Post by Elf Prince Tekkarro on May 12, 2010 22:14:48 GMT -5
Name: James Tekkarro
Age: 16
Race: Elf
Physical Description: A lean, tall young man. Coming in at about 6 feet and weighing around 150 lbs. Long black hair that glistens like a midnight shroud droops across his face and lays about lazily on his shoulders. His eyes are an icey blue that pierce like the tip of a glacier and his skin is far paler then most of his kind. He is usually found wearing a custom set of black leather armor, specifically made for speed and stealth, covering him from head to toe. Wielding only his lucky sword, Feruay. The hilt is crafted from platinum, while the blade is a glistening silver, blessed by a local priest from his old kingdom. Jewels adorn the hilt while bloodstains frequently clash against the shining blade. A small leather pouch hangs from a chain around his waist, holding several items "just in case."
Personality: Being still very much a youth in the eyes of everyone, he has thingyy arrogance of childhood still burning behind him. He may come about as serious, but when warmed up to can be really quite intelligent, and a sense of humor and wit to match.
History: James was once an Elven prince, but after his father died and his brother mysteriously disappeared, James fled in fear of the sudden responsibilty. Not knowing what to do or what would happen to him, he merely traveled west, hoping to find his destiny. After coming upon a group of bandits along the road, he discovered how interesting a life of adventure could be. Knowing one of the few ways to make a living in a rough world is to become a mercenary, and so he became a well trained sword for hire. But no matter how far away James may run, a dark secret form his past will always trail, a part of him not even he knows completely about.
Age: 16
Race: Elf
Physical Description: A lean, tall young man. Coming in at about 6 feet and weighing around 150 lbs. Long black hair that glistens like a midnight shroud droops across his face and lays about lazily on his shoulders. His eyes are an icey blue that pierce like the tip of a glacier and his skin is far paler then most of his kind. He is usually found wearing a custom set of black leather armor, specifically made for speed and stealth, covering him from head to toe. Wielding only his lucky sword, Feruay. The hilt is crafted from platinum, while the blade is a glistening silver, blessed by a local priest from his old kingdom. Jewels adorn the hilt while bloodstains frequently clash against the shining blade. A small leather pouch hangs from a chain around his waist, holding several items "just in case."
Personality: Being still very much a youth in the eyes of everyone, he has thingyy arrogance of childhood still burning behind him. He may come about as serious, but when warmed up to can be really quite intelligent, and a sense of humor and wit to match.
History: James was once an Elven prince, but after his father died and his brother mysteriously disappeared, James fled in fear of the sudden responsibilty. Not knowing what to do or what would happen to him, he merely traveled west, hoping to find his destiny. After coming upon a group of bandits along the road, he discovered how interesting a life of adventure could be. Knowing one of the few ways to make a living in a rough world is to become a mercenary, and so he became a well trained sword for hire. But no matter how far away James may run, a dark secret form his past will always trail, a part of him not even he knows completely about.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.