Post by verona on Sept 30, 2007 21:21:26 GMT -8
.__{{T H E Writer
.Name. Verona
.Age. 17
.Activity. On daily
.Experience. Fifth year role playing, fifth year medieval fantasy role playing
.Contact Info. I'm not sure how to reply to this, just PM me, I guess
.__{{T H E Character
.Name. Oren
.Nickname. None
.Age. 2800 BC - (I don't know the year in Alysuss)
.Birthday. February 16
Race: Phounka (An ancient species of Wood spirit worshiped by early pagan religions, thought to be extinct, it's possible he's the last of his kind. He has enumerable powers, but with none of his own kind yet he has no energy to feed off, and thus his powers are more a less undaunting these days. they include, shape shifting, and teleportation, as well as shaman capabilities)
Allegiance: Order of Lumen
Profession/Rank: Private
.Hair. Green
.Eyes. Orange
.Physical Description. Oren is a short get gangly fellow, malnourished, and scrawny. Only five foot seven inches, and bony all over. He's short faces and sharp chined, frog mouthed turned nosed. His eyes brows are arched and sharp, and his eyes are white-less, pupil-less, and maddening. he's dark all around his eyes, as if he never sleeps, which isn't far from the truth. His hair is oily, messy, and green. He has small antlers poking out of his head, and sharp wolf like teeth. He also has many scars and burns, one of which is a pattern of claw marks going across his face; over his eye, nose, and lip. In the past before his kind was whipped out he used to look different; tall, dark, handsome, but those days are gone.
.Picture.
.Celebrity Portrayal. (I like this question) Burn Gorman
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes. Animals, Children, whiskey, praise, challenges, none humans, rebellion, anarchy, strong women
.Dislikes. Humans, people more egotistical than he is, being ignored, the attention being drawn away from him, technology
.Goals. Find more of his own kind, to be resorted to his former glory, to keep his staff safe at all costs
.Fears. His staff being broken, his staff being stolen, anyone touching his staff, heights, becoming human
.Personality. Oren is an egotistical maniac, he's mean, loud obnoxious, the sort of person who would pretend to be drunk if they were sober just to get attention. He finds himself adorable, intelligent, and witty, and sensual.. some one has too. At the same time, some o those are true, Oren has a way with plans.. or plots rather. But he isn't working for the team, his interest is always to benefit himself and hum alone. He runs off attention, positive or negative, he cares not. If no one is paying attention to him, he'll do something drastic (Eg: breaking some ones arm for no reason at all)
He's an enigma and wishes to remain that way, no one knows who Oren is, what his past is, where he came from, nor why he's so protective of the staff he carries around. If anyone comes close to realizing who he is he withdraws. If anyone thinks they have any aspect of him pinned down, he'll do the opasite of what they think, just to spite them. At the end of the day Oren isn't really a human he's a dangerous wild animal, and there's no trusting what he might do.
Oren's biggest fear is becoming human, the more and more he lives with the humans, the less he finds himself, like himself. He finds himself developing human emotions; modesty, even love.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family. Mother, Father, Brother
.Father. Zeus (not THEE Zeus)
.Mother. Aysel
.Siblings. Duklure (Brother)
.History. (being as depth less as I can) Oren was born many, many years ago, when the druids ruled the land. He spend his days with out any concept of time, all he knew was what was important to the calender, the tributes. He waisted his days away by viciously training himself, in constant competition for power over his brother, who was always stronger than he. The way he did this was to amerce himself in the human culture, he celebrated with them, he dined with them, at times he hunted with them. He lived a double life, one with the druids, practicing Magic. The other with the forest folk, spirits, goblins, fairs. In a forest where nothing was as it seemed he strove to be the most mysterious, and still does so today, but with his previous powers out of the picture, he does so by keeping his past a mystery. The only thing Oren ever had his brother did not was Frea, his wife.
When the Pagan religion died out, so too did his kind. But the Pagan's did not leave peacefully, they were hunted, his forest burned down, his mother, and father, wife, family, friends (both mortal and immortal). now many years later, Oren is (mysteriously, with out me saying how OOO MYSTERY) alone.
