Post by Tor Elagen on Jan 13, 2008 0:48:05 GMT
Dig out your true colors:
What we can call you: Amber
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying for? 4 years
Preferred contact:PM
What we can call you: Amber
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying for? 4 years
Preferred contact:PM
I say, look at those ears:
Full Name: Tor Elagen
Nicknames: Tor, Gen
Age: 1,499
Gender: I hope I'm male.....
Type: Cannon
Race: Elf
Status: Royalty. Prince.
Likes: [5+]
+Fighting
+Women
+Riding
+Singing, surprisingly
+Being Prince
Dislikes: [5+]
-Drinking
-Disloyalty
-Being Bored
-Rudeness
-
Fears: [3+]
=Being alone
=Dieing Alone
=Not being loved.
Hair: Black and curly
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6' 2''
Weight: 178 lbs
Other: None!
Picture:
Brief Personality: My personality? Well, lets see. Im a hardass. I like to do things my way and my way only. I will listen to other people's ideas and opinions, even follow out with what they want, but I prefer my way. I'm fair tempered, and very level headed. I rarely ever lose my temper. Mostly.
Im a very nice young man. I like to help people, and do so every chance I get. Im not much of a Prince to be honest, as Im always out with the commeners working. I can be a very good assest or your worst nightmare, so take your pick. I hold a mean grudge. I have lived almost two centuries and am very formiddable, so dont let me loveliness sidetrack you.
I can kill without any regret, and have done so many times. I love to sing, and you can catch me in the gardens singing my weapons from trees. Which is good, because then they are the strongest. So kiss my ass. All in all, Im like a bullet ready to explode. So get ready to rock...
Brief History: I was born in the Saleria Woods almost two thousand years ago. As part of the royal family, I was given special treatment. As in, I was given everything I ever wanted, and I couldn't go anywhere without an escort. Yipee. Growing up, I was always into trouble. There was never a dull moment while spending time with me. I found refuge from my royal life with the commoner boys. They always let me in their games, and didn't let me win on purpose, they treated me like on of them.
When I was a teenager, as in, about one hundred or so years old, I was given my first sword and horse. This was when training intensified for me. I was put alongside my older brother and we were taught how to defend ourselves from anything that came our way, whether it be dwarf, fairy, or even another elf.
When I became a man, I left my common friends. I had to do things back home at the palace. Not that I wanted to, mind you, but I sort of had to. I had to take command of my own army. Of course my brother was right beside me, and that was always fun. We always got along, and we were sort of inseperable. This always made life fun, as we never had to be alone.
One day a battle came and I was gravely injured. A rogue group of fairies and dwarves attacked my battalion while we were setting up camp, and I was run through by a sword. Near death, I was dragged back to my tent and waited upon. I have no scar from that battle, but I do have my brother to thank for helping me.
I was always full of life and energy, always doing good for those who needed it, and was always the vocie for those who could not have one. I have come to be the man I am today from the actions I took as a boy.
Roleplay Sample:
Tor shifted fervently in his sleep, his closed eyes shifting hurriedly underneath his eyelids. In his sleep he was dreaming, dreaming of the beautiful girl. The sister of the high Priestess. Her laughter, her voice, her body, her mind. She was intelligent beyond belief. A smile played wide across his face, and then a noise outside his dream sent him sprawling to the floor.
Sitting on the hard wood, he rubbed his face with an open hand, yawning and stretching. The sun was barely above the horizon and already his brother was banging outside his room, yelling for him to get up. Growling he stood and shouted out to him that he would be there in a minute.
Pulling on his pants and tunic, he buttoned his chest armor over the tunic and belted his sword to his back, letting his tiger claws hang on his belt. Pulling on his boots he ran to his bathroom and glanced down at the bucket of cold water. Of course, the maid wasn't up yet, so he couldnt wash his face with warm water. Growling again, he cupped some cold water into his palms and threw it on his face. Drying it with a towel, he ran out to meet his brother.
Chase clapped his heavily on his back as he emerged from his room. Laughing, his voice boomed out.
You old dog, you would wake me up at this wretched time. Together they walked out to the sparring yard and they each drew their swords. They were evenly matched at this, and rarely ever got hurt. Even if they did, they healed fast enough. Tor went into stance and swung his blade about in one hand, waiting for Chase's move.
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