Post by Trenton O’Conner on Apr 18, 2008 5:59:01 GMT
Name: Trenton O’Conner
Race: Christian
Age: 21
Occupation: Rouge
Nationality: Irish
Appearance:
At first sight you see a lean muscular man, tall in height, dressed always in dark shades ranging from ebony to ash. The material is form fitting yet loose to hide his true strength to the untrained eye and either silks or cotton. His dressing is either a tunic and leggings or a loose fitting shirt with knickers. Knee high boots of dark leather are always apart of his wardrobe as long with the silver hilted blade that hangs on his hip. His ebon almost blue tinted hair is shoulder length but always held back with a leather tie to insure it does not black his vision when he is rummaging or thieving. His skin tone is a hardened tan shade that emphasize his scalding blue eyes that seem to take in every little detail.
Personality:
Behind the Scenes:
A charming, polite gentleman that is soft spoken and kind to every one and anything. He thinks over his words in fear of hurting someone he cares for or respects greatly. Always one to put his safety before another’s, even if it means being mortally wounded. He seems timid and shy or bright and humorous. He is one to listen to or tell a joke to turn any depressed feelings, whether it is his or another’s into an expression of joy and carefree. Bubbly and energetic are part of this well hidden side to his personality for he can seem like an over grown puppy, wanting to please and entertain. A knowledge filled male who knows more than he lets on, meaning he simply is brilliant while keeping the act of a court fool.
The Frontline Expression:
A cold hard being with little shown care for the well being of any living creature but himself and his dog. He is sharp with his tongue and bitter with his gaze, causing most to turn and flee from his presence for the fear of being killed or tricked out of a valuable. His mind works in the ways that make him prosper to the greatest height with out drawing to much attention to himself. Care for others is little to none for he finds another presence to be quit distracting from the need to be hidden in order to do a stealthy job of thieving. A temper controls most of his actions whether it be in a simple pub fight or a dispute between his lover’s pa and himself granting the right to her hand in marriage.
History:
So the Story begins:
Born in a small countryside town to a young wife and her blacksmith husband, life seemed to be heading in the simplicity style. His youth years were brilliantly simple just as his parents had been raised, wake with the sun and sleep with the stars. Early in his years he was taught the simple skills of wielding a broken blade back to its hilt or forming nail rings for the older boys and their girl friends.
Following twelve years after his birth tragedy struck his small town lifestyle. When a tragic fire took the lives of his both his parents when the smithy’s main blaze caught a couple of cans of grease ablaze, he was shunned from the life of being well fed and cared for no one in the community wanted to take on another mouth to feed. All his possessions were sold at auction and he was left with little to no money that would help him survive more than a year at most.
Hitching a ride from town to city to village to municipal, searching with no anvil for a place to call home and well paying job. Half starved and giving up all hope a small spark replenished the blaze of the young teen’s hope. After a half attempt at stealing a loaf of bread from a baker and was running from the authorities, a mysterious man dressed in ebon silks pulled him into an alley and led him away from his certain punishment if he was caught.
To Present Date:
For the next nine years the young lad trained vigorously beside the most notorious thief in the Irish countryside. He perfected his skills in murdering, swordsmanship, and was well taught in history of the lands and common philosophy. Why you may ask the great Thief Lord took this misfit of a child under his wing there is only but a simple answer. He saw himself in the those bright blue eyes for he cam from a similar path and couldn’t walk by with out taking notice of the natural thieving ability that simply needed to be perfected.
Other:corpse bride
Role Playing Example:
From z9.invisionfree.com/LookingGlass/index.php?showtopic=11&st=0&#last
Tall and lanky was the build of the figure pacing up and down the hall. Impatient he was for the young Lord was running late, really late. I can't be any longer or knowing my luck I'll be fired for a mishap that happened to her. Her meaning the Princesss. Not that Ryon loved running around with Alyssia, its just she was such a brat at times, always getting into trouble despite his wanring of not doing so. She's going to kill me one of these days he thought glumly, still pacing up and down the hall. Rolling shoulders in a slow circle, he furrowed his brow and turned his attention out of the window. I ought to strangle Danny. In the ten years of knowing Danny, he had concluded the Lord of Diamonds was always running late no matter when or where he was supposed to be. Sighing deeply he began to fiddle with the blade at his side, a long silver rapeir that could shread steel in a matter of a wrist movement.