In an effort to rectify mistakes from his past, and possibly kill himself if the occasion arises, Oren has inserted himself into the Order of Lumen. He did so very casually, simply walking in on them, just to show them how easily he could find them. He maybe a private but he doesn't take orders, he also wishes for a higher rank, and would be suited for one given his talent in magic. all though it is meeker than it normally is, it's undeniably powerful yet. However his battle tactics are medieval, often he suggests sacrificing lives to reach their goals.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
(Ok, this is an intro to a Medieval Fantasy Role play. Oren is my oldest and favorite character, and it's forms are many, in this one for example He is a dragon. His form changes in many ways, but I always like to keep him as similar to his original form as possble, note the orange eyes, green scales, and short snout
Also note: the amount of detail given to Frith's clothes)
"Ok, so here's the thing" a boy started to say, pacing back and forth in front of a narrow tall green dragon laying on the ground, his head held high, only pretending to be listening. the boy didn't notice Katheren's presence in the forest, but the dragon did, and started to stair at her, with shockingly intense amber eyes. The boy continued, but it was hard to listen to what he was saying when the dragon's eyes were to piercing.
The boy was just short of manhood, still in his teens, but barley. He had soft black eyes, and though they maybe black they are surprisingly warm perhaps it is because they're glassy. His hair was deadlocked, black, long, and tied back with a length of silk. He had light brown skin, that was slightly red, a some what chiseled face and a Cupid's bow lip.
Garbed in Eastern type clothing. He was wearing rolled up brown pants that to down to his calves, a puffy green tunic, that is wrapped with purple silk around his wrists so that the shirt did not hinder his dexterity.
He also had on a hand woven vest that was colored in blues and green, and a bit more purple die, It looked like a sun setting over a river. Laced in it were shells and even a pearl or too, not yet cut into a sphere they still looked like half chewed pieces of gum.. yet magnificent none the less. Tied to the buttonholes of the fest were small pouches containing who knows what. And still more pouches were on his neck. He had another wrap of silk, white, around his head, to keep his messy matted hair out of his face.
He wore no shoes, and his feet were rough, and ragged, and thick padded. attached to his back were too long daggers.
"I'm not a bad guy, I can't be a bad guy.. I don't feel like a bad guy.." he said pacing left and right and right and left. he dragon watched him again, offering a small nod, though he hadn't even heard what he said. "I mean, sure I killed some people, but they would have killed me if I didn't kill those people... and sure I steal a bit. but who doesn't and sure lie, and cheat, and con, and break and enter.. who pays attention to those laws anyway."
the dragon was looking at Katheren, not listening again. Like I said, he was tall, and lean, built like a greyhound, with dark green, almost black, scales. he had a short muzzle and giant wings, all over him where knicks, cuts, scars, scrapes, burns from past battles. be most impressive of which was on his back and wings, a giant burn stretching from wing tip to wing tip
.How did you find this site? Some one on neopets
.Name. Verona
.Age. 17
.Activity. On daily
.Experience. Fifth year role playing, fifth year medieval fantasy role playing
.Contact Info. I'm not sure how to reply to this, just PM me, I guess
.__{{T H E Character
.Name. Oren
.Nickname. None
.Age. 2800 BC - (I don't know the year in Alysuss)
.Birthday. February 16
Race: Phounka (An ancient species of Wood spirit worshiped by early pagan religions, thought to be extinct, it's possible he's the last of his kind. He has enumerable powers, but with none of his own kind yet he has no energy to feed off, and thus his powers are more a less undaunting these days. they include, shape shifting, and teleportation, as well as shaman capabilities)
Allegiance: Order of Lumen
Profession/Rank: Private
.Hair. Green
.Eyes. Orange
.Physical Description. Oren is a short get gangly fellow, malnourished, and scrawny. Only five foot seven inches, and bony all over. He's short faces and sharp chined, frog mouthed turned nosed. His eyes brows are arched and sharp, and his eyes are white-less, pupil-less, and maddening. he's dark all around his eyes, as if he never sleeps, which isn't far from the truth. His hair is oily, messy, and green. He has small antlers poking out of his head, and sharp wolf like teeth. He also has many scars and burns, one of which is a pattern of claw marks going across his face; over his eye, nose, and lip. In the past before his kind was whipped out he used to look different; tall, dark, handsome, but those days are gone.
.Picture.
.Celebrity Portrayal. (I like this question) Burn Gorman
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes. Animals, Children, whiskey, praise, challenges, none humans, rebellion, anarchy, strong women
.Dislikes. Humans, people more egotistical than he is, being ignored, the attention being drawn away from him, technology
.Goals. Find more of his own kind, to be resorted to his former glory, to keep his staff safe at all costs
.Fears. His staff being broken, his staff being stolen, anyone touching his staff, heights, becoming human
.Personality. Oren is an egotistical maniac, he's mean, loud obnoxious, the sort of person who would pretend to be drunk if they were sober just to get attention. He finds himself adorable, intelligent, and witty, and sensual.. some one has too. At the same time, some o those are true, Oren has a way with plans.. or plots rather. But he isn't working for the team, his interest is always to benefit himself and hum alone. He runs off attention, positive or negative, he cares not. If no one is paying attention to him, he'll do something drastic (Eg: breaking some ones arm for no reason at all)
He's an enigma and wishes to remain that way, no one knows who Oren is, what his past is, where he came from, nor why he's so protective of the staff he carries around. If anyone comes close to realizing who he is he withdraws. If anyone thinks they have any aspect of him pinned down, he'll do the opasite of what they think, just to spite them. At the end of the day Oren isn't really a human he's a dangerous wild animal, and there's no trusting what he might do.
