Post by shana on Feb 26, 2007 4:00:20 GMT -5
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Name; Tripudio Risus Camena
Age; Thirty
Gender; Male.
Appearance;
Tripudio is not one to charm with his looks, rather his marvelous singing voice and the perfect tune to which he plays his harp. His hair is rough and tangled, without shine nor glow to add to the chestnut colour. Across the back of his left ear that is slightly smaller than the right, is a short scar.
Shorter than most, he is around the five foot mark. Occasionally he is called a dwarf because of his height, and very little of that height comes from his torso, which is small and shrimpy. He does, however have long legs for his height, but they are still rather small.
In fact, the only thing that could be consider mildly attractive about him would be his eyes. They are a strong emerald that seems to convey his spirit and almost the hallucination he could never tell a lie. Not quite though, and no-one would've believed his stories anyway.
Regardless of his ability to sing, Tripudio is half-deaf, unable to use his left ear to hear at all. With his eyes closed, he could never navigate by sound, and he often misses snippets of conversations.
Race; Human.
Personality;
Light hearted and generally happy, Tripudio rarely gets angry at the insults where he is called a 'rogue' or a 'thieving liar'. He knows no other way to feed himself, and still gets far too little food to survive comfortably anyway. But, he is as light-hearted as he is scrawny.
He would never steal a coin or even a loaf of bread if he was starving. A bad trait for those who wish to survive, but a good trait for those who don't want to be hung. Tripudio weaves magic of healing into his songs, but not real magic. No, he heals with his songs of care, and tries to teach the ways of love to those who's minds cannot bear it. That is his true magic.
But, from this he seems as good as anyone. No, he is neutral. He may do very little that is evil, but he will rarely, if ever, so anything truely good. He wouldn't save a man from a burning building. He would be too cowardly for that.
History;
His life was fairly ordinary. He was born of a peasant mother and a peasant father. Not much to say about them. Their marriage was prearranged, because his mother was slightly richer than his father's family. But both of them spent both day and night in the fields, working to get enough crops to satisfy the lord, and enough to not faint starved. But not much more than that.
Then the bard Gabriel visited his hometown, Teirm. She sung a ballad of dragons and demons, of gods and goddesses. Enchanted, kid Tripudio gave Gabriel every coin he had saved up. Well, the copper coin he had saved up, and every day went to see Gabriel and listen to her tales.
One year later, when Tripudio was twelve, Gabriel returned the key to her room to the innkeeper, and left for others cities. Tripudio begged her to take him with you, and when she asked if he had asked his parents, he told his first lie and said yes.
Gabriel took Tripudio under her wing, teaching him the subtle notes of the harp. He learnt with enthusiasm, and by sixteen he had the ability to play music upon the harp, and play it to weave enchantments without magic. Well, he could do it with a single song, little more.
When Tripudio turned twenty, he had played a lot more with the harp. He created his own tales, tales both of truth and lie. That same year, Gabriel fell victim to an unknown disease, and in her last breath offered Tripudio her harp, before closing her eyes for the final time and never woke again.
To this day, Tripudio has refused to even touch another instrument, slinging Gabriel's old harp across his back, and playing it with extra enthusiasm, as if to impress Gabriel herself, in her place in heaven.
Siblings;
They'd be in Teirm somewhere, working in the fields. The eldest, Caira, who is his sister of thirty-two, inheritted the farm five years ago.
Other; The harp was painted dazzling gold around the sides, while the strings were fine and a shimmering silver or white. However, the colour is faded now, and is more of a dirty bronze. The harp has been an heirloom for hundreds of years, and Tripudio is the first bard to recieve it that was not part of Gabriel's family.
He also has a horse called Losnaoro, who is a muddy black stallion who, while not graceful nor beautiful, she is very fast, and strong.
Role Play Example; I know you told me not to use one from another forum, but I couldn't help it. Honestly, I cannot write songs. And I really don't want to write another one. (Why am I playing a bard? I am such a dumbass).
A step motioned the parting of the grass below his feet. Where he walked the wind parted both ways, spliting into two. With little more than the waving of his cloak in the wind the bard sat upon no more than a wooden stool, his harp lying dormant in his hands. Then he plucked at the strings, and they vibrated to his whim, and he opened his mouth, and a song of love swept the air.
"In a night which was as warm as day
A creature of the mountains swept the air
Frozen in glide in that depth of night
Green trees swarmed below
How could he know how to save a life?"
