Post by Fay on May 30, 2009 8:24:41 GMT 5.5
Name: Robin le Fay
Age: 21
Race: Human
Profession: Sorcerer
Alignment: Arysian
Appearance:
Robin has orange, medium length hair that is rather messy, covering the back of his head and neck. His hair also has long bangs that conceal his forehead. He has bright, brown eyes that always seem to glitter with curiosity. A rather long nose and thin mouth also appear on his tanned face. No tattoos decorate his body, although a thin, diagonal scar crosses his left cheek which came from an accident stemming for his ineptitude with his hunting knife.
At 6'1, he is certainly not lacking in height, although his thin body exposes his lack of physical strength. He is tanned, although not overly so, as he spends a lot of time robed under the sun.
He usually dons orange, rather flamboyant robes, although in recent times, he has been forced to wear a worn traveling cloak matted with dirt, clasped around his neck with a brooch in the shape of a leaf. When traveling, he conceals his face with the hood of his cloak, only revealing his orange hair and tanned face when in trusted company. He also wears a dark-colored tunic as an undershirt and simple, loose trousers in order to ward off suspicion as to what he might be, other than a traveler. He also wears soft, grey, cloth gloves, a leather belt partially concealed under his tunic, with water and wineskins, as well as a small, rather unsharpened hunting knife.
He always carries with his Rowan traveling staff, which doubles as a walking stick and the odd weapon. He also carries his leather pack on his back, containing most of his possessions, including a pouch with a moderate sum of money, enough to buy food and supplies for around a fortnight. He has accumulated this by helping travelers, who in their gratitude repaid him in monetary values. Five books of sorcery also reside in his pack, four of then focusing on offensive spells of an element each, one focusing of healing minor wounds and sicknesses, all of these he knows by heart, and has practiced for more than a decade now. He also has a book of lore, which includes outdated information about the land of Arysia, containing maps of regions as well as Arysia's history, its wildlife and fauna and flora.
Personality:
Robin is a curious fellow, his mind and eyes alive with the prospect of knowledge all around him. He is easily excited when faced with things that he has yet to see, although he tries to hide it, his eyes give out all the clues needed to see his excitement. He is intelligent enough when it comes to matters of academics and sorcery, the latter of which he practices daily. Carefree and joyful when he is not under some task, he enjoys simple entertainment, whether it be a rousing ballad from a troubadour who passes him by, or lazily lying down on the grass and watching the clouds and birds fly above him.
His curious and carefree manner changes when he is faced with a task, becoming focused and determined to solve his problem, as well as being rather harsh in dealing with obstacles in his path. Even though he tries to avoid needless fights, he will not hesitate to act when a situation gets out of hand. He is also helpful enough to people who needs help, willingly lending a helping hand to lost travelers or ailing beggars that he encounters.
He is rather straightforward with his words when speaking, as he is not very skilled in wordy interactions with sentient beings. This makes him seem impolite, but he usually means well. He is a bit tentative when dealing with strangers, hiding his carefree personality under a silent, stoic mask when approached, but after witnessing their actions and becoming more acquainted with others, he usually sheds his distrust and shows his true, joyful colors.
Weapons/Magic:
His Rowan staff and a small hunting knife are all the physical weapons that Robin possesses and he has no great skill in wielding these, no, his main weapon is his magical repertoire.
He has an understanding of offensive spells of four elements, namely fire, earth, wind, lightning. He is also an adequate healer, capable of healing minor sicknesses, deep wounds and ruptured blood vessels although he is still unable to repair broken bones and damaged vital organs. He can do other basic spells from other fields, such as lifting objects (nothing too heavy though).
History:
Robin's parents were both sorcerers, and good ones at that. They both resided in the Asyrian Forest in the North, in a simple hut of wood, mud and clay, helping traders and travelers who they met while practicing their art of sorcery. The had little things to call their own, other than their life, home and happiness. They hunted, laughed, worked, loved and well, just lived in that forest. They didn't care about the outside world, although they knew a lot about it. I mean, really, who cares about anything else when you're here, safe and happy.
Of course, the two had a child. This was Robin. Almost immediately, they sensed that the babe had potential. In fact, they said, he had great potential. So before he was of five years of age, he was taught sorcery by both his parents. He excelled, as he should in these fields, and he liked how he was able to garner praise from his parents, who was delighted at every success that he had.
Life went on for Robin, which was as simple as his parents' life before he was born. He grew in all aspects, mentally and physically.
All of them hunted for food, and although he was not exactly a master at this, he tried hard. Because of his ineptitude with the knife, he scarred himself, and his parents suggested that he hunt with magic instead. Using his skill in sorcery, which was his greatest strength, he was able to help feed his family, and together, they worked and lived.
