Post by Chase Elagen on Jan 12, 2008 7:39:31 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: Chase Elagen
Nicknames: none
Age: 1512
Gender: Male
Type: As canon as you can get
Race: Elf
Status: Prince
Likes: [5+]
Vanima
Fighting
Training
Royalty
Tor
Dislikes: [5+]
Night Elf Mohawk
Boring Days
Rainy days
Being alone
Losing a fight
Fears: [3+]
Dying Alone
Losing someone close
Not being loved
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Light Brown
Height: 5’9
Weight: 185 pounds
Other: Earrings in both ears, tattoo on his back of a hawk
Picture:
Brief Personality: Chase is a pretty open and easy going guy. Not many things can irritate or aggravate him to the point where he would retaliate with force. He usually knows what he wants, and will strive to do his best to achieve that goal. Chase is never one to back away from a new person and will normally be more than happy to introduce himself and show them around, though he doesn’t always add in the fact that he’s a prince. He is happier being known as a trainer than one of royalty though he would never shirk away from his duties as one.
During battle, regardless if it’s a spar or a life or death situation, Chase is not one to go for a killing blow. He will incapacitate his foe to the point where they will lose the will to fight. But don’t take that as a weakness as he will kill if he has to and there is no other way around it. He isn’t really big on taunting his enemy either as he feels that is just a show to cover up a weakness that he might have.
Brief History: Growing up as the older brother, Chase spent a lot of time trying to steal his parent’s attention away from Tor. He had often trained with a sword and a spear, trying to best the younger in at least something. He might not have been the most poetic or graceful one of the two, but he was always the more skilled in combat. Because of this, he often traveled around, especially when he was older, not having to worry about an escort or the likes. During one of his travels, Chase met up with an elven princess, Princess Vanima Wilwarne.
From that day, the princess had never left his mind as he found himself infatuated with her. She had beauty, brains and could somewhat take care of herself. Of course that wasn’t until a little training from him. But Chase has never told Vanima his true feelings, afraid that she wouldn’t feel the same way. Instead he has to cover up his feelings and treat her as if she is just another friend and another beautiful face. But one day he will tell her, he will face his fear and tell her how he feels about her, hoping that she feels the same way.
Roleplay Sample: It was just another day to Chase. He was in the training grounds with a few of the soldiers going over spear techniques. His spear was a decorative one, golden along the shaft with an eagle on the blunt end. The bladed end was serrated and had a slightly hooked point. The targets at the time were bails of hay and the lesson was evasive maneuvers while attacking. However this was frustrating the elven prince because of his students’ failure to grasp the concept.
After a while longer of the failures coming from the other men, Chase dismissed them and stayed on the training grounds by himself. Holding his spear in his hands, he turned to the hay dummy and thrust his spear into the painted target, piercing it. The pierce wasn’t the part that hurt, it was when he pulled out the spear and as he pulled it out, hay began to fly every where as it was caught in the serrated edges. Soon thoughts of Vanima came into his head and brought a slight smile to his face as he leaned against the eagle on the spear after thrusting it into the ground.
The thoughts were happy ones as he remembered training her how to fight, so that she could fend for herself. Then he wondered when he was ever going to see her again and sighed to himself knowing that the chances of that were very unlikely. Pushing those thoughts into the back of his head, Chase looked to the dummy once more before turning and walking back inside, ready to bathe a bit and relax in his room.
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