Post by Aden Vigil on Aug 23, 2007 15:47:48 GMT -8
.__{{T H E Writer
.Name. Nata
.Age. 14
.Activity. Usually daily depending on things.
.Experience. About five to six years of role-playing and a lot of English classes.
.Contact Info.
Aim: RaFsWiM2
Email: Dreamer.in.clouds@gmail.com
Msn: Starlover774@hotmail.com
.__{{T H E Character
.Name.
Aden Adar Virgil
.Nickname.
Aden or Adar
.Age.
154
.Birthday.
June 24th
Race:
Elvin
Allegiance:
Order of Lumen
Profession/Rank:
General
.Hair.
Platinum almost white blonde that frames his face with longer bangs and is rather short in the back.
.Eyes.
Startling Green, almost aqua
.Physical Description.
He stands tall with broad shoulders and an almost menacing height of 6’4. His posture is almost stiff, but rather it’s natural for him to stand with a straight back and with a stature full of pride, yet of understanding. He has pale skin that never holds a blush from anger or from embarrassment. Under the pale skin is a fairly well muscled body, but most of his muscles are in his legs from the amount of running he did as a child. Few scars are scattered across his body, but there are two major ones; one running up the side of his left leg and the other stretching from the base of his skull down to his left hip in a jagged and almost careless manor – like a scribble a young child has made.
The scar across his back is something he hides underneath as often as he possibly can, but the tip of the scar is always visible. He doesn’t bother with the one down his leg because that is the only one he wears as a symbol of how many serious wounds he has survived. Of course his egg shaped face draws attention to his naturally narrowed eyes because of the startling, always focused aqua green eyes that are usually filled with determination and a fear that not many people can see nor understand.
His choice of clothing ranges from ripped and torn shirts that have free strips of cloth to the armor and training shirts that most people know him in. No matter his choice of clothing he wears the same emblem on a golden chain. The emblem is of a waterfall with three different colored gems embedded into the bottom of the waterfall where it looks to be frothing up. The colors are aqua green – the same as his eyes, a dark navy and a crimson red. He never explains the reasoning behind them, but he always wears it and it’s usually hidden under clothing.
Also across his left wrist there is a symbol similar to the waterfall, but when looking at it from a distance the navy ink looks to be just a bunch of meaningless swirls, but they are also a meaning he has kept hidden, but that is important to him. His wrists are always visible unless he is wearing the arm guards he hates so much that go with his armor.
.Picture.
.Celebrity Portrayal. –Unknown-
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
Music – He grew up with it all around him so it was natural to love it.
Family – It was something he was never able to have while he trained as a boy.
Warrior Oath – It’s all about honor, pride and discipline and he agrees with it like it’s his life moral.
Relaxing – He always had attacks and betrayals on his mind so he cherishes the moments where he feels safe.
Writing – He isn’t a writer who writes things other people read and he isn’t into poetry, but he enjoys writing for release of feelings, no matter how few times he is able to do it.
Reading and Studying – He always wants to become stronger and more knowledgeable so this is what he’ll usually be doing in spare time.
.Dislikes.
Silence – He hates and fears getting lost in his thoughts and he also always takes it as a bad sign.
Betrayal – After all, he likes to feel like he can trust a person and being betrayed makes him paranoid.
Poetry – He can’t stand the idea of expression feelings with rhyming words and such. It just confuses and bothers him for many reasons.
Death – He fears this for not himself, but for people he cares for and trusts because he hates the idea of loosing people.
Too much power - This is also something that he fears, but hates because he doesn’t want to become a tyrant like he has seen many good leaders turn into when they are presented with more power then they can handle.
.Goals.
To Be a Strong Leader – Thanks to being taught that Oath at a young age he always wants to protect and lead others in an protective manor.
To never be Weak Or Helpless – This has been a goal since the day he received the wound on his leg because the feeling makes him feel like dying and he never wants to feel that way.
To live until the day he dies of old age – He would gladly give his life in battle, but he believes if he is strong enough and well disciplined then he will live until the day he dies of old age.
.Fears.
Silence – He hates and fears getting lost in his thoughts and he also always takes it as a bad sign.
Death – He fears this for not himself, but for people he cares for and trusts because he hates the idea of loosing people.
Too much power - This is also something that he fears, but hates because he doesn’t want to become a tyrant like he has seen many good leaders turn into when they are presented with more power then they can handle.
Tyranny – He’s seen many people who trained him and helped him go down because they became this and were killed by their partners or people close to them.
.Personality. The first words that come to mind when a person usually thinks of him is calm and level headed. No matted how deadly or dangerous the situation seems he keeps his head and gives orders as if he were simply training new warriors. He has a determination that never seems to subside and he is always proud of what he has done and of what other people have done, no matter what went wrong. He’s optimistic in that way around other because he always tries to bring out the best and show people the good side of them, but when it comes to his thoughts he is pessimistic and almost depressed about it. It’s not because he hates himself or because he wants to die, but it’s because he never thinks any thing he does it good enough because there will always be people dying and he fears for people close to him dying.
