Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Aug 22, 2007 14:25:05 GMT -8
.__{{T H E Writer
.Name.
Kami-sama (or -chan, either way! ^_^)
.Age.
20
.Activity.
Almost everyday, if not, a couple hours after school.
.Experience.
6+ Years of roleplaying
.Contact Info.
blackblood_elf@yahoo.com
clockwork_spirit@comcast.net
.__{{T H E Character
.Name.
Israfel Deu Ausgard
.Nickname.
Isra (only by Laties and Lourette), Bloody Knight, or Dark Servant
.Age.
22
.Birthday.
20th of October
Race:
Human....or is he?
Allegiance:
He is whole heartidly devoted to his King Osirus
Profession/Rank:
Leutenant Major General
.Hair.
His hair is long and untamed. He does nothing to really contain his long, dark green hair and simply chops it up when it gets too long. However, it seems to retain a certain glisten to it despite being so roughly treated.
.Eyes.
Deep, emerald green.
.Physical Description.
Israfel; with a name of that of angel and the looks of one as well, one might think he would be a bit of a pushover. Well, for those who have challenged him or dueled with him, they quickly find out they are quite mistaken. Israfel, looking slim and quite small, is not one to be misjudged by his size. He has a slim build, one that you might find on a stable boy or performer. He isn't exceedingly short, but comes to a height of five feet and ten inches. He takes on a near feminine look, what with his long hair. His lashes, dark and long, often give him a deceivingly kind and gentle look. With fair skin, it is a wonder as to how this young man got by in life without being thought of as a woman. Well, I'll tell you something! It’s exactly this mind set that made him struggle to become the best knight he possibly could to prove his masculinity. Though he has quite proven it, it still does nothing to help the slender figure he was born with. Blessed with deep, emerald eyes that play slander against his darker green hair, he is seen as a sort of beautiful young man, but those who truly know him will also tell you that underneath that mask of beauty belies a killer.
As a man of the upper ranks, most will not find him without his armor upon his body. With such a small and lithe body, Israfel has had to buy modified armor for his body and weapon specialty. Doing full body armor is not a task one would want morning after morning, but Israfel is hardly seen out of it. Huge shoulder guards, which can often be used as shields if need be, are curved lightly and cover his upper arms and shoulders. His breast plate, hammered out to a fine, glistening bronze/ red satin ochre color, protects his neck, and moves into the abdominal armor, which falls about his hips in a sort of pleated skirt armor look. His groin, although protected somewhat by the pleated skirt, is covered, as with his inner thighs, by a thick, maroon dyed hide. His iron boots protect just beyond his shins. Past the knee and up to the upper thighs, this armor is all connected to each other at the round knee caps. Upon the knee caps, calves, pleated skirt, breastplate, and the fully armored arm plates are golden markings. These markings, gelded and twisted, mark the many protective symbols of the superstitious nannies of the Ausgard family. And last but not least, upon his head lies an armored diadem that also protects his cheek bones.
.Picture.
Click here!
.Celebrity Portrayal.
Pft, no one. Celebs suck!
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
Silence in which to think.
Cold, aged ale.
Sharing stories of legends and myths.
Battle and the battle field.
Stormy weather.
Strong women.
Meat cooked with hot spices.
The drums of war.
.Dislikes.
Those who defile the name of King Osirus.
The leader of the Order.
The Order all together.
Demons.
Weak hearted men.
Beggars (they're really dirty...)
The sound of birds.
Women who remind him of his mother.
The sound of people crying.
.Goals.
He really has no goals, save for destroying all of the Shade and protecting the King.
.Fears.
Israfel would never, even to his closest comrades, tell anyone about his fears. But his one fear, his one darkest nightmare, is to end up being a Shade for some unknown reason. To become the very thing he despised and killed.
.Personality.
As many would tell you, Israfel's personality is like fire and ice. Away from the battle field and his call of duty, Israfel can be a rather sociable young man. Like many men of his age, he can enjoy nice gold ale after a bloody battle or hard day of work. He can come off as a kind hearted boy that loves to talk and enjoy stories. But on the battle field or when called to duty, Israfel becomes a totally different person. Like stone on duty, and like a raging fire storm on the battle field, he can become a malicious death bringer to those who do not follow the wishes of his beloved Lord.
