Post by Firestar on Sept 26, 2008 11:49:52 GMT -5
Username: firestar
Phrase needed: Du Sundavar Freohr
Character name: Kyrron
Race: human
Gender: male
Age: 25
Allegience: Empire
Appearance: Kyrron has deep black hair. His eyes are two different colors: one is pale blue and the other is dark green. He has a long scar on the right side of his face. He is tall, lean, and muscular. He has a very menacing look.
Home: Ceunon
Clothing: black clothing, from his shirt to his boots. No matter the material, he will not wear colors.
Preferred weapons: his many knives and daggers he had hidden on his person.
Skills: Kyrron is very good with all kinds of weapons, though, as stated, he prefers short blades rather than swords.
Weaknesses:
1. He has a confused heart. He was raised to hate the Varden and everything they stand for, but he personally believes they are right.
2. There is a certain man he hates. He has not seen this man in over sixteen years, and the reason for his hate is unknown, but it's enough to nearly drive him mad at times.
3. He loves the younger daughter of the man he hates.
Personality/traits/habits: Kyrron is normally dark in his personality. He keeps to himself mostly. Though he is nice enough to his few friends, those who do not know him fear him, and rightly so. He is willing to turn on his friends in an instant if it is helpful to himself.
Brief history: Born and raised in Ceunon, Kyrron was brought up in a city that learned to hate the elves. They had invaded their city during the Varden's war against Galbatorix and the only way they could survive was to submit to the elves' superior forces. Because they were working with the Varden, the people of Ceunon hated them as well.
Over the years, Kyrron learned how to fight for himself. He explored the farthest reaches of the Empire. He became a well-known fighter and never lost a fight, or, if he did, he would soon right the mistake. The death of the king was bitter-sweet for him. He had no love for the king, but it meant a supreame victory for the Varden.
As he grew older and could think outside of the hate of his people, he found that, for the most part, he agreed with the Varden's beliefs about the Empire. But all those years of hate cannot be easily turned aside.
Role-play sample: Kyrron stood with a menacing smile on his face.
"Durell, I have come to collect on that debt you owe me." The man looked at him with fear in his eyes.
"But that was...over sixteen years ago! Why have you waited until now?"
"Only because it took me this long to find you." His eyes were cold and merciless.
"Please. I have a family here. Let me send them away before you do your work, at least." Kyrron looked at Durell with contempt.
"No. I think I will let them see what happens when someone crosses me." He drew one of his many blades and took a step towards the man. Suddenly the door burst open and a girl of about sixteen came in. A very beautiful girl, Kyrron noted. When she saw the strange man who had cornered her father and had a knife in his hand, she gave a scream.
"DADDY!"
"Jeriah, don't! Just go outside!" The girl instead ran to her father and stood between him and Kyrron. She looked at him with piercing, pleading sky-blue eyes. Kyrron felt his heart soften and his resolve waver. He lowered his knife and left the house. Before he went out the door, however, he turned and said to Durell, "I shall return."
Phrase needed: Du Sundavar Freohr
Character name: Kyrron
Race: human
Gender: male
Age: 25
Allegience: Empire
Appearance: Kyrron has deep black hair. His eyes are two different colors: one is pale blue and the other is dark green. He has a long scar on the right side of his face. He is tall, lean, and muscular. He has a very menacing look.
Home: Ceunon
Clothing: black clothing, from his shirt to his boots. No matter the material, he will not wear colors.
Preferred weapons: his many knives and daggers he had hidden on his person.
Skills: Kyrron is very good with all kinds of weapons, though, as stated, he prefers short blades rather than swords.
Weaknesses:
1. He has a confused heart. He was raised to hate the Varden and everything they stand for, but he personally believes they are right.
2. There is a certain man he hates. He has not seen this man in over sixteen years, and the reason for his hate is unknown, but it's enough to nearly drive him mad at times.
3. He loves the younger daughter of the man he hates.
Personality/traits/habits: Kyrron is normally dark in his personality. He keeps to himself mostly. Though he is nice enough to his few friends, those who do not know him fear him, and rightly so. He is willing to turn on his friends in an instant if it is helpful to himself.
Brief history: Born and raised in Ceunon, Kyrron was brought up in a city that learned to hate the elves. They had invaded their city during the Varden's war against Galbatorix and the only way they could survive was to submit to the elves' superior forces. Because they were working with the Varden, the people of Ceunon hated them as well.
Over the years, Kyrron learned how to fight for himself. He explored the farthest reaches of the Empire. He became a well-known fighter and never lost a fight, or, if he did, he would soon right the mistake. The death of the king was bitter-sweet for him. He had no love for the king, but it meant a supreame victory for the Varden.
As he grew older and could think outside of the hate of his people, he found that, for the most part, he agreed with the Varden's beliefs about the Empire. But all those years of hate cannot be easily turned aside.
Role-play sample: Kyrron stood with a menacing smile on his face.
"Durell, I have come to collect on that debt you owe me." The man looked at him with fear in his eyes.
"But that was...over sixteen years ago! Why have you waited until now?"
"Only because it took me this long to find you." His eyes were cold and merciless.
"Please. I have a family here. Let me send them away before you do your work, at least." Kyrron looked at Durell with contempt.
"No. I think I will let them see what happens when someone crosses me." He drew one of his many blades and took a step towards the man. Suddenly the door burst open and a girl of about sixteen came in. A very beautiful girl, Kyrron noted. When she saw the strange man who had cornered her father and had a knife in his hand, she gave a scream.
"DADDY!"
"Jeriah, don't! Just go outside!" The girl instead ran to her father and stood between him and Kyrron. She looked at him with piercing, pleading sky-blue eyes. Kyrron felt his heart soften and his resolve waver. He lowered his knife and left the house. Before he went out the door, however, he turned and said to Durell, "I shall return."
