Post by Jasen "Dreamer" Masters on Oct 8, 2009 8:40:18 GMT
Name: Jasen Masters “Dreamer”
Dreamer is his given name by the Gypsy people
Age: 16
(17 now)
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Dreamer is an “odd” looking individual, odd being an understatement. It doesn’t just have to do with what he wears, which is usually what he was wearing as a gypsy. A thick brown shirt with the sleeves torn off and mended, a short white jacket over it. He wears a pair of white breaches with a large brown belt, which holds a long brown cloth over the front. The cloth has an intricate symbol of a white dragon over it. Over the bottom of his pant legs are white boots. Add a pair of earrings and other assortment of jewelry, and you have dreamer’s wardrobe.
It also has to do with his physical appearance as well. He is of average height, and just barely has some muscle on his skin, which is lightly tanned from travel. His hair is long and shaggy, hard to tame, and so it often referred to as his “White mane”. He tries to keep it out of his face, and even has to tie it back sometimes with a brown cloth. That is only the tip of the iceberg though, no where near the limit in the sky. His eyes are the crown jewel of his oddity, since they are both different color. One is a golden color; the other is a light blue. Since this usually attracts bad attention, Dreamer often keeps his golden eye hidden beneath a bit of his hear.
Character: (Personality)
For all his faults, Dreamer is a deeply caring person. He hates to see others, especially people he knows, in any sort of pain. This usually leads to him doing something both rash and rather stupid. On top of that, he had a sense of curiosity that cannot be stopped, which gets him into trouble. He goes threw great lengths to fill his curiosity and discover the answers to his questions.
Not very quick to anger, Dreamer has found that his expressions and words can be used against others. Rather than showing his anger to someone, he tries to smile and degrade them with humor, which tends to make them angrier. Dreamer likes to be humorous and make jokes, whether they are appropriate or not. He keeps himself busy, whether it is by entertaining others with his music and dance or trying to study his magic.
Strengths-
*Excellent Ability to sing, dance, and play violin
*An acrobatic, very limber and able to dodge
*Small skill in Pick pocketing and lying
*Quick Learner
*can stay calm and use his head
Weaknesses-
*Often angers others with his comments and expressions
*Quick to join the side of the underdog
*Limited education (To be changed later)
*Too curious for his own good (Gets him into trouble)
*Tries to “Fix” everything
Magic: White Magic
Weaponry Skills: Dagger, small blades
Character History:
Dreamer was born to a gypsy woman, and so he grew up in a gypsy caravan. He never knew his father, him mother never spoke of him and would not let him discuss or question his identity. That one speck of knowledge he had no access to is what started his troublesome curiosity. Since he could walk, Dreamer would sneak around and spy on things he had no business spying on.
This talent with spying, deprived from his curiosity, soon led to Dreamer learning the thief’s trade. Lying, stealing, he preformed them both remarkable. His mother became worried when she started noticing her boy’s constant disappearance, and convinced him to start playing an instrument along with the other caravan.
This led to Dreamer learning to play the violin, which he seemed to be a natural of. His fingers, trained to be quick and precise, hit each note perfectly. He never learned to read sheet music, that wasn’t the gypsy way. Gypsy music was random, spontaneous, and exciting. Those were all traits Dreamer found to be the most interesting. Soon, he started to lie and steal less and less.
Now playing the violin, it took only a few months before he started to get more involved with the other gypsy arts. It began with singing, while playing the violin he would soon find himself humming a tune with the beat. That humming started to form words, and his voice took flight. The caravan would gather around when he sang, seeming enchanted by his voice.
Years went by and Dreamer became a teenager, which began with Dreamers interest in women, one in particular, Scarlet. She was his age and had joined their caravan a year before after departing from another. She was a dancer who caught his attention with her delicate steps and fluent movements. It didn’t take very long before he became interested in dancing as well, if only to draw her attention. She was the quiet type who kept to herself and spoke very little, so it took Dreamer awhile before she would accept to teach him.
Dreamer began as a very clumsy dancing partner. Having given up on his thievish ways for a couple months, his feet were a little rusty to moving quickly. He learned quickly though, paying attention and doing as he was instructed. He soon was able to perform without assistance, feeling the dance in the music. His body started to grow quicker, more precise. In a few short months, Scarlet and Dreamer were the most experienced dances the caravan had ever seen.
For over a year this was how his life turned out. He would sing, dance, and play his beautiful music. He seemed on top of the world, and no one could bring him down. Life was perfect, until the bandits struck his caravan. They were passing a mountain pass when they were attacked. Few were killed, most were injured, one of which was Scarlet. She had slipped trying to run away and had somehow broken her foot, she could not dance. Dreamer soon found himself at Scarlet’s bedside each night, skipping the time to dance and sing. He could not, or would not, perform without her. One night she was struck with a high fever and started talking in her sleep. Dreamer did not know what to do, so he sang for her.
