Post by Henry Renold on Dec 19, 2008 17:38:17 GMT
Name: Henry Renold
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Appearance: A description of Henry would at first thought, sound handsome and healthy, with a tall, lean frame and astonishingly large dark eyes. However, in reality the boy looks a little less appealing. His frail frame is due to a state of malnourishment, and his eyes -although very dark and alluring are sunken in his pale and thin face. His clothes are very basic, peasant shirts and slacks, with which he always wears a pair of strong dark boots.
Character: Henry has a very suspicious personality. He finds it hard to trust others, especially those of noble origin and this can often make him seem cold hearted and harsh at first. However, his friends, once they have gained his trust, are the most important thing in his life and he would do anything in the world for them.
Henry cannot read and has never been interested in anything academic, for as he was growing up he was taught how to pick locks and pockets rather than math and grammar, but his lack of knowledge does not mean he is unintelligent in any way. He is an excellent judge of character as well as being able to talk himself out of almost any situation and he is brave no matter what dangers he meets.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
S:
Magic: As far as Henry knows he has no magic skill but is very curious about magicians.
Weaponary Skills: He can wield knives well enough but has no real experience with any other weapons.
Character History:
Henry was abandoned as a baby, left on the streets, where he was found by a homeless couple from the slums. He grew up angry at his real parents for leaving him, although now he has come to realise that they are not worth his time. His "foster parents" were as good to him as any others would have been but both passed away before Henry has reached his teens. Although the deaths hit him hard, he coped by becoming untrusting and ruthless, turning to thievery to survive. It was not unusual for those living in the slums to do so, although before the deaths of his parents Henry had not
considered thievery as a real occupation. Now however he belived it necessary and acceptable, and along with his friends he made enough money to live on.
Additional Information: NA
Sample Roleplay:
(Lifted from another site)
Farusan sat, with his head on his hands as he watched the last wisps of the crowd trail out of the cobbled square. Although he averted his eyes, the sound of the gallows creaking in the wind still reverberated through Farusans head and reminded him that hanging up there was one of his own men.
It was the first time anyone had been hung in Lithonion in almost a year, and Farusan knew that this one was his own fault. Robert Caiss, had been a loyal soldier in the past months, continuing to serve Farusan despite the risks. It had been his downfall in the end though, as his death was a result of refusing to reveal details of The Crusaders.
Footsteps aroused Farusan from his own thoughts as the Royal Guards entered the square, grimacing at the body above them but continuing their duties regardless. Soon all but Farusan had been ushered out [with force if necessary]. He sensed them men approaching and carefully eased himself up. He began to hobble towards the nearest exit in the square.
"Halt!" A voice cried.Farusan froze, his breath sharp and hot in his throat.
"Yes?" He rasped in return. The guard looked over him, his dark beady eyes seeming to taste his form.
"Is there something you want?" Farusan asked, his eyes wide with faux innocence. The guard signalled to two others who appeared to be of a lesser rank and hissed some orders at them. With a grim smile he moved on.
A few seconds later Farusan was dragged from the square by the two men. Inside he knew he could have escaped easily, but his disguise would not allow that. A cripple would never have been abke to fight off the guards, even with their slack grip. Still, Farusans blood was boiling. This was a prime example of the way the authorities abused their positions without needing to.
The leader of the rebels was finally left laying in the gutter in one of the tiny alleys of the slums. The harsh laughing of the guards faded slowly as they returned to work, but Farusan still sat in the gutter. The rain had begun and somehow it calmed him, the feeling of the cold water running across his cheeks and forehead.Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a length of black leather tie, looped it around his wrist and pulled it into a tight knot. It lay there beside the 4 bands he already wore, another reason to fight.
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Appearance: A description of Henry would at first thought, sound handsome and healthy, with a tall, lean frame and astonishingly large dark eyes. However, in reality the boy looks a little less appealing. His frail frame is due to a state of malnourishment, and his eyes -although very dark and alluring are sunken in his pale and thin face. His clothes are very basic, peasant shirts and slacks, with which he always wears a pair of strong dark boots.