When Robin thinks about it while he lies down under the stars before he sleeps, he wishes that life had gone on like that forever, where things were simple, and everything he ever needed was there. But no, things were not meant to be that way...
One day, a few months after Robin's 20th birthday, while they were hunting a fine stag near the edge of the Forest, they saw smoke rising up over the foliage, blocking the sky from light and covering the nearby clearings in darkness. His parents went on to investigate, and perhaps to warn the travelers that their fire was disturbing the wildlife.
Robin went on with hunting the stag, which had gone the opposite direction. He was not concerned much, as this had happened before; stray people were burning and destroying their home and they needed to be warned. After he had gotten his kill by tightening the air around the stag's neck to form a noose, he carried it over to their hut, where he waited for his parents to return.
They didn't.
For hours and hours, Robin waited. He knew by now that something was wrong, but he was nervous to see what had happened. So finally, he went to see what happened, and instantly, his world was shattered like glass and its pieces were thrown away to the wind.
His parents had died. They bodies were clearly devoid of life, as was anything in the surrounding areas. Robin had never seen the whole part of the Forest burned down. He was scared, and leaving his parents' corpses, he went back to their, no, his hut, and blindly packed his belongings, namely, his staff, books, clothes and cloaks and money, tears flowing out of his eyes, all thoughts, sights and feelings that he had clouded by his confusion and sadness.
Robin fled. Was there anything else to do, other than to die like his parents had? Maybe he should've done so, he thought while walking towards the south, where, according to the Book of Lore that he brought, the Centre of Arysia was located, where he could find refuge from the people who killed his parents. But he didn't since he was smart enough to know that his parents would have wanted him to survive, so he did.
A few months passed by quickly, which were marred by hardships, despair, sadness and anger. From what Robin had gathered while traveling blindly towards his safety, he knew that invaders were coming from lands unknown, trying to claim Arysia from its rightful owners, and his parents had died as a result. By then he had accepted his parents' deaths, wearily resigning himself to the fact that he could not change anything and that he should try to survive and enjoy himself.
So he continued to wander, helping the few people that he met with their simple errands and getting paid enough money to make himself survive. He now has no goals as well as no passion other than his art and to keep his life, although he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to reclaim the home he once had, and to strike back at the people who hurt him and his family.
Age: 21
Race: Human
Profession: Sorcerer
Alignment: Arysian
Appearance:
Robin has orange, medium length hair that is rather messy, covering the back of his head and neck. His hair also has long bangs that conceal his forehead. He has bright, brown eyes that always seem to glitter with curiosity. A rather long nose and thin mouth also appear on his tanned face. No tattoos decorate his body, although a thin, diagonal scar crosses his left cheek which came from an accident stemming for his ineptitude with his hunting knife.
At 6'1, he is certainly not lacking in height, although his thin body exposes his lack of physical strength. He is tanned, although not overly so, as he spends a lot of time robed under the sun.
He usually dons orange, rather flamboyant robes, although in recent times, he has been forced to wear a worn traveling cloak matted with dirt, clasped around his neck with a brooch in the shape of a leaf. When traveling, he conceals his face with the hood of his cloak, only revealing his orange hair and tanned face when in trusted company. He also wears a dark-colored tunic as an undershirt and simple, loose trousers in order to ward off suspicion as to what he might be, other than a traveler. He also wears soft, grey, cloth gloves, a leather belt partially concealed under his tunic, with water and wineskins, as well as a small, rather unsharpened hunting knife.
He always carries with his Rowan traveling staff, which doubles as a walking stick and the odd weapon. He also carries his leather pack on his back, containing most of his possessions, including a pouch with a moderate sum of money, enough to buy food and supplies for around a fortnight. He has accumulated this by helping travelers, who in their gratitude repaid him in monetary values. Five books of sorcery also reside in his pack, four of then focusing on offensive spells of an element each, one focusing of healing minor wounds and sicknesses, all of these he knows by heart, and has practiced for more than a decade now. He also has a book of lore, which includes outdated information about the land of Arysia, containing maps of regions as well as Arysia's history, its wildlife and fauna and flora.
Personality:
Robin is a curious fellow, his mind and eyes alive with the prospect of knowledge all around him. He is easily excited when faced with things that he has yet to see, although he tries to hide it, his eyes give out all the clues needed to see his excitement. He is intelligent enough when it comes to matters of academics and sorcery, the latter of which he practices daily. Carefree and joyful when he is not under some task, he enjoys simple entertainment, whether it be a rousing ballad from a troubadour who passes him by, or lazily lying down on the grass and watching the clouds and birds fly above him.
