Post by sirkenith on May 14, 2005 12:41:14 GMT -5
Name: Keon
Age:18
Gender:Male
Height:6'1
Eyes:green
Hair:brown
Weight:162
Description:Average looking, lighly built,
Strengths: can handle a weapon, he's not a swords master, but good enough to defend him self, he exels with long range weapons, from spears and pikes to bows.
Weaknesses: kind heart, it can lead him into more trouble than it is worth, some times he wishes he could be more cold and heartless.
Background:Keon grew up in a small quite town, saddly not alot of books, or in that fact schooling, could be attained, so keons thrist for knowledge led him to belive that he could learn everything he had ever wanted to, in a large town, or even a city, so he begins travelling, his father had allowed him a small allowance of gold, and a basic shortsword. Soon after travelling, he met with a small group of bandits, they attacked him, and left him for dead, bleeding on the ground. With his left arm cut open at three diffrent places, his right has a cut running from his shoulder, around his wrist, and into his palm, they burnt his skin in two places on his back. Everything pained him so much, he knew that he was bleeding, he could still move his right arm, and they left the fire, he grasp the handle of the short sword, and thrust it into the fire. Soon the metal was red hot, weilding it in a slow arc, it came in contact with his open flesh, there was a sizling sound, a numb burning sensation, then after he removed it, numbness again, they had left him with a small vile of potent ale, pouring that into the wound, then another laying of the sword, and the wound was clean. He had done the same thing to every wound, untill it was his left arm. He couldn't use his right, so he tore a small strip of his shirt to help bind his wounds on his left arm. He remebered a old storie that he was once told, about the Aei Sedia and how they could heal, but it came at a great price. He knew that he wouldn't want to pay the price, so he would learn to live with it.
Age:18
Gender:Male
Height:6'1
Eyes:green
Hair:brown
Weight:162
Description:Average looking, lighly built,
Strengths: can handle a weapon, he's not a swords master, but good enough to defend him self, he exels with long range weapons, from spears and pikes to bows.
Weaknesses: kind heart, it can lead him into more trouble than it is worth, some times he wishes he could be more cold and heartless.
Background:Keon grew up in a small quite town, saddly not alot of books, or in that fact schooling, could be attained, so keons thrist for knowledge led him to belive that he could learn everything he had ever wanted to, in a large town, or even a city, so he begins travelling, his father had allowed him a small allowance of gold, and a basic shortsword. Soon after travelling, he met with a small group of bandits, they attacked him, and left him for dead, bleeding on the ground. With his left arm cut open at three diffrent places, his right has a cut running from his shoulder, around his wrist, and into his palm, they burnt his skin in two places on his back. Everything pained him so much, he knew that he was bleeding, he could still move his right arm, and they left the fire, he grasp the handle of the short sword, and thrust it into the fire. Soon the metal was red hot, weilding it in a slow arc, it came in contact with his open flesh, there was a sizling sound, a numb burning sensation, then after he removed it, numbness again, they had left him with a small vile of potent ale, pouring that into the wound, then another laying of the sword, and the wound was clean. He had done the same thing to every wound, untill it was his left arm. He couldn't use his right, so he tore a small strip of his shirt to help bind his wounds on his left arm. He remebered a old storie that he was once told, about the Aei Sedia and how they could heal, but it came at a great price. He knew that he wouldn't want to pay the price, so he would learn to live with it.
