Post by perfectmistake on Aug 30, 2009 21:28:11 GMT -5
Name: Amrod Sáralondë
Age: 98 (Looks no older than 22)
Race: Elvish
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 125
Physical Description: Long, straight black hair; black and gold eyes. Lean and mysteriously muscular throughout his entire person. Wears black pants, a black long-sleeve shirt, has a black scabbard at his waist secured in-between his black belt. Wears a long black hooded cloak that stops right below his ankles. He has one visible scar reaching from his left temple angling downwards all the way to the right side of his bottom lip. He has many other scars but his layers of clothes hide them. In-between his black belt in his scabbard hangs a very unearthly looking bastard sword. It has serrated edges and has a very light black aura around it, almost invisible to the naked eye. Slung across his back is composite bow with arrows in a quiver next to it. These too, have the black aura around them. Underneath the forearms of his cloak however, are daggers imbued with the power of darkness. Despite their size, fighting against Amrod while he is wielding these daggers could almost be considered a lost cause.
Personality: Amrod could care less whether or not anyone likes him. He does what he needs to do, when it needs to be done. He never leaves anything half done and never leaves a trace that he was there. Although he is very stealthy and mysterious, this leads to many people not liking him, because of these very reasons.
Background: He was once known as Prince Amrod but was later exiled from the kingdom by his own father. For the next 20 years he spent his life living alone at the edge of the kingdom hoping one day his father would realize his mistake. However, this never happened. Vowing to never return, Amrod set out to delve into the art of magic. He quickly found out that he was not among the greatest spellcasters. He was about to quit one day when he saw a bird drinking water, under his breath in hushed words he said, gurth. The bird toppled over and was dead before it hit the ground. He may not be especially talented when it comes to most magic, but he is absolutely a force to be reckoned with when magic derived of any type of darkness comes into play. He is also a proficient warrior. Being elvish his agility is faster than that of a normal human just as his stamina is more. This helps in hand-hand combat and ranged combat. He can strike down almost any adversary without a problem and sometimes multiple at the same time. While he was skilled in all of these areas he still was not satisfied he ventured back into his birth place and upon sight was attacked. Namárië atar (farewell father) and with that being said burned down the entire kingdom. With this he ventured back into the woods where he was attacked. However, as short-lived as the fight was Amrod gained something of much use. Although not knowing what it is or how it was important he had accidentally grabbed a black crystal from the neck of one of his adversaries. Now he keeps it wrapped around his neck where it will never leave again. He then became a very well-known mercenary because he shows no emotion. Throughout the years Amrod killed where he was needed to kill.
Age: 98 (Looks no older than 22)
Race: Elvish
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 125
Physical Description: Long, straight black hair; black and gold eyes. Lean and mysteriously muscular throughout his entire person. Wears black pants, a black long-sleeve shirt, has a black scabbard at his waist secured in-between his black belt. Wears a long black hooded cloak that stops right below his ankles. He has one visible scar reaching from his left temple angling downwards all the way to the right side of his bottom lip. He has many other scars but his layers of clothes hide them. In-between his black belt in his scabbard hangs a very unearthly looking bastard sword. It has serrated edges and has a very light black aura around it, almost invisible to the naked eye. Slung across his back is composite bow with arrows in a quiver next to it. These too, have the black aura around them. Underneath the forearms of his cloak however, are daggers imbued with the power of darkness. Despite their size, fighting against Amrod while he is wielding these daggers could almost be considered a lost cause.
Personality: Amrod could care less whether or not anyone likes him. He does what he needs to do, when it needs to be done. He never leaves anything half done and never leaves a trace that he was there. Although he is very stealthy and mysterious, this leads to many people not liking him, because of these very reasons.
Background: He was once known as Prince Amrod but was later exiled from the kingdom by his own father. For the next 20 years he spent his life living alone at the edge of the kingdom hoping one day his father would realize his mistake. However, this never happened. Vowing to never return, Amrod set out to delve into the art of magic. He quickly found out that he was not among the greatest spellcasters. He was about to quit one day when he saw a bird drinking water, under his breath in hushed words he said, gurth. The bird toppled over and was dead before it hit the ground. He may not be especially talented when it comes to most magic, but he is absolutely a force to be reckoned with when magic derived of any type of darkness comes into play. He is also a proficient warrior. Being elvish his agility is faster than that of a normal human just as his stamina is more. This helps in hand-hand combat and ranged combat. He can strike down almost any adversary without a problem and sometimes multiple at the same time. While he was skilled in all of these areas he still was not satisfied he ventured back into his birth place and upon sight was attacked. Namárië atar (farewell father) and with that being said burned down the entire kingdom. With this he ventured back into the woods where he was attacked. However, as short-lived as the fight was Amrod gained something of much use. Although not knowing what it is or how it was important he had accidentally grabbed a black crystal from the neck of one of his adversaries. Now he keeps it wrapped around his neck where it will never leave again. He then became a very well-known mercenary because he shows no emotion. Throughout the years Amrod killed where he was needed to kill.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.