He could feel the song rising up, and when he released it, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. He closed his eyes and just let the song carry him until it ended. When it did, Scarlets fever had gone away; Dreamer was thrilled for a moment before he was hit with a sudden rush, and fell asleep weary. He woke up the next afternoon to an empty bed, when he rushed outside to look for scarlet; he found her dancing alongside one of the carts. Dreamer just sat down and watched, his mind working its way around the events of the previous night.
That’s when he discovered, it was all his doing. He had healed Scarlet and may have saved her life. The thought of that scared, and excited, him. The knowledge of having that he had that kind of power. He knew what it meant, he was a mage. For months Dreamer thought about that power, but did not act on it. He feared what others of his caravan may think of him when they learned about what he could do.
He did tell one person though, Scarlet. He could not keep that from her; He felt she deserved to know. That and he was hoping she would reward him with a kiss. It took only a moment after telling her how he found out about his power that she thanked in just the way he had hoped.
Dreamer left it at that, he didn’t know how he should approach with his power, even though he was curious. His curiosity kept it in his head constantly for months. Then the caravan passed threw Camelot to restock supplies, and Dreamer found the Holy Grail to all his questions. The city had a Magic guild for people like him. For two days he scouted the place out, to see if it was legit. The day his caravan was to leave Camelot, he said his goodbyes, and stayed in Camelot.
It pained him to say goodbye to his whole family, the caravan. His mother was worried for him; she didn’t know why her boy was suddenly leaving. Only Scarlet truly knew, and she accepted the fact that their paths were to lead to different places.
So Dreamer kissed her goodbye and watched as they departed from the city. Then he immediately walked to the mage’s guild, to see about being accepted as a member.
Sample Roleplay:
Dreamer moved through the open crowed in the streets of Camelot. Streaks of tears were still visible on his face after saying goodbye to his caravan. He still couldn’t believe he had left them to pursue his own future. Doubt started to slowly creep into his head with each step he took. He rounded a corner and almost stopped to turn around, when he saw the guild. Now seeing the building in front of him, he was filled with self confidence and purpose.
He marched towards the guild doors, certain he would gain membership. He had no where else to go now, he had stayed to join. He had a pack on each shoulder, one carrying his violin and the other his possessions, which was little in comparison to others. He had no other option but to gain membership now, no matter what.
He stopped at the door and waited for a moment, thinking. His mind played tug-a-war with itself. One side was doubtful of his chances, the other sounded almost too arrogant of his abilities. After some time he noticed people watching, and decided to act fast. Lifting his right hand, he balled it into a fist, and knocked.
Dreamer is his given name by the Gypsy people
Age: 16
(17 now)
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Dreamer is an “odd” looking individual, odd being an understatement. It doesn’t just have to do with what he wears, which is usually what he was wearing as a gypsy. A thick brown shirt with the sleeves torn off and mended, a short white jacket over it. He wears a pair of white breaches with a large brown belt, which holds a long brown cloth over the front. The cloth has an intricate symbol of a white dragon over it. Over the bottom of his pant legs are white boots. Add a pair of earrings and other assortment of jewelry, and you have dreamer’s wardrobe.
It also has to do with his physical appearance as well. He is of average height, and just barely has some muscle on his skin, which is lightly tanned from travel. His hair is long and shaggy, hard to tame, and so it often referred to as his “White mane”. He tries to keep it out of his face, and even has to tie it back sometimes with a brown cloth. That is only the tip of the iceberg though, no where near the limit in the sky. His eyes are the crown jewel of his oddity, since they are both different color. One is a golden color; the other is a light blue. Since this usually attracts bad attention, Dreamer often keeps his golden eye hidden beneath a bit of his hear.
Character: (Personality)
For all his faults, Dreamer is a deeply caring person. He hates to see others, especially people he knows, in any sort of pain. This usually leads to him doing something both rash and rather stupid. On top of that, he had a sense of curiosity that cannot be stopped, which gets him into trouble. He goes threw great lengths to fill his curiosity and discover the answers to his questions.
Not very quick to anger, Dreamer has found that his expressions and words can be used against others. Rather than showing his anger to someone, he tries to smile and degrade them with humor, which tends to make them angrier. Dreamer likes to be humorous and make jokes, whether they are appropriate or not. He keeps himself busy, whether it is by entertaining others with his music and dance or trying to study his magic.
Strengths-
*Excellent Ability to sing, dance, and play violin
*An acrobatic, very limber and able to dodge
*Small skill in Pick pocketing and lying
*Quick Learner
*can stay calm and use his head
Weaknesses-
*Often angers others with his comments and expressions
*Quick to join the side of the underdog
*Limited education (To be changed later)
*Too curious for his own good (Gets him into trouble)
*Tries to “Fix” everything
Magic: White Magic
Weaponry Skills: Dagger, small blades
Character History:
Dreamer was born to a gypsy woman, and so he grew up in a gypsy caravan. He never knew his father, him mother never spoke of him and would not let him discuss or question his identity. That one speck of knowledge he had no access to is what started his troublesome curiosity. Since he could walk, Dreamer would sneak around and spy on things he had no business spying on.