His curious and carefree manner changes when he is faced with a task, becoming focused and determined to solve his problem, as well as being rather harsh in dealing with obstacles in his path. Even though he tries to avoid needless fights, he will not hesitate to act when a situation gets out of hand. He is also helpful enough to people who needs help, willingly lending a helping hand to lost travelers or ailing beggars that he encounters.
He is rather straightforward with his words when speaking, as he is not very skilled in wordy interactions with sentient beings. This makes him seem impolite, but he usually means well. He is a bit tentative when dealing with strangers, hiding his carefree personality under a silent, stoic mask when approached, but after witnessing their actions and becoming more acquainted with others, he usually sheds his distrust and shows his true, joyful colors.
Weapons/Magic:
His Rowan staff and a small hunting knife are all the physical weapons that Robin possesses and he has no great skill in wielding these, no, his main weapon is his magical repertoire.
He has an understanding of offensive spells of four elements, namely fire, earth, wind, lightning. He is also an adequate healer, capable of healing minor sicknesses, deep wounds and ruptured blood vessels although he is still unable to repair broken bones and damaged vital organs. He can do other basic spells from other fields, such as lifting objects (nothing too heavy though).
History:
Robin's parents were both sorcerers, and good ones at that. They both resided in the Asyrian Forest in the North, in a simple hut of wood, mud and clay, helping traders and travelers who they met while practicing their art of sorcery. The had little things to call their own, other than their life, home and happiness. They hunted, laughed, worked, loved and well, just lived in that forest. They didn't care about the outside world, although they knew a lot about it. I mean, really, who cares about anything else when you're here, safe and happy.
Of course, the two had a child. This was Robin. Almost immediately, they sensed that the babe had potential. In fact, they said, he had great potential. So before he was of five years of age, he was taught sorcery by both his parents. He excelled, as he should in these fields, and he liked how he was able to garner praise from his parents, who was delighted at every success that he had.
Life went on for Robin, which was as simple as his parents' life before he was born. He grew in all aspects, mentally and physically.
All of them hunted for food, and although he was not exactly a master at this, he tried hard. Because of his ineptitude with the knife, he scarred himself, and his parents suggested that he hunt with magic instead. Using his skill in sorcery, which was his greatest strength, he was able to help feed his family, and together, they worked and lived.
When Robin thinks about it while he lies down under the stars before he sleeps, he wishes that life had gone on like that forever, where things were simple, and everything he ever needed was there. But no, things were not meant to be that way...
One day, a few months after Robin's 20th birthday, while they were hunting a fine stag near the edge of the Forest, they saw smoke rising up over the foliage, blocking the sky from light and covering the nearby clearings in darkness. His parents went on to investigate, and perhaps to warn the travelers that their fire was disturbing the wildlife.
Robin went on with hunting the stag, which had gone the opposite direction. He was not concerned much, as this had happened before; stray people were burning and destroying their home and they needed to be warned. After he had gotten his kill by tightening the air around the stag's neck to form a noose, he carried it over to their hut, where he waited for his parents to return.
They didn't.
For hours and hours, Robin waited. He knew by now that something was wrong, but he was nervous to see what had happened. So finally, he went to see what happened, and instantly, his world was shattered like glass and its pieces were thrown away to the wind.
His parents had died. They bodies were clearly devoid of life, as was anything in the surrounding areas. Robin had never seen the whole part of the Forest burned down. He was scared, and leaving his parents' corpses, he went back to their, no, his hut, and blindly packed his belongings, namely, his staff, books, clothes and cloaks and money, tears flowing out of his eyes, all thoughts, sights and feelings that he had clouded by his confusion and sadness.
Robin fled. Was there anything else to do, other than to die like his parents had? Maybe he should've done so, he thought while walking towards the south, where, according to the Book of Lore that he brought, the Centre of Arysia was located, where he could find refuge from the people who killed his parents. But he didn't since he was smart enough to know that his parents would have wanted him to survive, so he did.
A few months passed by quickly, which were marred by hardships, despair, sadness and anger. From what Robin had gathered while traveling blindly towards his safety, he knew that invaders were coming from lands unknown, trying to claim Arysia from its rightful owners, and his parents had died as a result. By then he had accepted his parents' deaths, wearily resigning himself to the fact that he could not change anything and that he should try to survive and enjoy himself.
So he continued to wander, helping the few people that he met with their simple errands and getting paid enough money to make himself survive. He now has no goals as well as no passion other than his art and to keep his life, although he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to reclaim the home he once had, and to strike back at the people who hurt him and his family.
