Post by Netreemic on Feb 11, 2009 21:17:15 GMT -6
(he was my chara for an Ironclaw roleplay a few years ago...I don't have his stat sheet anymore, so some things are a bit off and others I changed beyond Ironclaw rules)
Name: Alborio D’Lonshri
Age: 29 Born 57th year of the Phoenix, fifth moon
Gender: Male
Species: Painted Dog Shifter
Career: Soldier, recently merc
Appearance: His anthromorphic ("furry")state (upright on hind legs, bends knees slightly and stands on toes, forepaws are humanoid hands etc) He has all the aspects of his species, muzzle a dark brown color that reaches under his eyes and streaks back towards his jaw and up around his skull. Patterns of dark brown, light brown and cream swirl around the rest of his furred body to the tip of his tail. Terracotta eyes quickly take in all surroundings. Immense oval ears generally stick straight up with two cuff earrings in his left one and a large green stone inset in the opposite lobe. On the furry scruff of his left jaw he has a charm braided on with thin red rope. Roughly 6’5’’, thick shoulders, well muscled arms and legs, somewhat slender hips, and large hide paws. Fitted pants reach to his upper calves, laced down the side and belted with a thick leather strip. Iron plate armor covers his chest, shoulders and forearms, held in place by buckled leather. He will add an under layer of chain mail, but usually prefers not to as to not decrease speed too greatly. At home, he dons the tribal wear of leather bands on arms and legs, and a loose red wrap belted by a wide band of leather decorated with colored stones. *Comes with authentic battle damage* ;D
Personality: Stoic around strangers, power present in his movements, and an intent stare, he can come across rather intimidating. However, outside of battle he is fairly amiable around his mates. While he is not terribly vocal, he uses actions to get his point across. Obedient to his superiors and violent towards his enemies. He prefers things simple, but life never gives that, does it~?
Weapon: Dual axes and war hammers. Often goes double handed with single large axe or hammer, with smaller companion weapon on back, but also fights with an axe (or hammer) in each hand. He has also been known to throw the smaller weapon, though long range is certainly not his strength.
Likes: Visiting family (all seventeen nieces and nephews), grilled meat, campfires, grassy plains, clear skies, running into Kasare (cheetah swordsman) in their separate travels, thrill of battle, victory.
Dislikes: Mages, Bat Tribes (they’re just creepy), mutineers, those who hurt children, overly garrulous creatures.
Strengths: Loyal to his clan, Kasare, commanders, and, for a time, his team members (no matter how odious he found some to be). With great stamina and physical power, he will get done what he sets out to do. Ambidexterity and the keen senses of his species keep him on the ball as situations change around him.
Weaknesses: Years in the army indoctrinated him to take orders and not think. While not a complete idiot, Alborio does depend greatly on the plans or advice of others. He also believes in the “speak softly and carry a big stick” tactic, leaning towards physical resolution. He is also extremely superstitious and keeps a variety of charms on him…magic and magic wielders just make him nervous (and prone to chopping their heads off).
History: The D’Lonshri Clan is one of three clans living on the Versarlo Plains. As a close-knit group they took care of their own. Despite being the youngest of his generation, Alborio was often watching out for his two sisters and brother. His sisters quickly married, having pups of their own. His brother’s wife died in childbirth, leaving him to raise his single daughter, with the aid of the rest of the clan. When the draft reached his village, Alborio, despite his age, joined to keep his brother from being sent. His years in the army fleshed out his once scrawny form, quickly earning the rank of Tank. Reaching the end of his required tour, he stayed on for five more years until the Phoenix Lord made it known that he was looking for a successor. Nobles from each prefecture quickly rounded up the best talent to fight in their name. Competing in one of Osprey’s battle coliseums, Alborio smashed his way to the top and was selected. Joining seven other members, ranging from thieves to mages, he was soon taking a variety of missions that would demonstrate Osprey’s worthiness. However, halfway through one mission, their noble representative was killed. The group, always quarrelsome, fell apart at the seams. At a loss, Alborio sold out his services as a mercenary, often impeding the efforts of Osprey’s rivals in an effort to fulfill his duty.
RP Sample:
RAWR Alborio pummels puny man with big hammer! >3
nah~ just kinding~~~~~~~I'm just being lazy
here's a real one~
Eyes hooded with a façade of unawareness, his damp nose sampling the air, ears twitching indiscernibly, the hulky painted dog padded through the thick undergrowth. Truthfully, such dense surroundings put him on edge. Gone were the gently swaying golden stalks, rocky outcroppings, and scraggly trees. These trees loomed, filled with strength and life. And causing all kinds of blind spots. A group of sparrows exploded out of a bush to his left, sending the large dog barreling sideways, snapping his jaws in warning. Realizing his mistake, but never dropping his guard, he continued stalking around the trees, brown paws stained darker by the damp earth. Another strange thing: this daily occurrence of rain. Sporadic rain at that. Huffing quietly, he thought longingly of the timely rainy seasons of his homeland. The scent of wet and decaying plant life was almost heady, forcing his ears and eyes to make up for the handicap. He slunk under an overgrown log and quickly dug out his supplies he hidden earlier.