Despite the wishes of his late father, Corinth Abby Ausgard, Israfel remains totally and whole heartedly devoted to his King Osirus. He is of the type to strike a woman upon her mouthing off of his King. Quite unlike his father, who was an avid believer in the Order and quite the knight himself, Israfel remains untouched by his father's death wishes of him to lend his strength to the Order.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father.
Corinth Abby Ausgard (Deceased)
.Mother.
Sabriel Bella Ausgard (Deceased)
.Siblings.
Ja'Dar Abby Ausgard (Deceased)
.History.
Israfel, second son to Corinth Abby Ausgard and Sabriel Bella Ausgard, was born some twenty years ago to a talented knight and well to do seamstress. Israfel was born second only to his late older brother, Ja' Dar Abby Ausgard, also a knight. Israfel was born to a family who loved the peace Osirus's father had brought to the land. They lived well and happily with Corinth who was a trusted knight of the late King. He loved his work and did everything in his power to keep the land in peace. His wife, Sabriel raised his children to be kind hearted young men with a love for nature. Many days, Ja' Dar and his young brother Israfel would play in the rich, green fields of their country side home. They played idly and practiced sword play often, pretending to be the greatest knights in all of Alyssus. Ja' Dar had always had the dream of fighting along side of his father, so when he came of age, be quickly trained to become a squire. Ja' Dar, easily six years older than his brother, was ready and willing to sacrifice himself for the kingdom, thus, he made an excellent knight.
In this time, Sabriel would play and tend to Israfel as he no longer had a play mate. She would tell him grand stories and myths of the land, filling Israfel's imagination with tales of knighthood and of demons who sacrificed themselves for the greater good of the humans. At this time in his life, Israfel never truly understood the meaning in his mother's tales or would never understand how she knew so much of the magic and might of demons. She had always seemed to have knack for knowing the best of magical herbs and remedies. She would even teach Israfel, what he had imagined at one time, were harmless tricks of smoke and mirrors.
But their happiness was quick to die with the late King. The day before Israfel was to join, excitedly, his brother and father's side as a knight, was when King Osirus had ordered the slaughter of the demons. Of course, as Knights, his father and brother had to oblige. Israfel didn’t know it; but that morning would be the last he would ever see his brother alive again. When the Knights came back, Israfel and his mother looked desperately amongst the parade of dead, only to find her son under a white cloth and her husband dying right next to him. The soldiers around Israfel and his mother looked down upon them shamefully, explaining to her that her husband had betrayed the Knights and fought on the side of the demons. The only reason they brought them back was because that is the kind of bravery the late King would’ve wanted.
Israfel’s life had never been the same since then. His mother fell into a terrible depression. She cried night and day, constantly, until Israfel could take it no longer. He left her one night to sleep out in the dying orchard, finally able to get some peace. As he fell into a quiet sleep, he did not hear the cries of his mother calling for him as bandits ransacked their home, taking more than just gold and goods. They also took Israfel’s mother’s life. They burned his country home, leaving him homeless and hopeless. He returned to a ruined home and started a ruined life.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
Role-play Example:
.Name.
Kami-sama (or -chan, either way! ^_^)
.Age.
20
.Activity.
Almost everyday, if not, a couple hours after school.
.Experience.
6+ Years of roleplaying
.Contact Info.
blackblood_elf@yahoo.com
clockwork_spirit@comcast.net
.__{{T H E Character
.Name.
Israfel Deu Ausgard
.Nickname.
Isra (only by Laties and Lourette), Bloody Knight, or Dark Servant
.Age.
22
.Birthday.
20th of October
Race:
Human....or is he?
Allegiance:
He is whole heartidly devoted to his King Osirus
Profession/Rank:
Leutenant Major General
.Hair.
His hair is long and untamed. He does nothing to really contain his long, dark green hair and simply chops it up when it gets too long. However, it seems to retain a certain glisten to it despite being so roughly treated.
.Eyes.
Deep, emerald green.
.Physical Description.
