Post by Raymonde on Jan 14, 2007 10:53:03 GMT -5
Sorry, that i haven't been on recentely, but finally i'm going to make a charcater! Um...this may take some time though. Can you please delete my other unfinished and badly made charcater? As i will start again with this one....
Name: Raymonde Deremare
Age: 20
Gender: male
Magic?: Yes
Element: wind
Class: knight
Befriended/Raised a Dragon?: no
Name of Dragon: (No dragon)
Physical Description: Raymonde is tall and the right height for his age, around 5'20. He was clear blue eyes which stand out on his ever-so pale skin, making it slightly awkward. He has short shoulder-lenght hair, as black as coal, which he wears long and never bothers to tie it up. Being tall, he is too skinny as he doesn't eat too much, however he is not weak. The other knights think him so but he doesn't consider himself weak, but neither is he extremely strong. His face his lean and slightly angular, with high cheek bones and round eyes. Raymonde has long fingers which helps to play the lyre, however he hardly ever plays the intrument, sine the other knights find it utterly amusing,so they mock him. So he thus keeps away, out of the reach of the other knights.
Clothing/Armor: He tends to always wear his black cloak, pinned up with a little sapphire shaped in a oak-leaf. A white tunic he wears under chain mail, for protection, although he was taught to defend himself well. He hardly wears a helm, though, as he simply uses the hood of his cloak to conceal himself. Although sometimes he may not wear the chain mail all the time but a leather cuirass. Around his waist he wears a belt, which has his long-sword attached to and his curved knife. For foot-wear he has heavy, black boots which he uses for riding and for walking around the corridors. Raymonde has one silver ring on his finger though, a ring which he never dares to take off, since it tells a story of its own.
In battle, he wears no difference as he does not find heavy armour comfertable to fight in. He does not wear a helm, but simply a cuirass, some chainmail and a tunic underneath. He finds the heavy-armour horrible to fight in as you can hardly move, as he depends more on his skill in swordsmanship then spells.
Weapons: He has a long sword, which he wears on his belt on his waist. His long sword is made out of a gleaming, white metal and has a queer crystal on the pommel. He also carries his curved knife, one that he uses for both hunting and killing. When he can, he carries a bow and a quiver as he too finds it enjoyable to use to bow and arrow, but he finds the sword swifter.
Personality: He has a cold and bitter personality and hardly shows no warmth in his tone and acts. People call him cold-blooded and ruthless as he kills without doubt, although he may not like it to much. He mocks people coldy and in an amused way, as he finds it funny. He hardly talks unless he has to or finds it interesting. The Ladies hardly find him amusing however handsome he may be, however he does not care and ignores them and their comments. He does not get angry easily and when he does he hardly ever shows it and covers it with a cold mask and glares at them. He hates to be mocked as he has been all his life, and if he is mocked, he throws them a witty and harsh comment before turning his back on them and simply walking away. He hardly ever feels guilt or envy as he finds them useless emotions and simply ignores them and slowly they have come to dissapear all together. He hides everything behind a frosty mask, always keeping it and hardly ever showing what is behind it to the open world, afraid that they would laugh at him again.
Special Abilities: Telepathic, teleportation and healing.
Background: He was born in a middle-class family, although he had very rich cousins and family relatives. He was not only child as he had a younger sister, which shared the same abilities as him. They were practically identical as Raymonde showed her many tricks as soon they came to frighten people, as people thought them strange and wicked. They enjoyed playing around with people's thoughts, finding them amusing and funny. However one day they went to far in playing in people's mind, as they said something to a friend which they won't supposed to say. They told something that would cost them their life if it went into the wrong hand as the friend turned out to be a Dragon Slayer. Although nothing happened to them and the secret remained still. The friend told no one, well that was what they thought atleast.
Raymonde was sent to become a knight, sure enough, to honour and family name and all, and thus he was forced to depart himself from his dear sister. They were separated as his sister had a different fate; to help out mother to weave and making clothes and help father inwith the tools of a blacksmith. His relatives had managed to find him a castle which had agreed to take him in to become a knight. There he was taught and educated in the art of swordmanship, horsemanship and many more. However he could play the lyre, which he mother had taught him how to play long ago. For that he was teased and mocked about and so this terrible reputation hung over his head all through his steps of knighthood. A foul reputation, indeed.
