Post by Rider on Mar 1, 2007 18:58:05 GMT -5
your name: Rider
other characters RPed on DRA: N/A
character:
name: Vashon Alarick
age: 18
gender: Male
race: Human
allegiance: Imperial
description: Vashon has a thin face, and brown hair that slightly covers his ears. He has deep blue eyes, and his upper body is very muscular. Vashon has long legs, that are covered by brown pants and black leather boots. He wears a brown tunic and a black undershirt. His face shows caution, emotion, and pride. Hooked to his belt is a black sword hilt that holds a blue pommeled sword. He also carries a black dagger in his belt.
Vashon has a stern face, and intelligent eyes. He has a good build, and is thin, muscular, and strong. He always carries his pack, which includes provisions, his light armor, and parchment, for he loves to write in his spare time.
personality: Vashon trusts his King, and is willing to serve the Empire in any way possible. He dispises the Varden, and believes that Galbatorix is doing all he can for the Country. He has a very bright outlook on life, and loves to spend his time drifting through the city, and visiting the local markets. When Vashon is angry or sad, he loves to write to rid his emotions. It helps him to relax, and stay calm. He is a caring and emotional person, and is full of energy and zeal. He loves to converse with the local townsfolk, and loves to eat in the nearby diners.
One of Vashon's favorite places to visit in Uru'baen, is the nearby marketplace. He loves to browse throughout the sales, and talk to passerbys. Vashon feels clumsy and shy around girls, but loves to flatter them with his laughs and jokes.
history: Vashon grew up in Uru'baen, near the main hustle of the city. He lives with his mother, Teresa, and his father, Daemyn. His older brother went away to war when he was just 14 years old. He lives in a middle class home near the palace, and has grown amongst the villagers and soldiers who also live in the area. Vashon was given his sword by his father, who was a soldier in Galbatorix's army before he was sent home because of an injury to his leg. His father has not fought in the war since, for the injury caused a limp in his right leg. Vashon has had the opportunity to spend his life with his father, unlike most boys around the area who's fathers have gone to war, or have been killed. Vashon is known in most places near the palace by the villagers, for he has a need to speak with everyone in the area.
Vashon grew up in Uru'baen with a family who served Galbatorix fully. His parents believe that Galbatorix does his best to support the country, and Vashon feels the same. Carefree, and willing to help anyone in need, Vashon roams the streets of the town looking for adventure. He yearns to leave his city, and travel to the Soutern region. He yearns to see the ocean, the valleys, the mountains. All he has seen his whole life, is the buildings in Uru'baen, the light blue of the sky, and his father's tales of the country outside of Uru'baen.
family: Vashon has a mother, Teresa, a father, Daemyn, and a brother, Balin, who was sent to war.
other:
rp sample: Vashon ran past the buildings along the busy dirt path. His feet thumped the ground, and clouds of dust rose to his eyes. He heard the cry of a child, he smelled the aroma of freshly baked bread, he felt his feet begin to blister from the hard path that he was following. All around him the city bustled with laughter, joy, cries, and fear. Vashon smiled his bright smile and continued to race through the crowd. He saw a man on horseback near the Inn, a woman struggling to calm her child, and a baby drop his bread upon the dirty ground. This was his world, his city. He stopped near a wooden home with a sturdy roof. Flowers blossomed near the doorway. He quickly slipped off his shoes and laid them beside the door. Then he clasped the knob and opened the small wooden door. He entered a dark home, his home. He quickly lit a candle and walked toward the living room. His mother sat in a chair by the window. Oh, how she loved to see the city out her window. Her hair was the most beautiful he had ever seen, and she looked almost as young as he, even though she was in her mid forties. He smiled and said, "Hello. I'm back."
His mother turned with a kind face and stood from the chair. "Vashon. You told me you wouldn't be home until dusk." His mother said with a smile.
"I know. I came home to help prepare dinner. Where's father?"
"He's in the yard. He went out for fresh air. My is it hot in here!" His mother answered.