Israfel; with a name of that of angel and the looks of one as well, one might think he would be a bit of a pushover. Well, for those who have challenged him or dueled with him, they quickly find out they are quite mistaken. Israfel, looking slim and quite small, is not one to be misjudged by his size. He has a slim build, one that you might find on a stable boy or performer. He isn't exceedingly short, but comes to a height of five feet and ten inches. He takes on a near feminine look, what with his long hair. His lashes, dark and long, often give him a deceivingly kind and gentle look. With fair skin, it is a wonder as to how this young man got by in life without being thought of as a woman. Well, I'll tell you something! It’s exactly this mind set that made him struggle to become the best knight he possibly could to prove his masculinity. Though he has quite proven it, it still does nothing to help the slender figure he was born with. Blessed with deep, emerald eyes that play slander against his darker green hair, he is seen as a sort of beautiful young man, but those who truly know him will also tell you that underneath that mask of beauty belies a killer.
As a man of the upper ranks, most will not find him without his armor upon his body. With such a small and lithe body, Israfel has had to buy modified armor for his body and weapon specialty. Doing full body armor is not a task one would want morning after morning, but Israfel is hardly seen out of it. Huge shoulder guards, which can often be used as shields if need be, are curved lightly and cover his upper arms and shoulders. His breast plate, hammered out to a fine, glistening bronze/ red satin ochre color, protects his neck, and moves into the abdominal armor, which falls about his hips in a sort of pleated skirt armor look. His groin, although protected somewhat by the pleated skirt, is covered, as with his inner thighs, by a thick, maroon dyed hide. His iron boots protect just beyond his shins. Past the knee and up to the upper thighs, this armor is all connected to each other at the round knee caps. Upon the knee caps, calves, pleated skirt, breastplate, and the fully armored arm plates are golden markings. These markings, gelded and twisted, mark the many protective symbols of the superstitious nannies of the Ausgard family. And last but not least, upon his head lies an armored diadem that also protects his cheek bones.
.Picture.
Click here!
.Celebrity Portrayal.
Pft, no one. Celebs suck!
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
Silence in which to think.
Cold, aged ale.
Sharing stories of legends and myths.
Battle and the battle field.
Stormy weather.
Strong women.
Meat cooked with hot spices.
The drums of war.
.Dislikes.
Those who defile the name of King Osirus.
The leader of the Order.
The Order all together.
Demons.
Weak hearted men.
Beggars (they're really dirty...)
The sound of birds.
Women who remind him of his mother.
The sound of people crying.
.Goals.
He really has no goals, save for destroying all of the Shade and protecting the King.
.Fears.
Israfel would never, even to his closest comrades, tell anyone about his fears. But his one fear, his one darkest nightmare, is to end up being a Shade for some unknown reason. To become the very thing he despised and killed.
.Personality.
As many would tell you, Israfel's personality is like fire and ice. Away from the battle field and his call of duty, Israfel can be a rather sociable young man. Like many men of his age, he can enjoy nice gold ale after a bloody battle or hard day of work. He can come off as a kind hearted boy that loves to talk and enjoy stories. But on the battle field or when called to duty, Israfel becomes a totally different person. Like stone on duty, and like a raging fire storm on the battle field, he can become a malicious death bringer to those who do not follow the wishes of his beloved Lord.
Despite the wishes of his late father, Corinth Abby Ausgard, Israfel remains totally and whole heartedly devoted to his King Osirus. He is of the type to strike a woman upon her mouthing off of his King. Quite unlike his father, who was an avid believer in the Order and quite the knight himself, Israfel remains untouched by his father's death wishes of him to lend his strength to the Order.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father.
Corinth Abby Ausgard (Deceased)
.Mother.
Sabriel Bella Ausgard (Deceased)
.Siblings.
Ja'Dar Abby Ausgard (Deceased)
.History.
Israfel, second son to Corinth Abby Ausgard and Sabriel Bella Ausgard, was born some twenty years ago to a talented knight and well to do seamstress. Israfel was born second only to his late older brother, Ja' Dar Abby Ausgard, also a knight. Israfel was born to a family who loved the peace Osirus's father had brought to the land. They lived well and happily with Corinth who was a trusted knight of the late King. He loved his work and did everything in his power to keep the land in peace. His wife, Sabriel raised his children to be kind hearted young men with a love for nature. Many days, Ja' Dar and his young brother Israfel would play in the rich, green fields of their country side home. They played idly and practiced sword play often, pretending to be the greatest knights in all of Alyssus. Ja' Dar had always had the dream of fighting along side of his father, so when he came of age, be quickly trained to become a squire. Ja' Dar, easily six years older than his brother, was ready and willing to sacrifice himself for the kingdom, thus, he made an excellent knight.