Tripudio sat on the stool, wearing little more than a cloak, tunic and baggy pants. His eyes were closed and his voice swept through the air like an angels.
"A rasping wind shocked the air
Crimson fell from the sky for a day
The last one, the last memory
No more than an arrow in a heart
How could he know how to save a life?"
He paused after the two verses, for barely a moment. The harp wove it's sweeping melody once again through the tavern to the passing drunks. They would never pause to listen to his tales, let alone tip him a penny.
"A final sweep
Of wings through the air
Roars of agony swept through his soul
A life was gone, a life was gone
How could he know how to save a life?"
The tale neared it's close, few verses remaining the ballad of Silvakias, the silver dragon and his love Iaralia began to draw to a close. His harp gained speed, the melody of peace and joy speeding, when the dragon roared and the notes began to rip the air like the arrows that had ripped the dragon's heart.
"Left alone
The days passing
The dragon closed it's eyes for the final time
The silver shine lost from it's scales
How could he know how to save a life?"
The notes had drawn back to a pleasant melody, cooling like a peaceful breeze. The harp seemed to be playing itself, the overly sized fingers of the bards seemed not able to play such delicate notes. But the harp was no magical instrument.
"An icy breathe swept the air
Mountains came capped with snow
The world had cowered at the breath of a dragon
Green was but an endless sea of white
How could he have known how to save a life?"
The beat of the harp turned on it's end, calling forth the anger of the dragon as if the creature still lay there, moarning for the love that had gone. The music swept the scene across the room without magik, and even the most disapproving turned their heads to listen, as the final verse slowed to the final grief of the dragon.
"The creature wept it's final tear
Turned to ice within a moment
He lay beside his love
And no words left his frozen throat
How could he have known, how to save a life?"
The harp slowed even more, before the song drew to a close. The bard opened his eyes, looking to his hat. It was no wonder it was not large, a copper coin or two, and some generous soul had given him a silver. It was unlikely his life would live in comfort from the money he had been granted, but at least he would live from it.
He turned, lifting the half measure of ale that rested upon the table and drunk it down in barely a moment. The tale of the white mountains had drawn to a close, and the dragons returned to the harp, their tale had ended and the next was yet to begin.
(It doesn't even rhyme. Hehehheh.)
Name; Tripudio Risus Camena
Age; Thirty
Gender; Male.
Appearance;
Tripudio is not one to charm with his looks, rather his marvelous singing voice and the perfect tune to which he plays his harp. His hair is rough and tangled, without shine nor glow to add to the chestnut colour. Across the back of his left ear that is slightly smaller than the right, is a short scar.
Shorter than most, he is around the five foot mark. Occasionally he is called a dwarf because of his height, and very little of that height comes from his torso, which is small and shrimpy. He does, however have long legs for his height, but they are still rather small.
In fact, the only thing that could be consider mildly attractive about him would be his eyes. They are a strong emerald that seems to convey his spirit and almost the hallucination he could never tell a lie. Not quite though, and no-one would've believed his stories anyway.
Regardless of his ability to sing, Tripudio is half-deaf, unable to use his left ear to hear at all. With his eyes closed, he could never navigate by sound, and he often misses snippets of conversations.
Race; Human.
Personality;
Light hearted and generally happy, Tripudio rarely gets angry at the insults where he is called a 'rogue' or a 'thieving liar'. He knows no other way to feed himself, and still gets far too little food to survive comfortably anyway. But, he is as light-hearted as he is scrawny.
He would never steal a coin or even a loaf of bread if he was starving. A bad trait for those who wish to survive, but a good trait for those who don't want to be hung. Tripudio weaves magic of healing into his songs, but not real magic. No, he heals with his songs of care, and tries to teach the ways of love to those who's minds cannot bear it. That is his true magic.
But, from this he seems as good as anyone. No, he is neutral. He may do very little that is evil, but he will rarely, if ever, so anything truely good. He wouldn't save a man from a burning building. He would be too cowardly for that.
History;
His life was fairly ordinary. He was born of a peasant mother and a peasant father. Not much to say about them. Their marriage was prearranged, because his mother was slightly richer than his father's family. But both of them spent both day and night in the fields, working to get enough crops to satisfy the lord, and enough to not faint starved. But not much more than that.
Then the bard Gabriel visited his hometown, Teirm. She sung a ballad of dragons and demons, of gods and goddesses. Enchanted, kid Tripudio gave Gabriel every coin he had saved up. Well, the copper coin he had saved up, and every day went to see Gabriel and listen to her tales.