One day, as he was in the early age of as a squire, he received a letter which came from his Uncle. Mother and father and his dear sister had been killed. The secret had caught them up, finally, after so many years and had ruined their lives. Their "friend" has caught up with them with some of his own "friends." He felt terribly guilty for such an happening as he caused such folly. It was his fault and now he could do nothing about it. So, thus he lingered in many dark years, of guilt and pain and finally he discovered that if he stopped thinking about these feeling and emotions, if he simply ignored them, they would not harm him. Not hurt him. However hard it was he retreated into his cold and bitter mask, letting nothing harm him. The teasing continued but he simply glared at them, which made them scurry off. he found this much better. Raymonde always wore the ring that his family had once given him and promised himself that he would never take it off. These were the last remains of his long dead family. There was nothing left for him as they left nothing behind.
So, thus he became a knight, and remained under his cold mask.
Sample RP: The brilliant rays of the moon shone, through the dark sky. A bird called its forlorn song, waiting for another bird to reply. But none did. The wind whispered its melancholy song. Whispering a secret and unknown language which Raymonde was ever-so eager to find out more about it. He sat on the roof of the caslte, looking out at the plains. It was cold, as the night's cold breath caressed his cheek. He shivered under his cloak and chainmail, but tried to ignore the cold sensation. This was his place, his secret place. His own little place and no one could take it away from him. He had found it so many years ago and this was when he could be in private and think, dive into his own world and recount the hidden memories. All was silent. Silence.
However suddenly he could hear these voices behind him. Many people were coming. Durken voices too. Not much better. They were coming to the door which led to his secret place. To his own place. To his secret lair. They were coming towards it. The voices becoming louder and the footsteps echoing louder too. He was going to be discovered and his only private place would be discovered.
"You know, i found this great place. It's just around here," called the drunken voice. And suddenly the door swung open and Raymonde was revealed.
"Oh, what you doing here?" one of his fellow knights mumbled dumbly.
"Nothing," Raymonde suddenly snapped and glared at the knight which he knew, before jumping off the roof and going to the door. The knights muttured and before chuckling under their breath.
"Playing your intruments, were you?" one of them sneered.
Raymonde did not answer and simply met his eyes and glared, before turning down the corridor and away from the door. Dissapearing and leaving his lair behind. His private spot which had been discovered. Now he had nothing left and he would have to find another place which he could keep to himself. Only himself. He dissapeared down the long and vast corridors, and past into the shadows which he dwelled in most of the time.
Name: Raymonde Deremare
Age: 20
Gender: male
Magic?: Yes
Element: wind
Class: knight
Befriended/Raised a Dragon?: no
Name of Dragon: (No dragon)
Physical Description: Raymonde is tall and the right height for his age, around 5'20. He was clear blue eyes which stand out on his ever-so pale skin, making it slightly awkward. He has short shoulder-lenght hair, as black as coal, which he wears long and never bothers to tie it up. Being tall, he is too skinny as he doesn't eat too much, however he is not weak. The other knights think him so but he doesn't consider himself weak, but neither is he extremely strong. His face his lean and slightly angular, with high cheek bones and round eyes. Raymonde has long fingers which helps to play the lyre, however he hardly ever plays the intrument, sine the other knights find it utterly amusing,so they mock him. So he thus keeps away, out of the reach of the other knights.
Clothing/Armor: He tends to always wear his black cloak, pinned up with a little sapphire shaped in a oak-leaf. A white tunic he wears under chain mail, for protection, although he was taught to defend himself well. He hardly wears a helm, though, as he simply uses the hood of his cloak to conceal himself. Although sometimes he may not wear the chain mail all the time but a leather cuirass. Around his waist he wears a belt, which has his long-sword attached to and his curved knife. For foot-wear he has heavy, black boots which he uses for riding and for walking around the corridors. Raymonde has one silver ring on his finger though, a ring which he never dares to take off, since it tells a story of its own.
In battle, he wears no difference as he does not find heavy armour comfertable to fight in. He does not wear a helm, but simply a cuirass, some chainmail and a tunic underneath. He finds the heavy-armour horrible to fight in as you can hardly move, as he depends more on his skill in swordsmanship then spells.
Weapons: He has a long sword, which he wears on his belt on his waist. His long sword is made out of a gleaming, white metal and has a queer crystal on the pommel. He also carries his curved knife, one that he uses for both hunting and killing. When he can, he carries a bow and a quiver as he too finds it enjoyable to use to bow and arrow, but he finds the sword swifter.