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Race: Christian
Age: 21
Occupation: Rouge
Nationality: Irish
Appearance:
At first sight you see a lean muscular man, tall in height, dressed always in dark shades ranging from ebony to ash. The material is form fitting yet loose to hide his true strength to the untrained eye and either silks or cotton. His dressing is either a tunic and leggings or a loose fitting shirt with knickers. Knee high boots of dark leather are always apart of his wardrobe as long with the silver hilted blade that hangs on his hip. His ebon almost blue tinted hair is shoulder length but always held back with a leather tie to insure it does not black his vision when he is rummaging or thieving. His skin tone is a hardened tan shade that emphasize his scalding blue eyes that seem to take in every little detail.
Personality:
Behind the Scenes:
A charming, polite gentleman that is soft spoken and kind to every one and anything. He thinks over his words in fear of hurting someone he cares for or respects greatly. Always one to put his safety before another’s, even if it means being mortally wounded. He seems timid and shy or bright and humorous. He is one to listen to or tell a joke to turn any depressed feelings, whether it is his or another’s into an expression of joy and carefree. Bubbly and energetic are part of this well hidden side to his personality for he can seem like an over grown puppy, wanting to please and entertain. A knowledge filled male who knows more than he lets on, meaning he simply is brilliant while keeping the act of a court fool.
The Frontline Expression:
A cold hard being with little shown care for the well being of any living creature but himself and his dog. He is sharp with his tongue and bitter with his gaze, causing most to turn and flee from his presence for the fear of being killed or tricked out of a valuable. His mind works in the ways that make him prosper to the greatest height with out drawing to much attention to himself. Care for others is little to none for he finds another presence to be quit distracting from the need to be hidden in order to do a stealthy job of thieving. A temper controls most of his actions whether it be in a simple pub fight or a dispute between his lover’s pa and himself granting the right to her hand in marriage.
History:
So the Story begins:
Born in a small countryside town to a young wife and her blacksmith husband, life seemed to be heading in the simplicity style. His youth years were brilliantly simple just as his parents had been raised, wake with the sun and sleep with the stars. Early in his years he was taught the simple skills of wielding a broken blade back to its hilt or forming nail rings for the older boys and their girl friends.
Following twelve years after his birth tragedy struck his small town lifestyle. When a tragic fire took the lives of his both his parents when the smithy’s main blaze caught a couple of cans of grease ablaze, he was shunned from the life of being well fed and cared for no one in the community wanted to take on another mouth to feed. All his possessions were sold at auction and he was left with little to no money that would help him survive more than a year at most.
Hitching a ride from town to city to village to municipal, searching with no anvil for a place to call home and well paying job. Half starved and giving up all hope a small spark replenished the blaze of the young teen’s hope. After a half attempt at stealing a loaf of bread from a baker and was running from the authorities, a mysterious man dressed in ebon silks pulled him into an alley and led him away from his certain punishment if he was caught.
To Present Date:
For the next nine years the young lad trained vigorously beside the most notorious thief in the Irish countryside. He perfected his skills in murdering, swordsmanship, and was well taught in history of the lands and common philosophy. Why you may ask the great Thief Lord took this misfit of a child under his wing there is only but a simple answer. He saw himself in the those bright blue eyes for he cam from a similar path and couldn’t walk by with out taking notice of the natural thieving ability that simply needed to be perfected.
Other:corpse bride
Role Playing Example:
From z9.invisionfree.com/LookingGlass/index.php?showtopic=11&st=0&#last
Tall and lanky was the build of the figure pacing up and down the hall. Impatient he was for the young Lord was running late, really late. I can't be any longer or knowing my luck I'll be fired for a mishap that happened to her. Her meaning the Princesss. Not that Ryon loved running around with Alyssia, its just she was such a brat at times, always getting into trouble despite his wanring of not doing so. She's going to kill me one of these days he thought glumly, still pacing up and down the hall. Rolling shoulders in a slow circle, he furrowed his brow and turned his attention out of the window. I ought to strangle Danny. In the ten years of knowing Danny, he had concluded the Lord of Diamonds was always running late no matter when or where he was supposed to be. Sighing deeply he began to fiddle with the blade at his side, a long silver rapeir that could shread steel in a matter of a wrist movement.
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