One year later, when Tripudio was twelve, Gabriel returned the key to her room to the innkeeper, and left for others cities. Tripudio begged her to take him with you, and when she asked if he had asked his parents, he told his first lie and said yes.
Gabriel took Tripudio under her wing, teaching him the subtle notes of the harp. He learnt with enthusiasm, and by sixteen he had the ability to play music upon the harp, and play it to weave enchantments without magic. Well, he could do it with a single song, little more.
When Tripudio turned twenty, he had played a lot more with the harp. He created his own tales, tales both of truth and lie. That same year, Gabriel fell victim to an unknown disease, and in her last breath offered Tripudio her harp, before closing her eyes for the final time and never woke again.
To this day, Tripudio has refused to even touch another instrument, slinging Gabriel's old harp across his back, and playing it with extra enthusiasm, as if to impress Gabriel herself, in her place in heaven.
Siblings;
They'd be in Teirm somewhere, working in the fields. The eldest, Caira, who is his sister of thirty-two, inheritted the farm five years ago.
Other; The harp was painted dazzling gold around the sides, while the strings were fine and a shimmering silver or white. However, the colour is faded now, and is more of a dirty bronze. The harp has been an heirloom for hundreds of years, and Tripudio is the first bard to recieve it that was not part of Gabriel's family.
He also has a horse called Losnaoro, who is a muddy black stallion who, while not graceful nor beautiful, she is very fast, and strong.
Role Play Example; I know you told me not to use one from another forum, but I couldn't help it. Honestly, I cannot write songs. And I really don't want to write another one. (Why am I playing a bard? I am such a dumbass).
A step motioned the parting of the grass below his feet. Where he walked the wind parted both ways, spliting into two. With little more than the waving of his cloak in the wind the bard sat upon no more than a wooden stool, his harp lying dormant in his hands. Then he plucked at the strings, and they vibrated to his whim, and he opened his mouth, and a song of love swept the air.
"In a night which was as warm as day
A creature of the mountains swept the air
Frozen in glide in that depth of night
Green trees swarmed below
How could he know how to save a life?"
Tripudio sat on the stool, wearing little more than a cloak, tunic and baggy pants. His eyes were closed and his voice swept through the air like an angels.
"A rasping wind shocked the air
Crimson fell from the sky for a day
The last one, the last memory
No more than an arrow in a heart
How could he know how to save a life?"
He paused after the two verses, for barely a moment. The harp wove it's sweeping melody once again through the tavern to the passing drunks. They would never pause to listen to his tales, let alone tip him a penny.
"A final sweep
Of wings through the air
Roars of agony swept through his soul
A life was gone, a life was gone
How could he know how to save a life?"
The tale neared it's close, few verses remaining the ballad of Silvakias, the silver dragon and his love Iaralia began to draw to a close. His harp gained speed, the melody of peace and joy speeding, when the dragon roared and the notes began to rip the air like the arrows that had ripped the dragon's heart.
"Left alone
The days passing
The dragon closed it's eyes for the final time
The silver shine lost from it's scales
How could he know how to save a life?"
The notes had drawn back to a pleasant melody, cooling like a peaceful breeze. The harp seemed to be playing itself, the overly sized fingers of the bards seemed not able to play such delicate notes. But the harp was no magical instrument.
"An icy breathe swept the air
Mountains came capped with snow
The world had cowered at the breath of a dragon
Green was but an endless sea of white
How could he have known how to save a life?"
The beat of the harp turned on it's end, calling forth the anger of the dragon as if the creature still lay there, moarning for the love that had gone. The music swept the scene across the room without magik, and even the most disapproving turned their heads to listen, as the final verse slowed to the final grief of the dragon.
"The creature wept it's final tear
Turned to ice within a moment
He lay beside his love
And no words left his frozen throat
How could he have known, how to save a life?"
The harp slowed even more, before the song drew to a close. The bard opened his eyes, looking to his hat. It was no wonder it was not large, a copper coin or two, and some generous soul had given him a silver. It was unlikely his life would live in comfort from the money he had been granted, but at least he would live from it.
He turned, lifting the half measure of ale that rested upon the table and drunk it down in barely a moment. The tale of the white mountains had drawn to a close, and the dragons returned to the harp, their tale had ended and the next was yet to begin.
(It doesn't even rhyme. Hehehheh.)