Personality: He has a cold and bitter personality and hardly shows no warmth in his tone and acts. People call him cold-blooded and ruthless as he kills without doubt, although he may not like it to much. He mocks people coldy and in an amused way, as he finds it funny. He hardly talks unless he has to or finds it interesting. The Ladies hardly find him amusing however handsome he may be, however he does not care and ignores them and their comments. He does not get angry easily and when he does he hardly ever shows it and covers it with a cold mask and glares at them. He hates to be mocked as he has been all his life, and if he is mocked, he throws them a witty and harsh comment before turning his back on them and simply walking away. He hardly ever feels guilt or envy as he finds them useless emotions and simply ignores them and slowly they have come to dissapear all together. He hides everything behind a frosty mask, always keeping it and hardly ever showing what is behind it to the open world, afraid that they would laugh at him again.
Special Abilities: Telepathic, teleportation and healing.
Background: He was born in a middle-class family, although he had very rich cousins and family relatives. He was not only child as he had a younger sister, which shared the same abilities as him. They were practically identical as Raymonde showed her many tricks as soon they came to frighten people, as people thought them strange and wicked. They enjoyed playing around with people's thoughts, finding them amusing and funny. However one day they went to far in playing in people's mind, as they said something to a friend which they won't supposed to say. They told something that would cost them their life if it went into the wrong hand as the friend turned out to be a Dragon Slayer. Although nothing happened to them and the secret remained still. The friend told no one, well that was what they thought atleast.
Raymonde was sent to become a knight, sure enough, to honour and family name and all, and thus he was forced to depart himself from his dear sister. They were separated as his sister had a different fate; to help out mother to weave and making clothes and help father inwith the tools of a blacksmith. His relatives had managed to find him a castle which had agreed to take him in to become a knight. There he was taught and educated in the art of swordmanship, horsemanship and many more. However he could play the lyre, which he mother had taught him how to play long ago. For that he was teased and mocked about and so this terrible reputation hung over his head all through his steps of knighthood. A foul reputation, indeed.
One day, as he was in the early age of as a squire, he received a letter which came from his Uncle. Mother and father and his dear sister had been killed. The secret had caught them up, finally, after so many years and had ruined their lives. Their "friend" has caught up with them with some of his own "friends." He felt terribly guilty for such an happening as he caused such folly. It was his fault and now he could do nothing about it. So, thus he lingered in many dark years, of guilt and pain and finally he discovered that if he stopped thinking about these feeling and emotions, if he simply ignored them, they would not harm him. Not hurt him. However hard it was he retreated into his cold and bitter mask, letting nothing harm him. The teasing continued but he simply glared at them, which made them scurry off. he found this much better. Raymonde always wore the ring that his family had once given him and promised himself that he would never take it off. These were the last remains of his long dead family. There was nothing left for him as they left nothing behind.
So, thus he became a knight, and remained under his cold mask.
Sample RP: The brilliant rays of the moon shone, through the dark sky. A bird called its forlorn song, waiting for another bird to reply. But none did. The wind whispered its melancholy song. Whispering a secret and unknown language which Raymonde was ever-so eager to find out more about it. He sat on the roof of the caslte, looking out at the plains. It was cold, as the night's cold breath caressed his cheek. He shivered under his cloak and chainmail, but tried to ignore the cold sensation. This was his place, his secret place. His own little place and no one could take it away from him. He had found it so many years ago and this was when he could be in private and think, dive into his own world and recount the hidden memories. All was silent. Silence.
However suddenly he could hear these voices behind him. Many people were coming. Durken voices too. Not much better. They were coming to the door which led to his secret place. To his own place. To his secret lair. They were coming towards it. The voices becoming louder and the footsteps echoing louder too. He was going to be discovered and his only private place would be discovered.
"You know, i found this great place. It's just around here," called the drunken voice. And suddenly the door swung open and Raymonde was revealed.
"Oh, what you doing here?" one of his fellow knights mumbled dumbly.
"Nothing," Raymonde suddenly snapped and glared at the knight which he knew, before jumping off the roof and going to the door. The knights muttured and before chuckling under their breath.
"Playing your intruments, were you?" one of them sneered.
Raymonde did not answer and simply met his eyes and glared, before turning down the corridor and away from the door. Dissapearing and leaving his lair behind. His private spot which had been discovered. Now he had nothing left and he would have to find another place which he could keep to himself. Only himself. He dissapeared down the long and vast corridors, and past into the shadows which he dwelled in most of the time.