Post by Backabuth on Aug 26, 2008 20:51:57 GMT -5
Your user name: Backabuth
Phrase needed in application: It's either Du Sundavar Freohr or Arget
Character name: Tazaf (Pronunciation: (Tay-zoof)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance: Black and red hair take up most of his head, and cover up most of his face. Red eyes blaze underneath, with a clean slightly tanned face.
Home: Belatona
Clothing: Tazaf where's a dark black tunic with baggy black pants. He wears knee high black leather boots, and black gloves.
Preferred weapons: A short sword
Skills: He is one of the best swordsman in the land and is a very good horse rider.
Weakness: He has a weakness of using his bow an arrows, climbing cliffs, and women.
Personality/traits/Habits: Tazaf is very quiet, never speaking his mind. He tends to keep everything bottled up and then takes it out on his opponent when sword fighting. He has hate bottled up inside of him for the person who killed his parents when he was so young and he tends to hold grudges. Overall though, Tazaf is a very nice young man, wanting someone to love and someone to love him.
Pet: He is accompanied by a werecat, Rewq, and a black stallion, Jabay.
Brief History: Tazaf was raised by his father, his mother having died in childbirth, and was left alone when his father was murdered when Tazaf was 3. He grew up learning how to fight and in turn he is now one of the greatest swordsman who has ever lived.
Role Play sample: The beer stung Tazaf's throat as he drank it. "The mead gettin to ya, lad?" Tazaf shook his head, drinking the last of the beer. "Thank you." He walked out of the bar, heading back to his home. He was stopped by a woman who pushed him against a nearby wall, hands on his shoulders. "Hello, handsome. Would you like me to buy you a drink? And a room?" Tazaf smiled at the young woman and gently pushed her hands off of his shoulders. "Na, but thank you." Her eyes turned dark. In a stern voice she said, "Can I get you a beer and a room?" Tazaf frowned. "No, thank you." The woman slapped him. "I asked if you wanted a room and a beer!" Tazaf gripped the hilt of his sword. "And I said, No." The woman stepped back, startled by the tone in his voice. "Do you know where you are?" Tazaf squinted his eyes at her. "Where am I?" She smiled mockingly. "Not a nice part of town." He scowled and walked away from her, angry. He found where he had tied up Jabay and mounted him, hearing the woman's laughter.
Phrase needed in application: It's either Du Sundavar Freohr or Arget
Character name: Tazaf (Pronunciation: (Tay-zoof)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance: Black and red hair take up most of his head, and cover up most of his face. Red eyes blaze underneath, with a clean slightly tanned face.
Home: Belatona
Clothing: Tazaf where's a dark black tunic with baggy black pants. He wears knee high black leather boots, and black gloves.
Preferred weapons: A short sword
Skills: He is one of the best swordsman in the land and is a very good horse rider.
Weakness: He has a weakness of using his bow an arrows, climbing cliffs, and women.
Personality/traits/Habits: Tazaf is very quiet, never speaking his mind. He tends to keep everything bottled up and then takes it out on his opponent when sword fighting. He has hate bottled up inside of him for the person who killed his parents when he was so young and he tends to hold grudges. Overall though, Tazaf is a very nice young man, wanting someone to love and someone to love him.
Pet: He is accompanied by a werecat, Rewq, and a black stallion, Jabay.
Brief History: Tazaf was raised by his father, his mother having died in childbirth, and was left alone when his father was murdered when Tazaf was 3. He grew up learning how to fight and in turn he is now one of the greatest swordsman who has ever lived.
Role Play sample: The beer stung Tazaf's throat as he drank it. "The mead gettin to ya, lad?" Tazaf shook his head, drinking the last of the beer. "Thank you." He walked out of the bar, heading back to his home. He was stopped by a woman who pushed him against a nearby wall, hands on his shoulders. "Hello, handsome. Would you like me to buy you a drink? And a room?" Tazaf smiled at the young woman and gently pushed her hands off of his shoulders. "Na, but thank you." Her eyes turned dark. In a stern voice she said, "Can I get you a beer and a room?" Tazaf frowned. "No, thank you." The woman slapped him. "I asked if you wanted a room and a beer!" Tazaf gripped the hilt of his sword. "And I said, No." The woman stepped back, startled by the tone in his voice. "Do you know where you are?" Tazaf squinted his eyes at her. "Where am I?" She smiled mockingly. "Not a nice part of town." He scowled and walked away from her, angry. He found where he had tied up Jabay and mounted him, hearing the woman's laughter.
