Post by helvet on Sept 8, 2011 19:07:00 GMT -5
Name: Balaudiui
Title: Lord/Leader
Age: 26
Gender: Human
Occupation: Hunter/Tribe Warlord/Warrior/Fighter
Race: Human
Earth Ethnic Equivalent: European/Indigenous
Height: 5'7
Weight: 150-160lbs
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Hair Length: Below the shoulder blades
Build: Athletic/muscular
Physical Description:
Balaudiui is what civilized people would call a "barbarian". A tall indigenous, muscular being who is feared by everyone. The added title of "Warlord" adds to the fear. He now wears dark brown trousers, with beige shirt and dark colored jacket and cloak. He carries a large round shield on his back, with his bow and arrow quiver, typically for hunting. On his left hand side, he carries a sword. 31 inches of steel forged years ago and by brought down from generation to generation to the eldest son of Balaudiui's family. On the right hand side he carries a simple cutting/battle axe. Both his sword and his axe was used only once in battle, ever.
Brief History/ Tribe's Story
Balaudiui was the leader and chief of a tribe of people that had no name for themselves. A simple village, they had thought been isolated from the world being the other side of a forest, seemingly everlasting. A tribe of barbarians, is what the outside world would call them. Their ways, their life style. Aside from attacking civilized trade routes for food and money. They believe themselves to be farther from any where. Despite this, they would still teach their young ones archery and swordsmanship. The wise words from the elders spoke, “Prepare in peace what we need in war”.
Brief History/ Character's Story:
Kneeling down, his eyes fixed on his pray, Balaudiui watched as a doe grazed in a small patch of vegetation deep in the forest. It’s instincts, though where too relaxed to notice Balaudiui’s presence and it’s end would be it’s consequences. Balaudiui kneeled, his hand reaching for an arrow, quivered around his thigh. Knocking his arrow to his bow, he raised it slowly, doing his best not to make a sound. He aimed, breathing lightly as he drew the arrow back. He fired, the sound of the arrow, piercing the peaceful air around the deer, marking it’s doom. It fell to it’s death where it ate as the arrow pierced into it’s chest.
He walked up to his prize and yelled out, ‘We have ourselves a feast!’
“Hey! You stole my kill!” A loud booming voice called out as a tall, athletically built man came out of the bushes.
“At least we still have something to eat, Dorios, and you don’t even have a bow, what are you going to do? Run at it with your axe?” Balaudiui said.
“It could’ve worked,” Dorios replied.
“Well. Let’s get this back to the village and hope the others have found something,” Balaudiui said, he started heading south.
Dorios nodded as he picked up the deer by the legs and swung it over his shoulders. They both slowly walked back to their village, their comrades meeting up with them.
“So, Bala! What did you catch for the South part this time?” One of them asked, cheerfully
“Deer! Nice fresh deer!” He said, proudly.
Nearing the village, they felt the smell of smoke, lingering in the air, around them. Smoke from the traditional fires never can be smelled this far from the village, prompting Balaudiui to investigate with Dorios.
Peering over some fallen trees, upon Balaudiui’s village. Once was a peaceful, vibrant place full of people, though ignorant and isolated from the outside world is now charred and burning in flames with strange people, men, armed with swords and large triangle-shaped shields. In the distance are barred carriages, with Balaudiui’s son caged up.
“No! That’s MY son!” He cried, preparing to charge.
“No, Balaudiui! Lord Balaudiui!” Dorios grabbed Balaudiui’s arm, holding him back. “No! don’t be too reckless! You’ll be killed if you charge in so recklessly!” He stopped when the cries of his two daughters caught his attention. He turned to see them, screaming for their dead moth who lie with an arrow in her back, his sword in her hands.
“CHARGE!” He yelled without thinking.
A hunting party of fifty charged from the forest towards what was once their home, hoping to break the line of the enemy before the enemy had enough time to form their own lines. With a huge lust for blood the enemy disobeyed their captains command and charged towards Balaudiui and his men.