This talent with spying, deprived from his curiosity, soon led to Dreamer learning the thief’s trade. Lying, stealing, he preformed them both remarkable. His mother became worried when she started noticing her boy’s constant disappearance, and convinced him to start playing an instrument along with the other caravan.
This led to Dreamer learning to play the violin, which he seemed to be a natural of. His fingers, trained to be quick and precise, hit each note perfectly. He never learned to read sheet music, that wasn’t the gypsy way. Gypsy music was random, spontaneous, and exciting. Those were all traits Dreamer found to be the most interesting. Soon, he started to lie and steal less and less.
Now playing the violin, it took only a few months before he started to get more involved with the other gypsy arts. It began with singing, while playing the violin he would soon find himself humming a tune with the beat. That humming started to form words, and his voice took flight. The caravan would gather around when he sang, seeming enchanted by his voice.
Years went by and Dreamer became a teenager, which began with Dreamers interest in women, one in particular, Scarlet. She was his age and had joined their caravan a year before after departing from another. She was a dancer who caught his attention with her delicate steps and fluent movements. It didn’t take very long before he became interested in dancing as well, if only to draw her attention. She was the quiet type who kept to herself and spoke very little, so it took Dreamer awhile before she would accept to teach him.
Dreamer began as a very clumsy dancing partner. Having given up on his thievish ways for a couple months, his feet were a little rusty to moving quickly. He learned quickly though, paying attention and doing as he was instructed. He soon was able to perform without assistance, feeling the dance in the music. His body started to grow quicker, more precise. In a few short months, Scarlet and Dreamer were the most experienced dances the caravan had ever seen.
For over a year this was how his life turned out. He would sing, dance, and play his beautiful music. He seemed on top of the world, and no one could bring him down. Life was perfect, until the bandits struck his caravan. They were passing a mountain pass when they were attacked. Few were killed, most were injured, one of which was Scarlet. She had slipped trying to run away and had somehow broken her foot, she could not dance. Dreamer soon found himself at Scarlet’s bedside each night, skipping the time to dance and sing. He could not, or would not, perform without her. One night she was struck with a high fever and started talking in her sleep. Dreamer did not know what to do, so he sang for her.
He could feel the song rising up, and when he released it, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. He closed his eyes and just let the song carry him until it ended. When it did, Scarlets fever had gone away; Dreamer was thrilled for a moment before he was hit with a sudden rush, and fell asleep weary. He woke up the next afternoon to an empty bed, when he rushed outside to look for scarlet; he found her dancing alongside one of the carts. Dreamer just sat down and watched, his mind working its way around the events of the previous night.
That’s when he discovered, it was all his doing. He had healed Scarlet and may have saved her life. The thought of that scared, and excited, him. The knowledge of having that he had that kind of power. He knew what it meant, he was a mage. For months Dreamer thought about that power, but did not act on it. He feared what others of his caravan may think of him when they learned about what he could do.
He did tell one person though, Scarlet. He could not keep that from her; He felt she deserved to know. That and he was hoping she would reward him with a kiss. It took only a moment after telling her how he found out about his power that she thanked in just the way he had hoped.
Dreamer left it at that, he didn’t know how he should approach with his power, even though he was curious. His curiosity kept it in his head constantly for months. Then the caravan passed threw Camelot to restock supplies, and Dreamer found the Holy Grail to all his questions. The city had a Magic guild for people like him. For two days he scouted the place out, to see if it was legit. The day his caravan was to leave Camelot, he said his goodbyes, and stayed in Camelot.
It pained him to say goodbye to his whole family, the caravan. His mother was worried for him; she didn’t know why her boy was suddenly leaving. Only Scarlet truly knew, and she accepted the fact that their paths were to lead to different places.
So Dreamer kissed her goodbye and watched as they departed from the city. Then he immediately walked to the mage’s guild, to see about being accepted as a member.
Sample Roleplay:
Dreamer moved through the open crowed in the streets of Camelot. Streaks of tears were still visible on his face after saying goodbye to his caravan. He still couldn’t believe he had left them to pursue his own future. Doubt started to slowly creep into his head with each step he took. He rounded a corner and almost stopped to turn around, when he saw the guild. Now seeing the building in front of him, he was filled with self confidence and purpose.
He marched towards the guild doors, certain he would gain membership. He had no where else to go now, he had stayed to join. He had a pack on each shoulder, one carrying his violin and the other his possessions, which was little in comparison to others. He had no other option but to gain membership now, no matter what.
He stopped at the door and waited for a moment, thinking. His mind played tug-a-war with itself. One side was doubtful of his chances, the other sounded almost too arrogant of his abilities. After some time he noticed people watching, and decided to act fast. Lifting his right hand, he balled it into a fist, and knocked.
