Post by Ambrose on May 17, 2007 15:58:26 GMT -5
Name: Ambrose Mansmith
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Magic?: Yes
Element: Water (Ice)
Befriended/Raised a Dragon?: No
Name of Dragon: N/A
Class: Student – Scout in training
Physical Description: Ambrose stands five feet and seven inches tall with a muscular build and weighs in at 165 pounds. His dark brown hair is smooth and comes down just past his shoulders. His face is ruggedly handsome with high cheekbones and a strong jaw line. His eyes, gray as a spring storm cloud. His medium light skin tone complements his features very well.
Clothing/Armor: Ambrose is rarely seen wearing any color other than white with the exception of his black leather boots and belt. His belt has a non-descript silver buckle. He prefers to wear baggy pants, usually made of white denim. As for his shirt, in warm weather, he likes to wear tight, well fitted tee shirts with sleeves that come down a little higher than half way between shoulder and elbow. Of course his shirts are white as well, and always worn tucked into the top of his pants. In cooler weather he will throw on a baggy white hooded sweat shirt with a large pocket on the front. On windy, rainy or exceptionally cold days, he would be found wearing a long white hooded cloak. The cloak fastens at the neck with a metal clasp bearing his family’s crest. For dressier occasions, he wears black dress shoes white dress pants, a white long sleeved button down dress shirt with a white tie. While attending classes at St. Lumen Academy, he wears the school uniform.
Weapons: Ambrose wields two short swords, both are a like in construction. The blades are made of the finest white steel and measure in at twenty three inches tip to hilt. They have a slight curve to the blunt side of the blade. Through the center of the blade runs a strip of gold five eighths of an inch wide. The handles are wrapped in a half inch wide stretch of smooth brown leather and capped with rounded red gemstones. Both blades are sheathed in hardened white leather scabbards and worn across his back or on his hips. The swords were gifted to him on his fourteenth birthday, one from each of his parents.
Personality:Ambrose is a very guard person. He is suspicious of everyone and everything his is not familiar with. Because of this, it is very hard for people to get close to him emotionally. Once he befriends someone though, they can be assured that he will remain loyal to them through thick or thin. Once past his guarded exterior, people find a passionate young man with an opinion on almost anything. His sense of humor, though slightly twisted, is well developed. He has a very calm demeanor, even in the most stressful of situations with one exception. Girls, they make him nervous, excited, and terrified all at once. It is for this reason that he usually remains quite in their presence, or risk sounding like a blabbering idiot. His physical fitness is a major concern of his. This often leads to him working out, running or practicing his swordsmanship when he is not studying or hanging out with what few friends he does have.
Special Abilities: Summoning
Background: Ambrose was born into an upper class family that had more than enough money to live more than comfortably. His father, Sir Fredrick Mansmith, and mother, Lady Ventrille Mansmith, are both knights. When he had turned seven both his mother and father were extremely disappointed to find out that Ambrose had no desire to begin his journey on the road to knighthood. In fact he was the first descendent from either side of his family not to enter knighthood in at least eleven generation. Even though this grieved his parents, he felt that he had another destiny. What it was he did not know.
Even though he was loved deeply by both his mother and father, he often found himself alone in their family’s large house while his parents were out conducting their duties as knights. The only exception to his loneliness being the few staff members that kept the house running in his parents’ absence. At the age of nine, while his parents were off fighting dragon slayers, he found two bamboo training swords in his fathers training room. It was at this time when he started training in swordsmanship. He was self taught till the age of eleven when his father returned home unexpectedly and found him swinging the bamboo sticks at a training dummy. Though his son had not followed in his footstep, Fredrick found himself in a sort of proud awe of young Ambrose’s ability to duel wield the practice short swords. The pride the elder Diggory had in his family name started his mind churning. ‘Though my son my not be a knight, he still has a warrior’s spirit, and may still bring our name great praise.’ He addressed his son, who was embarrassed at being caught in the training room, which had been off limits to him. “Ambrose, you show a great aptitude with short swords. How would you like to receive proper training?” Before Ambrose had even a chance to answer, his father had sent a messenger to a master swordsman in the neighboring village to let him know that his son was to come under his tutelage.
The next three years of his life were spent either in school or in training. Not only did his skills increase dramatically, but the intensive training also helped to develop his body. Gone was his scrawny, gangly adolescent body. It was replaced by a hearty body with well defined muscles from head to toe. By his fourteenth birthday, his training was completed, and as a reward his parents each gave him a finely crafted short sword as a reward for his hard work.
His training and school work left him little time for friends, and even less time for girls. This lead to many embarrassing moment for him at school when he approached by girls at school. He had never gotten use to talking to girls, and when he tried he would usually say something either stupid or jumbled his words around so that what he was trying to say came out incomprehensible. The only girl he was ever able to talk to was the maid that worked in his home. When she heard about this, she even tried to help him out by giving him pointers. Ambrose came to the conclusion that he would just be better off not talking to girls at all.
