Post by Taigikori on Nov 5, 2005 19:28:33 GMT -5
Name: Taigikori Al' Nemi
Age: 22
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 200 lbs.
Eyes: Midnight blue
Hair: Medium length; dark brown hair
Description: Calm and unpredictable are the best words to describe this Knight. His hand always quick to be rested on the hilt of Calatar, and hard pressed to give trust to any man. His eyes are always quick to catch a bosom or curvy hip, regardless if that bosom carries death on wings. Without remorse in battle, and faithful to that of his beliefs keeps this young Knight a live to see another day of the world’s endless realm of weapons and warfare.
Strengths: A faster reflexive instinct; beast mastery; art of swordsmanship (working on blade master); and luck.
Weaknesses: Acts quickly with brute force, and many times will let his guard down for a pretty face or large bosom.
Biography: Born into the noble house of Lord Brerar of House Brerar of Andor, Taigikori first and foremost is a Queen's man at heart. His path was always to the sword, even at an early age. His mother was never known to him, perhaps some family secret of his father that was better left in the shadows. Raised in the training of a Captain of Andor to form a backbone in his swordsmanship at age thirteen, Taigikori was quick to learn his heritage. His height made him sub conscious, even in his early teenage years. The young man would stand out in the thickest of crowds if not careful with his persona. Without much of a family envirnment in his life, Taigikori Al' Nemi at age sixteen took his leave from House Brerar to form his own private house away from his father.
His sign being the white tiger with twin swords crossed. Education in the arts of weapons and warfare aided Taigikori in breaking away into becoming a Rogue Knight of his own causes at age nineteen. He traveled from town to city, seeking a cause and belief worth fighting and giving his life for. Stories he heard from Gleemen seemed far and distant, not realism for these times of age.
The answers he was seeking he came to realise lay in Tar Valon, far off where the knowledge of the world is cradled if anywhere. The clothes on his back and the sword at his hip provided give him the protection he needs as he strives for that one cause that will strike men in the heart with the clash of battle above. To Tar Valon he rides...
Age: 22
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 200 lbs.
Eyes: Midnight blue
Hair: Medium length; dark brown hair
Description: Calm and unpredictable are the best words to describe this Knight. His hand always quick to be rested on the hilt of Calatar, and hard pressed to give trust to any man. His eyes are always quick to catch a bosom or curvy hip, regardless if that bosom carries death on wings. Without remorse in battle, and faithful to that of his beliefs keeps this young Knight a live to see another day of the world’s endless realm of weapons and warfare.
Strengths: A faster reflexive instinct; beast mastery; art of swordsmanship (working on blade master); and luck.
Weaknesses: Acts quickly with brute force, and many times will let his guard down for a pretty face or large bosom.
Biography: Born into the noble house of Lord Brerar of House Brerar of Andor, Taigikori first and foremost is a Queen's man at heart. His path was always to the sword, even at an early age. His mother was never known to him, perhaps some family secret of his father that was better left in the shadows. Raised in the training of a Captain of Andor to form a backbone in his swordsmanship at age thirteen, Taigikori was quick to learn his heritage. His height made him sub conscious, even in his early teenage years. The young man would stand out in the thickest of crowds if not careful with his persona. Without much of a family envirnment in his life, Taigikori Al' Nemi at age sixteen took his leave from House Brerar to form his own private house away from his father.
His sign being the white tiger with twin swords crossed. Education in the arts of weapons and warfare aided Taigikori in breaking away into becoming a Rogue Knight of his own causes at age nineteen. He traveled from town to city, seeking a cause and belief worth fighting and giving his life for. Stories he heard from Gleemen seemed far and distant, not realism for these times of age.
The answers he was seeking he came to realise lay in Tar Valon, far off where the knowledge of the world is cradled if anywhere. The clothes on his back and the sword at his hip provided give him the protection he needs as he strives for that one cause that will strike men in the heart with the clash of battle above. To Tar Valon he rides...