In this time, Sabriel would play and tend to Israfel as he no longer had a play mate. She would tell him grand stories and myths of the land, filling Israfel's imagination with tales of knighthood and of demons who sacrificed themselves for the greater good of the humans. At this time in his life, Israfel never truly understood the meaning in his mother's tales or would never understand how she knew so much of the magic and might of demons. She had always seemed to have knack for knowing the best of magical herbs and remedies. She would even teach Israfel, what he had imagined at one time, were harmless tricks of smoke and mirrors.
But their happiness was quick to die with the late King. The day before Israfel was to join, excitedly, his brother and father's side as a knight, was when King Osirus had ordered the slaughter of the demons. Of course, as Knights, his father and brother had to oblige. Israfel didn’t know it; but that morning would be the last he would ever see his brother alive again. When the Knights came back, Israfel and his mother looked desperately amongst the parade of dead, only to find her son under a white cloth and her husband dying right next to him. The soldiers around Israfel and his mother looked down upon them shamefully, explaining to her that her husband had betrayed the Knights and fought on the side of the demons. The only reason they brought them back was because that is the kind of bravery the late King would’ve wanted.
Israfel’s life had never been the same since then. His mother fell into a terrible depression. She cried night and day, constantly, until Israfel could take it no longer. He left her one night to sleep out in the dying orchard, finally able to get some peace. As he fell into a quiet sleep, he did not hear the cries of his mother calling for him as bandits ransacked their home, taking more than just gold and goods. They also took Israfel’s mother’s life. They burned his country home, leaving him homeless and hopeless. He returned to a ruined home and started a ruined life.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
Role-play Example:
“M-mother…I um…I’ve brought you something to eat, mother,” muttered a shaky voice. Like always, the only response that came was the sobbing and pressing silence of the wooden house around him. Israfel sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He pressed his head against the cold wooden door, letting the silver platter rest against his abdomen and the door. The hot soup was sending steam against his face, but he could only stand there and listen to the terrible sobbing of his mother. It had been this way for several months now. It was becoming a chore to get her to eat or drink anything. Israfel couldn’t remember the last time he had felt the gentle hand of his mother against his face, or hear her musical voice calling out to him. The wind outside was rattling the loose shingles on the roof, nearly able to block out her crying.
“Mother, I’m coming in,” he said after awhile. He gripped the iron handle on the door and pushed the heavy wood door open. He peered into the gray room of his parents. There, once again, sat his grieving mother at her vanity. With her arms cradling her head, she didn’t even see her son walk in. Israfel frowned in worry as he placed the platter on her quilted bed, looking at her from behind the banisters of her bed. It was as if he were looking in on a caged beast.
“Mother…you must eat something. Come, I managed to make some vegetable soup. I’m afraid all of the chickens are…gone. A fox got to them last night,” Israfel muttered. Ah...the chickens. I will have to buy eggs from the market from now on for Mother. I'm not even sure she cares. All of the cows are sick and the water wheel is broken...But I can't do anything to help...and all my Mother does is sit here and cry...
Israfel moved forward, kneeling at his mother's side. He reluctantly placed a hand on her lap, the feeling of her lavender dress and the smell of her hair always giving him relief.
"Mother...I-I know Father and Brother are gone...but...I'm still here. We can make our own living. We can survive this. I'll...I'll abandon my Knighthood and take up working as a merchant or something. You can still sew and crochet and we can sell them as wares, what do you think?" He asked. But his mother only sobbed louder, her long, dark hair falling over her shoulders. He frowned suddenly, and then stood up.
"Mother...stop crying! Stop it!" I can't take it anymore! All she does is cry! She never listens to me anymore! She ignores me! Why does she ignore me?!
"Stop crying now, Mother! Mother! I said stop it!" But all she did was tremble, and continue her crying. Israfel glanced outside, seeing the fog bank rolling in over the hills as the crimson sun slipped beneath the horizon. Suddenly, with a wash of anger, he turned to his mother, gripping her arm, violently yanking it towards him.