Title: Lord/Leader
Age: 26
Gender: Human
Occupation: Hunter/Tribe Warlord/Warrior/Fighter
Race: Human
Earth Ethnic Equivalent: European/Indigenous
Height: 5'7
Weight: 150-160lbs
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Hair Length: Below the shoulder blades
Build: Athletic/muscular
Physical Description:
Balaudiui is what civilized people would call a "barbarian". A tall indigenous, muscular being who is feared by everyone. The added title of "Warlord" adds to the fear. He now wears dark brown trousers, with beige shirt and dark colored jacket and cloak. He carries a large round shield on his back, with his bow and arrow quiver, typically for hunting. On his left hand side, he carries a sword. 31 inches of steel forged years ago and by brought down from generation to generation to the eldest son of Balaudiui's family. On the right hand side he carries a simple cutting/battle axe. Both his sword and his axe was used only once in battle, ever.
Brief History/ Tribe's Story
Balaudiui was the leader and chief of a tribe of people that had no name for themselves. A simple village, they had thought been isolated from the world being the other side of a forest, seemingly everlasting. A tribe of barbarians, is what the outside world would call them. Their ways, their life style. Aside from attacking civilized trade routes for food and money. They believe themselves to be farther from any where. Despite this, they would still teach their young ones archery and swordsmanship. The wise words from the elders spoke, “Prepare in peace what we need in war”.
Brief History/ Character's Story:
Kneeling down, his eyes fixed on his pray, Balaudiui watched as a doe grazed in a small patch of vegetation deep in the forest. It’s instincts, though where too relaxed to notice Balaudiui’s presence and it’s end would be it’s consequences. Balaudiui kneeled, his hand reaching for an arrow, quivered around his thigh. Knocking his arrow to his bow, he raised it slowly, doing his best not to make a sound. He aimed, breathing lightly as he drew the arrow back. He fired, the sound of the arrow, piercing the peaceful air around the deer, marking it’s doom. It fell to it’s death where it ate as the arrow pierced into it’s chest.
He walked up to his prize and yelled out, ‘We have ourselves a feast!’
“Hey! You stole my kill!” A loud booming voice called out as a tall, athletically built man came out of the bushes.
“At least we still have something to eat, Dorios, and you don’t even have a bow, what are you going to do? Run at it with your axe?” Balaudiui said.
“It could’ve worked,” Dorios replied.
“Well. Let’s get this back to the village and hope the others have found something,” Balaudiui said, he started heading south.
Dorios nodded as he picked up the deer by the legs and swung it over his shoulders. They both slowly walked back to their village, their comrades meeting up with them.
“So, Bala! What did you catch for the South part this time?” One of them asked, cheerfully
“Deer! Nice fresh deer!” He said, proudly.
Nearing the village, they felt the smell of smoke, lingering in the air, around them. Smoke from the traditional fires never can be smelled this far from the village, prompting Balaudiui to investigate with Dorios.
Peering over some fallen trees, upon Balaudiui’s village. Once was a peaceful, vibrant place full of people, though ignorant and isolated from the outside world is now charred and burning in flames with strange people, men, armed with swords and large triangle-shaped shields. In the distance are barred carriages, with Balaudiui’s son caged up.
“No! That’s MY son!” He cried, preparing to charge.
“No, Balaudiui! Lord Balaudiui!” Dorios grabbed Balaudiui’s arm, holding him back. “No! don’t be too reckless! You’ll be killed if you charge in so recklessly!” He stopped when the cries of his two daughters caught his attention. He turned to see them, screaming for their dead moth who lie with an arrow in her back, his sword in her hands.
“CHARGE!” He yelled without thinking.
A hunting party of fifty charged from the forest towards what was once their home, hoping to break the line of the enemy before the enemy had enough time to form their own lines. With a huge lust for blood the enemy disobeyed their captains command and charged towards Balaudiui and his men.
5th Royal Auxiliary being sent across a river to attack an armed convoy.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.