Post by Tralos Soldera on Jul 3, 2009 1:22:16 GMT 5.5
Name: Tralos Soldera
Age: 25
Race: Elf
Profession: Mercenary
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance: Tralos is a tall elf, about 5'11" and is a heavier set, muscular from his years of being a warrior. He has many scars from his career, most being on his arms and upper chest, and has a few tattoos. One is a tribal sun on his right bicep, and the other is a sword and shield with his family crest in the background on his lower back.
His eyes are green, that change color according to his mood. Lighter greens are happier colors, darker greens are the bad moods. His hair is an inky black, and aboutjaw length. His hair is kind of stringy, and the bangs fall slightly over his eyes. He wears a cloth grey shirt with dark grey silk trousers. He has a set of heavy chainmail with leather under-set, and a small steel shield.
Personality: Tralos is a lonely person, who doesn't trust or make friends easily. When he does make a friend, he is fiercely loyal to that person. He is kind of gruff, but a good guy once you get to know him. He tends to distrust people and doesn't like relying on people, so he is always alone in combat. He tends to not kill his opponents, but will if required to or he really hates his opponent.
Weapons/Magic: Tralos carries a longsword and a dagger for his weapons, as well as a longbow that he can use for either hunting or fighting, though he favors his sword over his bow.
As for magic, Tralos uses only enhancing magic types, like ones that make him faster, or stronger.
History: Born in northern Arysia, Tralos did not have a tragic past like many others. He grew up, learned his basics of swordsmanship from his father, who was a retired soldier, and his basics of sorcery from his mother, who was the village elder. While his village did get burned in a raid, his family escaped and ran to the capital city of Shovenia.
After he grew of age, he joined a local band of mercenaries, getting training and learning the basics of living in the wild. He eventually became one of the strongest in the band. One of their missions, they were ambushed, and everyone but Tralos died. He now wanders the land, doing missions, and searching for people skilled enough to join him in order to resurrect the mercenary band he was once a part of.
Age: 25
Race: Elf
Profession: Mercenary
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance: Tralos is a tall elf, about 5'11" and is a heavier set, muscular from his years of being a warrior. He has many scars from his career, most being on his arms and upper chest, and has a few tattoos. One is a tribal sun on his right bicep, and the other is a sword and shield with his family crest in the background on his lower back.
His eyes are green, that change color according to his mood. Lighter greens are happier colors, darker greens are the bad moods. His hair is an inky black, and aboutjaw length. His hair is kind of stringy, and the bangs fall slightly over his eyes. He wears a cloth grey shirt with dark grey silk trousers. He has a set of heavy chainmail with leather under-set, and a small steel shield.
Personality: Tralos is a lonely person, who doesn't trust or make friends easily. When he does make a friend, he is fiercely loyal to that person. He is kind of gruff, but a good guy once you get to know him. He tends to distrust people and doesn't like relying on people, so he is always alone in combat. He tends to not kill his opponents, but will if required to or he really hates his opponent.
Weapons/Magic: Tralos carries a longsword and a dagger for his weapons, as well as a longbow that he can use for either hunting or fighting, though he favors his sword over his bow.
As for magic, Tralos uses only enhancing magic types, like ones that make him faster, or stronger.
History: Born in northern Arysia, Tralos did not have a tragic past like many others. He grew up, learned his basics of swordsmanship from his father, who was a retired soldier, and his basics of sorcery from his mother, who was the village elder. While his village did get burned in a raid, his family escaped and ran to the capital city of Shovenia.
After he grew of age, he joined a local band of mercenaries, getting training and learning the basics of living in the wild. He eventually became one of the strongest in the band. One of their missions, they were ambushed, and everyone but Tralos died. He now wanders the land, doing missions, and searching for people skilled enough to join him in order to resurrect the mercenary band he was once a part of.