Shortly after his fourteenth birthday, on a rainy night on his way home from school, he was cornered in an ally way near his home by a man dressed all in black. The man accused him off being a traitor to his people and drew a knife on Ambrose. In turn Ambrose drew his short swords from beneath his cloak and dispatched the stranger with haste (or so he would tell his friends when they asked). Little did he know that the man had been hired to kill him because he was the direct descendent of a man who defected from the slayers to the riders. From that day on he found it hard to trust anyone besides his closest friends and family.
Sample RP:
The lighting flashed through the darkening evening skies as Ambrose headed home from school. It had been a long day and he was in a hurry to get home before the storm had worsened. He turned down the ally way that would take three blocks off his trip home when he saw a man dressed in black following him.
Behind him he heard a hissed voice. “Traitor.” He spun to face the man behind him.
“What did you call me?” He drew back his white cloak to reveal the gemmed handles of his short swords.
The raspy voice issued from the cloaked figure. “Traitor.” The man brandished a knife and lunged at the fourteen year old.
Ambrose side stepped out of the man’s path of attack. As quick as he was, the man had still managed to slice open his left arm. Injured, Ambrose was only able to draw one of his swords and stood ready for the man’s next attempted attack. The attack came with great speed, however, Ambrose was able to parry the attack without further injury to himself. Now, it was his turn to go on the offensive. He raised his sword and brought it down with such ferocity that when the man attempted to block the blow, his knife was knock from his grasp, and he was thrown off balance.
The man stumble and Ambrose saw his opportunity. The man continued to falter and finally fell to the ground, landing in a large puddle. Ambrose leveled the tip of his sword at the man’s throat, “Do you yield?”
The man glared at young Ambrose. “Never!” With the look of defeat emblazoned in his eyes, the would be assassin lunged forward again. This time, he impaled his throat onto Ambrose’s sword.
Moments later, the police arrived on horse back. They had been alerted by an old lady who had seen what had happened from her dinning room window. “What has happened here boy?” demanded on of the two officers.
Ambrose, still shocked by the events pulled the sword from the dieing man’s throat. He looked to the police and explained what had occurred. The man was treated for his wounds and taken off to jail.
Upon returning home, he told his parents what had happened. “Why did this man call me a traitor?” he demanded of his parents.
His mother looked to his father, who’s only reply was, “Vee, he deserves to know.”
His mother nodded, and took a seat near her son. She explained to him the her great grand father was the eldest son of a dragon slayer. She continued on about how he did not agree with his families beliefs that the dragons were evil, and that he left his family to live among the riders.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Magic?: Yes
Element: Water (Ice)
Befriended/Raised a Dragon?: No
Name of Dragon: N/A
Class: Student – Scout in training
Physical Description: Ambrose stands five feet and seven inches tall with a muscular build and weighs in at 165 pounds. His dark brown hair is smooth and comes down just past his shoulders. His face is ruggedly handsome with high cheekbones and a strong jaw line. His eyes, gray as a spring storm cloud. His medium light skin tone complements his features very well.
Clothing/Armor: Ambrose is rarely seen wearing any color other than white with the exception of his black leather boots and belt. His belt has a non-descript silver buckle. He prefers to wear baggy pants, usually made of white denim. As for his shirt, in warm weather, he likes to wear tight, well fitted tee shirts with sleeves that come down a little higher than half way between shoulder and elbow. Of course his shirts are white as well, and always worn tucked into the top of his pants. In cooler weather he will throw on a baggy white hooded sweat shirt with a large pocket on the front. On windy, rainy or exceptionally cold days, he would be found wearing a long white hooded cloak. The cloak fastens at the neck with a metal clasp bearing his family’s crest. For dressier occasions, he wears black dress shoes white dress pants, a white long sleeved button down dress shirt with a white tie. While attending classes at St. Lumen Academy, he wears the school uniform.
Weapons: Ambrose wields two short swords, both are a like in construction. The blades are made of the finest white steel and measure in at twenty three inches tip to hilt. They have a slight curve to the blunt side of the blade. Through the center of the blade runs a strip of gold five eighths of an inch wide. The handles are wrapped in a half inch wide stretch of smooth brown leather and capped with rounded red gemstones. Both blades are sheathed in hardened white leather scabbards and worn across his back or on his hips. The swords were gifted to him on his fourteenth birthday, one from each of his parents.
Personality:Ambrose is a very guard person. He is suspicious of everyone and everything his is not familiar with. Because of this, it is very hard for people to get close to him emotionally. Once he befriends someone though, they can be assured that he will remain loyal to them through thick or thin. Once past his guarded exterior, people find a passionate young man with an opinion on almost anything. His sense of humor, though slightly twisted, is well developed. He has a very calm demeanor, even in the most stressful of situations with one exception. Girls, they make him nervous, excited, and terrified all at once. It is for this reason that he usually remains quite in their presence, or risk sounding like a blabbering idiot. His physical fitness is a major concern of his. This often leads to him working out, running or practicing his swordsmanship when he is not studying or hanging out with what few friends he does have.
