been Roleplaying for? years
Preferred contact:PM
I say, look at those ears:
Full Name:Vyran Tidale
Nicknames: Black Lotus
Age: 980
Gender: Male
Type: Cannon
Race: Night Elf Mohawk... or really just an Elf.. if you prefer to be boring about it
Status: Night Elf Mohawk, aka Rogue
Likes: [5+]
Blood
Carnage
Mayhem
Death
Power
Dislikes: [5+]
harmony
niceness
mercy
flowers
cuteness
Fears: [3+]
loving another
smoke
fear itself
Hair:Black
Eyes:Dark orange
Height:6'4
Weight: 185 lbs
Other: [This is things like scars, tattoos and piercings.]
Picture:
Brief Personality: Vyran Tidale has what one would call a volatile personality. The only problem is, that none really know his personality. He doesn't let anyone get close to him, and if they do its all a set up and he ends up stabbing them in the back. So one, to find out the true personality of this beast would have to observe him from a distance.
Vyran is cold towards all that cross his path. On the off chance that the man would actually talk to someone, there isn't much that he has to say. Small talk isn't one of his fortes and he isn't one to give it a try either. All of these things add up to a bad apple for a character, but for battle they all add up to greatness. His ruthlessness allows him not to take mercy on his opponent and all swings are meant to kill.
Brief History: Life wasn't always this way for Vyran. At one point he was actually the prince of a great elven tribe. Back in the warring days of the elven tribes, before one took power over the rest. This left the rest of the elven nations to pledge their allegiance to the one. Many submitted but Vyran's stood its ground. They were known as fierce fighters, maybe one of the most feared tribes ever. The two nations fought countless battles, each time Vyran's was pushed back a little more until it was time for their last stand.
The last stand was in their home lands, a place that they had to protect with their lives. The battle was a great one, however it was all for naught. The nation crumbled and the tribe died, all except for Vyran. Seeing the outcome of the battle, he had vanished from the fight, refusing to die or become a servant. He now lives his life in the woods, alone and vengeful, waiting for the right moment to take revenge for his fallen nation and his entire tribe.
Roleplay Sample:
The woods were quiet, maybe all to quiet as there were no sounds being made. But soon there was rustling in the leaves and a deer darted off. Something had obviously startled it for it to move like that, but nothing could be seen. That is if you only looked on the ground. The greater threats always remained up in the trees until the last moment and thats when it happened.
A man leaped out of the trees, onto the back of the deer and thats when it came out. A long blade from a sheath on the man's lower back to slit the throat of the deer. After the job was done, he leaped off and waited for the deer to give up and die. Slowly Vyran walked to the deer and grabbed it by its hind legs and dragged it across the wood floor, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Everyone had to eat, and this was his meal for the day.
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