Vashon smiled and quietly made his into the kitchen. The pots and pans cluttered the counters. Abviously his mother had forgotten to clean the kitchen after preparing lunch. Vashon quickly put away the pots that lay on the counter and smiled. This was his home. But how he yearned for adventure, to be outside the crowded city. How he yearned...
other characters RPed on DRA: N/A
character:
name: Vashon Alarick
age: 18
gender: Male
race: Human
allegiance: Imperial
description: Vashon has a thin face, and brown hair that slightly covers his ears. He has deep blue eyes, and his upper body is very muscular. Vashon has long legs, that are covered by brown pants and black leather boots. He wears a brown tunic and a black undershirt. His face shows caution, emotion, and pride. Hooked to his belt is a black sword hilt that holds a blue pommeled sword. He also carries a black dagger in his belt.
Vashon has a stern face, and intelligent eyes. He has a good build, and is thin, muscular, and strong. He always carries his pack, which includes provisions, his light armor, and parchment, for he loves to write in his spare time.
personality: Vashon trusts his King, and is willing to serve the Empire in any way possible. He dispises the Varden, and believes that Galbatorix is doing all he can for the Country. He has a very bright outlook on life, and loves to spend his time drifting through the city, and visiting the local markets. When Vashon is angry or sad, he loves to write to rid his emotions. It helps him to relax, and stay calm. He is a caring and emotional person, and is full of energy and zeal. He loves to converse with the local townsfolk, and loves to eat in the nearby diners.
One of Vashon's favorite places to visit in Uru'baen, is the nearby marketplace. He loves to browse throughout the sales, and talk to passerbys. Vashon feels clumsy and shy around girls, but loves to flatter them with his laughs and jokes.
history: Vashon grew up in Uru'baen, near the main hustle of the city. He lives with his mother, Teresa, and his father, Daemyn. His older brother went away to war when he was just 14 years old. He lives in a middle class home near the palace, and has grown amongst the villagers and soldiers who also live in the area. Vashon was given his sword by his father, who was a soldier in Galbatorix's army before he was sent home because of an injury to his leg. His father has not fought in the war since, for the injury caused a limp in his right leg. Vashon has had the opportunity to spend his life with his father, unlike most boys around the area who's fathers have gone to war, or have been killed. Vashon is known in most places near the palace by the villagers, for he has a need to speak with everyone in the area.
Vashon grew up in Uru'baen with a family who served Galbatorix fully. His parents believe that Galbatorix does his best to support the country, and Vashon feels the same. Carefree, and willing to help anyone in need, Vashon roams the streets of the town looking for adventure. He yearns to leave his city, and travel to the Soutern region. He yearns to see the ocean, the valleys, the mountains. All he has seen his whole life, is the buildings in Uru'baen, the light blue of the sky, and his father's tales of the country outside of Uru'baen.
family: Vashon has a mother, Teresa, a father, Daemyn, and a brother, Balin, who was sent to war.
other:
rp sample: Vashon ran past the buildings along the busy dirt path. His feet thumped the ground, and clouds of dust rose to his eyes. He heard the cry of a child, he smelled the aroma of freshly baked bread, he felt his feet begin to blister from the hard path that he was following. All around him the city bustled with laughter, joy, cries, and fear. Vashon smiled his bright smile and continued to race through the crowd. He saw a man on horseback near the Inn, a woman struggling to calm her child, and a baby drop his bread upon the dirty ground. This was his world, his city. He stopped near a wooden home with a sturdy roof. Flowers blossomed near the doorway. He quickly slipped off his shoes and laid them beside the door. Then he clasped the knob and opened the small wooden door. He entered a dark home, his home. He quickly lit a candle and walked toward the living room. His mother sat in a chair by the window. Oh, how she loved to see the city out her window. Her hair was the most beautiful he had ever seen, and she looked almost as young as he, even though she was in her mid forties. He smiled and said, "Hello. I'm back."
His mother turned with a kind face and stood from the chair. "Vashon. You told me you wouldn't be home until dusk." His mother said with a smile.
"I know. I came home to help prepare dinner. Where's father?"
"He's in the yard. He went out for fresh air. My is it hot in here!" His mother answered.
Vashon smiled and quietly made his into the kitchen. The pots and pans cluttered the counters. Abviously his mother had forgotten to clean the kitchen after preparing lunch. Vashon quickly put away the pots that lay on the counter and smiled. This was his home. But how he yearned for adventure, to be outside the crowded city. How he yearned...