Character: Henry has a very suspicious personality. He finds it hard to trust others, especially those of noble origin and this can often make him seem cold hearted and harsh at first. However, his friends, once they have gained his trust, are the most important thing in his life and he would do anything in the world for them.
Henry cannot read and has never been interested in anything academic, for as he was growing up he was taught how to pick locks and pockets rather than math and grammar, but his lack of knowledge does not mean he is unintelligent in any way. He is an excellent judge of character as well as being able to talk himself out of almost any situation and he is brave no matter what dangers he meets.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
S:
- He is level headed and brave and can remain calm in tricky situations enabling him to talk himself out of things.
- He is strong physically despite his slender frame
- Henry rarely lazes around and is physically fit. He can run for a substantial time and is also a good swimmer.
W:- He is suspicious of everyone he meets and can be rude and vicious especially towards nobles.
- He cannot read and does not care for it or any other academic activities.
- He makes his money illegally, from thievery.
- He is suspicious of everyone he meets and can be rude and vicious especially towards nobles.
Magic: As far as Henry knows he has no magic skill but is very curious about magicians.
Weaponary Skills: He can wield knives well enough but has no real experience with any other weapons.
Character History:
Henry was abandoned as a baby, left on the streets, where he was found by a homeless couple from the slums. He grew up angry at his real parents for leaving him, although now he has come to realise that they are not worth his time. His "foster parents" were as good to him as any others would have been but both passed away before Henry has reached his teens. Although the deaths hit him hard, he coped by becoming untrusting and ruthless, turning to thievery to survive. It was not unusual for those living in the slums to do so, although before the deaths of his parents Henry had not
considered thievery as a real occupation. Now however he belived it necessary and acceptable, and along with his friends he made enough money to live on.
Additional Information: NA
Sample Roleplay:
(Lifted from another site)
Farusan sat, with his head on his hands as he watched the last wisps of the crowd trail out of the cobbled square. Although he averted his eyes, the sound of the gallows creaking in the wind still reverberated through Farusans head and reminded him that hanging up there was one of his own men.
It was the first time anyone had been hung in Lithonion in almost a year, and Farusan knew that this one was his own fault. Robert Caiss, had been a loyal soldier in the past months, continuing to serve Farusan despite the risks. It had been his downfall in the end though, as his death was a result of refusing to reveal details of The Crusaders.
Footsteps aroused Farusan from his own thoughts as the Royal Guards entered the square, grimacing at the body above them but continuing their duties regardless. Soon all but Farusan had been ushered out [with force if necessary]. He sensed them men approaching and carefully eased himself up. He began to hobble towards the nearest exit in the square.
"Halt!" A voice cried.Farusan froze, his breath sharp and hot in his throat.
"Yes?" He rasped in return. The guard looked over him, his dark beady eyes seeming to taste his form.
"Is there something you want?" Farusan asked, his eyes wide with faux innocence. The guard signalled to two others who appeared to be of a lesser rank and hissed some orders at them. With a grim smile he moved on.
A few seconds later Farusan was dragged from the square by the two men. Inside he knew he could have escaped easily, but his disguise would not allow that. A cripple would never have been abke to fight off the guards, even with their slack grip. Still, Farusans blood was boiling. This was a prime example of the way the authorities abused their positions without needing to.
The leader of the rebels was finally left laying in the gutter in one of the tiny alleys of the slums. The harsh laughing of the guards faded slowly as they returned to work, but Farusan still sat in the gutter. The rain had begun and somehow it calmed him, the feeling of the cold water running across his cheeks and forehead.Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a length of black leather tie, looped it around his wrist and pulled it into a tight knot. It lay there beside the 4 bands he already wore, another reason to fight.
