Post by kh on Jan 16, 2011 14:13:30 GMT -5
Here goes nothing...
Name: Enat Chandler
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Stand at: 6'3-ish
Looks:
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Enat has dirty blond hair, darker near the front, lightens up in the back, with a few darkened splotches of brown here and there. Actually, its more brown than blond, but that's not really important. Enat usually lets his hair grow out however it wants, resulting in a mess of hair he calls his 'hair style'. He also has brown eyes. Plain ol' brown. His skin is heavily burnt from sun, but is naturally pretty light. He doesn't have much muscle, but he's pretty strong when it comes to his legs.
Acts:
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Enat is a background player, another one of the many with his own story. He's used to being independent. Groups were never his thing, but he still is quite intimidated by large crowds, including the many that line the roads he frequently runs on. His temper isn't really that bad, and most of the time when he gets angry, he's got more of a chance hurting himself than hurting anyone else. Either way, Enat strays from violence if he can, a trait he frequently credits to his mother. All and all, Enat tries to be a good guy, as long as it doesn't pull too much attention to himself.
Is:
_____
Enat is a private messenger for a rich merchant. It's his daily job, but it gets rather boring at times. Most of the time, he is only carrying goods, but he sometimes finds himself with some letters or just notices he wants sent around. He's not been known to use a horse, but he does sometimes on emergencies. Almost accidentally, Enat figured out he had the ability to heal himself (and others, though he hasn't tried it) when he pressed his hand on his own minor cuts from traversing the forest. Enat became convinced to learn how to use the weird power he had. Keeping it a secret, he has spent many quiet moments alone, and now he believes he might have the hang of it. But many times his healing has hurt him more than the initial wound, so bandaging will do just fine for him.
Was:
______
Born to commoners, Enat worked young alongside his parents and siblings in various farms, traveling early to get to them in time to make it back home the same day. His brothers were older than him, all three of them. It was always nice for him to have somebody to talk to, and he usually got the simple jobs like taking tools to farmhands, and other such ones. Every day after working they came home to a comfortable home. He grew accustomed to this, but as he grew older, he wanted more. He wanted a life outside the tiny village. Among brothers, they would joke about being legends across the land, but each secretly in his heart knew they weren't joking, knew they wanted to be known everywhere. And each was going to find their own way to it.
Money was never a problem. Even if they all had to work, they still had enough. Family was, though. His oldest brother left first, with no goodbyes, not even a simple explanation for his other brothers that had worked alongside him day in and day out.(Though Enat had a hunch that he'd ran off with a lover from the village.)
There was a worry period that ensued after that. His parents were more protective, more safeguarding of them, but to no avail. Each of his other two brothers left separately, one to fortune seeking in a group of mercenaries, another to the sea, as a hopeful sailor. Old and weary, his parents thought Enat would never leave them. Always quiet, always there for them. But Enat didn't want to spend the rest of his life as a nobody. He deserved more.
On a
day, he snuck out with his pack and disappeared into the mist to find his 'destiny', whatever that was. Briskly, he traveled for a while, living off the food he had stored up for many days. Days of travel proved fruitless, and Enat finally understood a simple fact of life. Fame never comes to those who seek it. It was hopeless. Futile. Like everyone looking for fortune, he found none. He'd failed everyone.
Enat traveled wildly for a while, blinded by fear and depression. He often dreamed of his second brother, leading a band of mercenaries across the land wherever he pleases, his third commanding a growing fleet of ships, and his first...well, whatever he was doing, it was better than Enat's situation right now.
Beaten and battered, he crawled to the nearest city after finally finding his way out of the forest. His head was bowed in shame as he passed by every building and shop looking for work. The only snippet of luck he had was meeting a nice gentlemen that decided to use Enat as a errand boy. He owned a shop, so he had many things that needed to be transported in every which direction. The work was vigorous, but it reminded him oh so dearly of home. Often he'd shut his eyes to image himself back there, running to the shed to get supplies. He was young then. Growing older, Enat was soon charged with more special messages and duties, and given a more appropriate-sounding title. His life has gone from there.
