Post by sirkenith on Jan 5, 2005 16:55:43 GMT -5
Name: Ken Altar
Age:17
Gender:male
Height:6'3
Eyes:green
Hair:brown
Weight:156
Description:ken's is light built, his muscles are well blanced against his youth, his hair is always in disaray.
Strengths:his minds eye
Weaknesses:his own thoughts
Background:
Ken grew up in a small rural area, his home town was a small tight-nit group of family’s that knew allot about each other, wen something went wrong the hole town instantly knew about it. For the most part ken had an average family, and an average life, but a few weeks after his last birthday, everything started to change, his life went into chaos. He caught the Town Square on fire, it scared every one wen fire broke out on the green. Later he told his parents about what had happened, about the sick feeling he had the last couple of days, he said it started after the fire had started, after the pure image of a raging flame sprung from his hand and onto the green. His parents were outraged at his lies, and soon every one found out, one night, a group of people came to his family’s door. Ken crept down the stairs and waited behind the wall, they were the elders of the village. One appeared to notice his shadow but did not say anything, they were talking in hushed tones, but not low enough for his hearing "the boy must be taught about his powers, we have never feared anyone who could touch source, but times have changed." The tallest one said with a grim tone "but is there nothing we can do, I mean his powers are strange but nothing bad enough to take action against." Ken's mother seemed strangely anxious to finish her talk with them "no, he must be taught a lesson, either he leaves or other actions will be taken". The man pulled a small well-polished dagger, “you know what you must do, if he is not gone by noon, you will all be run out of the village, I’m sorry but it is our…and your laws.” Then the men walked out, ken knew what he had to do, and it was either escape or finished in a small town like this. Ken could hear his mother’s sobs al the way from hear, his father was trying to comfort her be he knew it was no good. Ken thought “if only I could get away from here, and stop this then maybe I could come back and continue life here.” Ken knew that was a now going to be a long lost memory, he also knew that if he was to survive he would need to learn how use weapon. Ken went down stairs sneaking past his father and mother room he grabbed his coat and headed out the front door, the cold night air seemed to freeze him to the core, he headed out to the barn, and grabbed a few things. As ken was groping around in the dark he heard a faint click, like the lock on a door. His father walked in with a lantern lit, “come on son, I know you heard every thing, I think no I know what needs to be done.” Ken’s father handed him a saddlebag, and a blanket roll. They packet the saddle bags full, one with food and medical supply’s. Ken knew he would need the medical supplies more than the food, because he could grab it from the trees along the way. “Now ken I know I haven’t taught you how to use weapons, but here take this, I’ve had it since forever I guess, my father had it, and his father had it, so it’s rather old” Ken’s father handed him a nicely crafted short sword, it had a basic leather bound handle, and glinting steel blade. Now ken knew he had to leave, the sun was rising and his hopes were falling. He saw a group of villagers approach the house, only this time they were more like an angry mob, “thanks” ken said and burst through the barn doors flinging them wide open, and galloping at top speed to the hills in the west.
Age:17
Gender:male
Height:6'3
Eyes:green
Hair:brown
Weight:156
Description:ken's is light built, his muscles are well blanced against his youth, his hair is always in disaray.
Strengths:his minds eye
Weaknesses:his own thoughts
Background:
Ken grew up in a small rural area, his home town was a small tight-nit group of family’s that knew allot about each other, wen something went wrong the hole town instantly knew about it. For the most part ken had an average family, and an average life, but a few weeks after his last birthday, everything started to change, his life went into chaos. He caught the Town Square on fire, it scared every one wen fire broke out on the green. Later he told his parents about what had happened, about the sick feeling he had the last couple of days, he said it started after the fire had started, after the pure image of a raging flame sprung from his hand and onto the green. His parents were outraged at his lies, and soon every one found out, one night, a group of people came to his family’s door. Ken crept down the stairs and waited behind the wall, they were the elders of the village. One appeared to notice his shadow but did not say anything, they were talking in hushed tones, but not low enough for his hearing "the boy must be taught about his powers, we have never feared anyone who could touch source, but times have changed." The tallest one said with a grim tone "but is there nothing we can do, I mean his powers are strange but nothing bad enough to take action against." Ken's mother seemed strangely anxious to finish her talk with them "no, he must be taught a lesson, either he leaves or other actions will be taken". The man pulled a small well-polished dagger, “you know what you must do, if he is not gone by noon, you will all be run out of the village, I’m sorry but it is our…and your laws.” Then the men walked out, ken knew what he had to do, and it was either escape or finished in a small town like this. Ken could hear his mother’s sobs al the way from hear, his father was trying to comfort her be he knew it was no good. Ken thought “if only I could get away from here, and stop this then maybe I could come back and continue life here.” Ken knew that was a now going to be a long lost memory, he also knew that if he was to survive he would need to learn how use weapon. Ken went down stairs sneaking past his father and mother room he grabbed his coat and headed out the front door, the cold night air seemed to freeze him to the core, he headed out to the barn, and grabbed a few things. As ken was groping around in the dark he heard a faint click, like the lock on a door. His father walked in with a lantern lit, “come on son, I know you heard every thing, I think no I know what needs to be done.” Ken’s father handed him a saddlebag, and a blanket roll. They packet the saddle bags full, one with food and medical supply’s. Ken knew he would need the medical supplies more than the food, because he could grab it from the trees along the way. “Now ken I know I haven’t taught you how to use weapons, but here take this, I’ve had it since forever I guess, my father had it, and his father had it, so it’s rather old” Ken’s father handed him a nicely crafted short sword, it had a basic leather bound handle, and glinting steel blade. Now ken knew he had to leave, the sun was rising and his hopes were falling. He saw a group of villagers approach the house, only this time they were more like an angry mob, “thanks” ken said and burst through the barn doors flinging them wide open, and galloping at top speed to the hills in the west.
