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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Jan 10 2008, 09:38 PM |
Beware the Berserkergang...
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- Full name: Al'aundro Adezaris (Pronounced All-ondro Ah-dezz-arris) - Alias: Al - Trade: Novice Woodsman - Race: Wood Elf - Age: 61 (Very young, in elven terms. About the maturity of a 12 year old in human age. However, he has spent four years in human civilization, and became rapidly more mature in that time, to that of a human 17 or 18 year old.) - Height: 5'2" - Weight: 110 lbs - Skin color: Pale White - Eye Color: Dark Blue - Hair color (if applicable): Short, Brown hair - Weapons used: A small, handcrafted short-bow (made himself when he was young). It is a bit small, but its size allows more mobility and makes the weapon more hideable. - Skills: He a skilled marksman in most aspects, mainly with the bow. He has little love for guns. - Personality: Quiet, but very inquisitive. Knows little of human culture. - Accessories: Nothing, other than some light, flexible leather armor. - Character history: Al'aundro Adezaris was a simple, elven child living in a small settlement west of the Elven Capitol. Even for an elf, people found him to be exceedingly quiet as he grew up. He merely sat in the forests, gazing at the flora and fauna, carving on some random block of wood he would find, or taking notes on the things he saw. Eventually, he carved a small bow, and, to everyone's surprise, became quite proficient with it. He trained with that bow for the rest of his time at the village. A stranger one day limped into the village, badly wounded. He collapsed, coincidentally, near Al'aundro's home, and ended up being cared for there as well. During the stay there, the adventurer told Al all of his many deeds, both good and bad; his parents and friends were amazed that he would listen so intently to a complete stranger. Eventually, the hero healed, packed his belongings, and left the peaceful village. Enthralled by his tales, Al packed his things as well and left the town one night when everyone was asleep. He left a note for his mother saying that he was "going to be the best archer ever and save damsels in distress, just like the injured man." He wished his world goodbye for a time as he strolled through the forest, his bow strapped across his back. That was four human years ago. He has since matured rapidly to about that of an 18 year old, and has nearly lost his childish 'luster' of life. Edited by Fatalis Maximus, Jan 27 2009, 09:32 PM.
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"Hmph. I don't even need this rusty sword to kill you." - GSD | |
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