Special Abilities: Summoning
Background: Ambrose was born into an upper class family that had more than enough money to live more than comfortably. His father, Sir Fredrick Mansmith, and mother, Lady Ventrille Mansmith, are both knights. When he had turned seven both his mother and father were extremely disappointed to find out that Ambrose had no desire to begin his journey on the road to knighthood. In fact he was the first descendent from either side of his family not to enter knighthood in at least eleven generation. Even though this grieved his parents, he felt that he had another destiny. What it was he did not know.
Even though he was loved deeply by both his mother and father, he often found himself alone in their family’s large house while his parents were out conducting their duties as knights. The only exception to his loneliness being the few staff members that kept the house running in his parents’ absence. At the age of nine, while his parents were off fighting dragon slayers, he found two bamboo training swords in his fathers training room. It was at this time when he started training in swordsmanship. He was self taught till the age of eleven when his father returned home unexpectedly and found him swinging the bamboo sticks at a training dummy. Though his son had not followed in his footstep, Fredrick found himself in a sort of proud awe of young Ambrose’s ability to duel wield the practice short swords. The pride the elder Diggory had in his family name started his mind churning. ‘Though my son my not be a knight, he still has a warrior’s spirit, and may still bring our name great praise.’ He addressed his son, who was embarrassed at being caught in the training room, which had been off limits to him. “Ambrose, you show a great aptitude with short swords. How would you like to receive proper training?” Before Ambrose had even a chance to answer, his father had sent a messenger to a master swordsman in the neighboring village to let him know that his son was to come under his tutelage.
The next three years of his life were spent either in school or in training. Not only did his skills increase dramatically, but the intensive training also helped to develop his body. Gone was his scrawny, gangly adolescent body. It was replaced by a hearty body with well defined muscles from head to toe. By his fourteenth birthday, his training was completed, and as a reward his parents each gave him a finely crafted short sword as a reward for his hard work.
His training and school work left him little time for friends, and even less time for girls. This lead to many embarrassing moment for him at school when he approached by girls at school. He had never gotten use to talking to girls, and when he tried he would usually say something either stupid or jumbled his words around so that what he was trying to say came out incomprehensible. The only girl he was ever able to talk to was the maid that worked in his home. When she heard about this, she even tried to help him out by giving him pointers. Ambrose came to the conclusion that he would just be better off not talking to girls at all.
Shortly after his fourteenth birthday, on a rainy night on his way home from school, he was cornered in an ally way near his home by a man dressed all in black. The man accused him off being a traitor to his people and drew a knife on Ambrose. In turn Ambrose drew his short swords from beneath his cloak and dispatched the stranger with haste (or so he would tell his friends when they asked). Little did he know that the man had been hired to kill him because he was the direct descendent of a man who defected from the slayers to the riders. From that day on he found it hard to trust anyone besides his closest friends and family.
Sample RP:
The lighting flashed through the darkening evening skies as Ambrose headed home from school. It had been a long day and he was in a hurry to get home before the storm had worsened. He turned down the ally way that would take three blocks off his trip home when he saw a man dressed in black following him.
Behind him he heard a hissed voice. “Traitor.” He spun to face the man behind him.
“What did you call me?” He drew back his white cloak to reveal the gemmed handles of his short swords.
The raspy voice issued from the cloaked figure. “Traitor.” The man brandished a knife and lunged at the fourteen year old.
Ambrose side stepped out of the man’s path of attack. As quick as he was, the man had still managed to slice open his left arm. Injured, Ambrose was only able to draw one of his swords and stood ready for the man’s next attempted attack. The attack came with great speed, however, Ambrose was able to parry the attack without further injury to himself. Now, it was his turn to go on the offensive. He raised his sword and brought it down with such ferocity that when the man attempted to block the blow, his knife was knock from his grasp, and he was thrown off balance.
The man stumble and Ambrose saw his opportunity. The man continued to falter and finally fell to the ground, landing in a large puddle. Ambrose leveled the tip of his sword at the man’s throat, “Do you yield?”
The man glared at young Ambrose. “Never!” With the look of defeat emblazoned in his eyes, the would be assassin lunged forward again. This time, he impaled his throat onto Ambrose’s sword.
Moments later, the police arrived on horse back. They had been alerted by an old lady who had seen what had happened from her dinning room window. “What has happened here boy?” demanded on of the two officers.
Ambrose, still shocked by the events pulled the sword from the dieing man’s throat. He looked to the police and explained what had occurred. The man was treated for his wounds and taken off to jail.
Upon returning home, he told his parents what had happened. “Why did this man call me a traitor?” he demanded of his parents.
His mother looked to his father, who’s only reply was, “Vee, he deserves to know.”
His mother nodded, and took a seat near her son. She explained to him the her great grand father was the eldest son of a dragon slayer. She continued on about how he did not agree with his families beliefs that the dragons were evil, and that he left his family to live among the riders.