Name: Alborio D’Lonshri
Age: 29 Born 57th year of the Phoenix, fifth moon
Gender: Male
Species: Painted Dog Shifter
Career: Soldier, recently merc
Appearance: His anthromorphic ("furry")state (upright on hind legs, bends knees slightly and stands on toes, forepaws are humanoid hands etc) He has all the aspects of his species, muzzle a dark brown color that reaches under his eyes and streaks back towards his jaw and up around his skull. Patterns of dark brown, light brown and cream swirl around the rest of his furred body to the tip of his tail. Terracotta eyes quickly take in all surroundings. Immense oval ears generally stick straight up with two cuff earrings in his left one and a large green stone inset in the opposite lobe. On the furry scruff of his left jaw he has a charm braided on with thin red rope. Roughly 6’5’’, thick shoulders, well muscled arms and legs, somewhat slender hips, and large hide paws. Fitted pants reach to his upper calves, laced down the side and belted with a thick leather strip. Iron plate armor covers his chest, shoulders and forearms, held in place by buckled leather. He will add an under layer of chain mail, but usually prefers not to as to not decrease speed too greatly. At home, he dons the tribal wear of leather bands on arms and legs, and a loose red wrap belted by a wide band of leather decorated with colored stones. *Comes with authentic battle damage* ;D
Personality: Stoic around strangers, power present in his movements, and an intent stare, he can come across rather intimidating. However, outside of battle he is fairly amiable around his mates. While he is not terribly vocal, he uses actions to get his point across. Obedient to his superiors and violent towards his enemies. He prefers things simple, but life never gives that, does it~?
Weapon: Dual axes and war hammers. Often goes double handed with single large axe or hammer, with smaller companion weapon on back, but also fights with an axe (or hammer) in each hand. He has also been known to throw the smaller weapon, though long range is certainly not his strength.
Likes: Visiting family (all seventeen nieces and nephews), grilled meat, campfires, grassy plains, clear skies, running into Kasare (cheetah swordsman) in their separate travels, thrill of battle, victory.
Dislikes: Mages, Bat Tribes (they’re just creepy), mutineers, those who hurt children, overly garrulous creatures.
Strengths: Loyal to his clan, Kasare, commanders, and, for a time, his team members (no matter how odious he found some to be). With great stamina and physical power, he will get done what he sets out to do. Ambidexterity and the keen senses of his species keep him on the ball as situations change around him.
Weaknesses: Years in the army indoctrinated him to take orders and not think. While not a complete idiot, Alborio does depend greatly on the plans or advice of others. He also believes in the “speak softly and carry a big stick” tactic, leaning towards physical resolution. He is also extremely superstitious and keeps a variety of charms on him…magic and magic wielders just make him nervous (and prone to chopping their heads off).
History: The D’Lonshri Clan is one of three clans living on the Versarlo Plains. As a close-knit group they took care of their own. Despite being the youngest of his generation, Alborio was often watching out for his two sisters and brother. His sisters quickly married, having pups of their own. His brother’s wife died in childbirth, leaving him to raise his single daughter, with the aid of the rest of the clan. When the draft reached his village, Alborio, despite his age, joined to keep his brother from being sent. His years in the army fleshed out his once scrawny form, quickly earning the rank of Tank. Reaching the end of his required tour, he stayed on for five more years until the Phoenix Lord made it known that he was looking for a successor. Nobles from each prefecture quickly rounded up the best talent to fight in their name. Competing in one of Osprey’s battle coliseums, Alborio smashed his way to the top and was selected. Joining seven other members, ranging from thieves to mages, he was soon taking a variety of missions that would demonstrate Osprey’s worthiness. However, halfway through one mission, their noble representative was killed. The group, always quarrelsome, fell apart at the seams. At a loss, Alborio sold out his services as a mercenary, often impeding the efforts of Osprey’s rivals in an effort to fulfill his duty.
RP Sample:
RAWR Alborio pummels puny man with big hammer! >3
nah~ just kinding~~~~~~~I'm just being lazy
here's a real one~
Eyes hooded with a façade of unawareness, his damp nose sampling the air, ears twitching indiscernibly, the hulky painted dog padded through the thick undergrowth. Truthfully, such dense surroundings put him on edge. Gone were the gently swaying golden stalks, rocky outcroppings, and scraggly trees. These trees loomed, filled with strength and life. And causing all kinds of blind spots. A group of sparrows exploded out of a bush to his left, sending the large dog barreling sideways, snapping his jaws in warning. Realizing his mistake, but never dropping his guard, he continued stalking around the trees, brown paws stained darker by the damp earth. Another strange thing: this daily occurrence of rain. Sporadic rain at that. Huffing quietly, he thought longingly of the timely rainy seasons of his homeland. The scent of wet and decaying plant life was almost heady, forcing his ears and eyes to make up for the handicap. He slunk under an overgrown log and quickly dug out his supplies he hidden earlier.