"MOTHER!" He screamed. Sabriel gasped, bringing her pale face up from her arms as she stared at her son, her face wet with tears. Israfel glared down at her, his long green hair wild about his face, his eyes glaring spitefully down at her. She then winced, aware of the pain in her arm.
"Is-Israfel...let go. You're hurting me," she whispered lowly. But Israfel shook his head and shook her arm painfully again, his wide green eyes glaring at her darkly.
"No Mother! Pay attention to me! Dad and Brother are dead! They are not here! But I am! I am still alive! Stop ignoring me, Mother!" He yelled. Sabriel gasped lightly, her own green eyes looking at him in shock. Then, ever so slowly, she stood up, yanking her arm from her son's grasp.
"Don't you ever speak to me that way again...You need to calm down, Israfel, before you hurt someone," she warned. Israfel looked at her for a moment, and then formed his hands into fists. But even more shocking than his own actions was looking into his mothers eyes and feeling suddenly very afraid. Her eyes, threatening and dark, had never ever taken on this look before. It was a look to kill.
"F-fine! I'm leaving! I'm tired of you, Mother! Tired!" Israfel yelled and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut so that the top hinge popped out.
---------------A Few Hours Later--------------
The smell of burning wood and ash filled his nose as he approached the nightmarish scene. The entire wheel house had gone up in flames. All that survived the fire now were a few weakened timbers that made up the living room. Israfel's entire body shook as he gazed upon the destruction of his only home. Smoke from smoldering piles issued from the ash like lava vents.
A few glowing orbs were scattered on the ground. As Israfel walked forward, his bare feet could still feel the heat of the burnt wood. His mouth agape and eyes wide in horror walked forward. The whole second story of the house had collapsed in on the southern side of the house. But as he made his way further into the house, he could see that the floor above the kitchen was still holding. And there, underneath that floor, sitting against the over turned table, was his mother's corpse.
"M-mother! Mother...no...MOTHER!" Israfel screamed, his hands raced to his mouth to cover it. He didn't dare walk forward, and yet, he couldn't stop staring at his mother's body. She had been the most beautiful woman, a glowing feminine goddess that had cared for him his entire life. Her own hair, a deep green color, almost black, had the look and feel of gossamer. Her long, delicate form had always entranced males all over the place, and yet, her eyes were only for her husband. But now...
Now...Israfel's beautiful mother was dead. He slowly walked forward, kneeling in front of her charred body. Tears slipped down his face. A few hours ago, he had yelled at her to stop her crying. Now, he couldn't halt the tears that came from his own eyes as he reached forward, his fingers trailing past her hair. The black, ashen cocoon wilted at his touch, but revealed a few, untouched strands. With shaking hands, he grabbed them, pulling them from her body and cradling them in his hands as he cried for his lost days of innocence.
[/size] A few glowing orbs were scattered on the ground. As Israfel walked forward, his bare feet could still feel the heat of the burnt wood. His mouth agape and eyes wide in horror walked forward. The whole second story of the house had collapsed in on the southern side of the house. But as he made his way further into the house, he could see that the floor above the kitchen was still holding. And there, underneath that floor, sitting against the over turned table, was his mother's corpse.
"M-mother! Mother...no...MOTHER!" Israfel screamed, his hands raced to his mouth to cover it. He didn't dare walk forward, and yet, he couldn't stop staring at his mother's body. She had been the most beautiful woman, a glowing feminine goddess that had cared for him his entire life. Her own hair, a deep green color, almost black, had the look and feel of gossamer. Her long, delicate form had always entranced males all over the place, and yet, her eyes were only for her husband. But now...
Now...Israfel's beautiful mother was dead. He slowly walked forward, kneeling in front of her charred body. Tears slipped down his face. A few hours ago, he had yelled at her to stop her crying. Now, he couldn't halt the tears that came from his own eyes as he reached forward, his fingers trailing past her hair. The black, ashen cocoon wilted at his touch, but revealed a few, untouched strands. With shaking hands, he grabbed them, pulling them from her body and cradling them in his hands as he cried for his lost days of innocence.
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