*sigh*
Name: Enat Chandler
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Stand at: 6'3-ish
Looks:
____
Enat has dirty blond hair, darker near the front, lightens up in the back, with a few darkened splotches of brown here and there. Actually, its more brown than blond, but that's not really important. Enat usually lets his hair grow out however it wants, resulting in a mess of hair he calls his 'hair style'. He also has brown eyes. Plain ol' brown. His skin is heavily burnt from sun, but is naturally pretty light. He doesn't have much muscle, but he's pretty strong when it comes to his legs.
Acts:
____
Enat is a background player, another one of the many with his own story. He's used to being independent. Groups were never his thing, but he still is quite intimidated by large crowds, including the many that line the roads he frequently runs on. His temper isn't really that bad, and most of the time when he gets angry, he's got more of a chance hurting himself than hurting anyone else. Either way, Enat strays from violence if he can, a trait he frequently credits to his mother. All and all, Enat tries to be a good guy, as long as it doesn't pull too much attention to himself.
Is:
_____
Enat is a private messenger for a rich merchant. It's his daily job, but it gets rather boring at times. Most of the time, he is only carrying goods, but he sometimes finds himself with some letters or just notices he wants sent around. He's not been known to use a horse, but he does sometimes on emergencies. Almost accidentally, Enat figured out he had the ability to heal himself (and others, though he hasn't tried it) when he pressed his hand on his own minor cuts from traversing the forest. Enat became convinced to learn how to use the weird power he had. Keeping it a secret, he has spent many quiet moments alone, and now he believes he might have the hang of it. But many times his healing has hurt him more than the initial wound, so bandaging will do just fine for him.
Was:
______
Born to commoners, Enat worked young alongside his parents and siblings in various farms, traveling early to get to them in time to make it back home the same day. His brothers were older than him, all three of them. It was always nice for him to have somebody to talk to, and he usually got the simple jobs like taking tools to farmhands, and other such ones. Every day after working they came home to a comfortable home. He grew accustomed to this, but as he grew older, he wanted more. He wanted a life outside the tiny village. Among brothers, they would joke about being legends across the land, but each secretly in his heart knew they weren't joking, knew they wanted to be known everywhere. And each was going to find their own way to it.
Money was never a problem. Even if they all had to work, they still had enough. Family was, though. His oldest brother left first, with no goodbyes, not even a simple explanation for his other brothers that had worked alongside him day in and day out.(Though Enat had a hunch that he'd ran off with a lover from the village.)
There was a worry period that ensued after that. His parents were more protective, more safeguarding of them, but to no avail. Each of his other two brothers left separately, one to fortune seeking in a group of mercenaries, another to the sea, as a hopeful sailor. Old and weary, his parents thought Enat would never leave them. Always quiet, always there for them. But Enat didn't want to spend the rest of his life as a nobody. He deserved more.
On a
day, he snuck out with his pack and disappeared into the mist to find his 'destiny', whatever that was. Briskly, he traveled for a while, living off the food he had stored up for many days. Days of travel proved fruitless, and Enat finally understood a simple fact of life. Fame never comes to those who seek it. It was hopeless. Futile. Like everyone looking for fortune, he found none. He'd failed everyone.Enat traveled wildly for a while, blinded by fear and depression. He often dreamed of his second brother, leading a band of mercenaries across the land wherever he pleases, his third commanding a growing fleet of ships, and his first...well, whatever he was doing, it was better than Enat's situation right now.
Beaten and battered, he crawled to the nearest city after finally finding his way out of the forest. His head was bowed in shame as he passed by every building and shop looking for work. The only snippet of luck he had was meeting a nice gentlemen that decided to use Enat as a errand boy. He owned a shop, so he had many things that needed to be transported in every which direction. The work was vigorous, but it reminded him oh so dearly of home. Often he'd shut his eyes to image himself back there, running to the shed to get supplies. He was young then. Growing older, Enat was soon charged with more special messages and duties, and given a more appropriate-sounding title. His life has gone from there.
*sigh*
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.