Oren's biggest fear is becoming human, the more and more he lives with the humans, the less he finds himself, like himself. He finds himself developing human emotions; modesty, even love.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family. Mother, Father, Brother
.Father. Zeus (not THEE Zeus)
.Mother. Aysel
.Siblings. Duklure (Brother)
.History. (being as depth less as I can) Oren was born many, many years ago, when the druids ruled the land. He spend his days with out any concept of time, all he knew was what was important to the calender, the tributes. He waisted his days away by viciously training himself, in constant competition for power over his brother, who was always stronger than he. The way he did this was to amerce himself in the human culture, he celebrated with them, he dined with them, at times he hunted with them. He lived a double life, one with the druids, practicing Magic. The other with the forest folk, spirits, goblins, fairs. In a forest where nothing was as it seemed he strove to be the most mysterious, and still does so today, but with his previous powers out of the picture, he does so by keeping his past a mystery. The only thing Oren ever had his brother did not was Frea, his wife.
When the Pagan religion died out, so too did his kind. But the Pagan's did not leave peacefully, they were hunted, his forest burned down, his mother, and father, wife, family, friends (both mortal and immortal). now many years later, Oren is (mysteriously, with out me saying how OOO MYSTERY) alone.
In an effort to rectify mistakes from his past, and possibly kill himself if the occasion arises, Oren has inserted himself into the Order of Lumen. He did so very casually, simply walking in on them, just to show them how easily he could find them. He maybe a private but he doesn't take orders, he also wishes for a higher rank, and would be suited for one given his talent in magic. all though it is meeker than it normally is, it's undeniably powerful yet. However his battle tactics are medieval, often he suggests sacrificing lives to reach their goals.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
(Ok, this is an intro to a Medieval Fantasy Role play. Oren is my oldest and favorite character, and it's forms are many, in this one for example He is a dragon. His form changes in many ways, but I always like to keep him as similar to his original form as possble, note the orange eyes, green scales, and short snout
Also note: the amount of detail given to Frith's clothes)
"Ok, so here's the thing" a boy started to say, pacing back and forth in front of a narrow tall green dragon laying on the ground, his head held high, only pretending to be listening. the boy didn't notice Katheren's presence in the forest, but the dragon did, and started to stair at her, with shockingly intense amber eyes. The boy continued, but it was hard to listen to what he was saying when the dragon's eyes were to piercing.
The boy was just short of manhood, still in his teens, but barley. He had soft black eyes, and though they maybe black they are surprisingly warm perhaps it is because they're glassy. His hair was deadlocked, black, long, and tied back with a length of silk. He had light brown skin, that was slightly red, a some what chiseled face and a Cupid's bow lip.
Garbed in Eastern type clothing. He was wearing rolled up brown pants that to down to his calves, a puffy green tunic, that is wrapped with purple silk around his wrists so that the shirt did not hinder his dexterity.
He also had on a hand woven vest that was colored in blues and green, and a bit more purple die, It looked like a sun setting over a river. Laced in it were shells and even a pearl or too, not yet cut into a sphere they still looked like half chewed pieces of gum.. yet magnificent none the less. Tied to the buttonholes of the fest were small pouches containing who knows what. And still more pouches were on his neck. He had another wrap of silk, white, around his head, to keep his messy matted hair out of his face.
He wore no shoes, and his feet were rough, and ragged, and thick padded. attached to his back were too long daggers.
"I'm not a bad guy, I can't be a bad guy.. I don't feel like a bad guy.." he said pacing left and right and right and left. he dragon watched him again, offering a small nod, though he hadn't even heard what he said. "I mean, sure I killed some people, but they would have killed me if I didn't kill those people... and sure I steal a bit. but who doesn't and sure lie, and cheat, and con, and break and enter.. who pays attention to those laws anyway."
the dragon was looking at Katheren, not listening again. Like I said, he was tall, and lean, built like a greyhound, with dark green, almost black, scales. he had a short muzzle and giant wings, all over him where knicks, cuts, scars, scrapes, burns from past battles. be most impressive of which was on his back and wings, a giant burn stretching from wing tip to wing tip
.How did you find this site? Some one on neopets