His normal non general side is almost a mute, but not quite. When he doesn’t have to speak or be in command he wishes to keep silent and to listen to other’s opinion and other’s thoughts. Music is something that he always has around him when he’s in his relaxed state of mind. When like this though he is more likely to think of the past and he’s easier to catch with glazed over eyes that seem unnatural to his face. This is the only time he’ll let himself become lost in thought because it’s the only time he deems safe.
His anger is not something that is seen often, but it’s mostly drawn out when he’s faced with a decision where people would be dying either way or when he is put in a helpless or weak light. When he’s angry though he’s more likely to fight upon request and he’s nearly ten times more strict then normal. When like this he doesn’t accept error and he refuses failure. This is a rare side to him though and has been only seen a few times since his first few years of living at the dojo like home.
His thoughts always start off with the fighting and plans to make the Order stronger, but he can’t help them from straying to his family. He hates when they are brought up in a light that makes them seem perfect, but he also hates when they are insulted because they are his parents, no matter what the did to him. He thinks the same way about his foster family. He prides over honor and good leadership in bad times and he always tries to do his best, but will usually punish himself by training for hours if he fails. It’s his way of getting stronger.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father. Adar Lekus Vigil – Over three hundred years old – Cripples and close to death
.Step-Father: Mikus Hiuk – just over two hundred years old – in nearly perfect health
.Mother. Javilla Licia Vigil – Just a little younger then Adar – IN same condition
.Step-Mother: Ayska Hiuk – same age as Mikus – In basically the same condition
.Siblings. Lilindir – age unknown to Aden – Condition unknown to Aden
.History. He was born three months after an Elvin female named Javilla met another Elvin male named Adar. Javilla had already lost another spouse from some petty argument, but that male had been a vain elf who had never thought of another person except for himself. With him Javilla had another son named Lilindir. Lilindir left with his father though and Javilla – in her distress – claimed she had no son with that man and quickly fled from that village. On her travels to another Elvin village, the one that she had been born in she met Adar after finding him wounded on the side of the road. He tried to repay her many ways and ended up flattering her and courting her in two months.
A month after their marriage Aden was born. Javilla was disgusted with herself for having a son of the elf she now hated with most of her heart. She wanted to cast the child away, but Adar had never believed in such things and instead he said that she should send him off to train to grow up as a leader and a fighter. This was the child wouldn’t die of abandonment, but instead would grow up in a safe surrounding and also so that she didn’t need to raise him or care for him one bit.
So once Aden turned a year old they sent him into foster care with instructions to send him to train at the age of five. Aden grew to love the elves that were fostering him for five years and the day he had to leave was one of the saddest in his life, but he soon found condolence at the dojo like place he had been sent to live and train in for the next fifty years of his long life. Aden at first shunned the idea of training, but instead harbored a deep sadness that he carries with him to this day about being abandoned by two families, but he quickly forgot it as he got to know other elves. He even made a friend in the first week of his training.
His friend helped him through those fifty years of training and by the end of it he was close to the top, but his best friend who he had met in the first day had made it to the top and was number one among the students that left the dojo that year. Aden stayed with his friend as they went into training for military reasons. He had come to accept his fate; that he was to fight and protect others for as long as he lived and that he was supposed to die for another if it was necessary.
During one of their training missions Aden and his friend got stranded from the other group and were soon separated. That was how Aden received the scar across his back. He had gotten into a fight with a fully trained warrior from some Kingdom he never learned and he had received the scar, but it wounded him deeper. It made him think of himself as helpless, weak even and in his rage he accidentally killed that man and his partner. Aden quit his search for his friend after a few weeks and returned to the training camp with a guilt laden mind.
He trained harder then ever though in his wishes to surpass people and to never be bested again. This led to him receiving his second and more deadly scar. He had been out on his final training mission and it had been one where he was to go alone. It had been to protect some woman and her husband who were both on the recovery from a dangerous illness that was not able to be passed on to another. While escorting them he learned that they were his original mother and his step-father.
Even though he hated them with the very core of his soul he protected them, but they were being followed for some unknown reason. Aden ended up facing up to three other warriors in training from his very own camp who had been sent to try and kill them. Aden protected them while backed into a corner, but as he turned to shield them from an arrow one of them took their chance and sliced down his leg. Aden fell to the ground crying out that they were only seconds from their destination and to spur the horses on. Javilla threw her necklace to the ground as the horses raced off and where soon at their destination. Aden fell unconscious after that.
He had expected those three to kill him, but instead they took him to a person who could heal his leg, but it was a while before he was able to walk again. They had also fastened the necklace on his neck and that was the last time Aden saw his mother and step-father, but he didn’t notice nor care.
As soon as he finished his training and came out from the secluded encampment he had been at for the last forty years he learned of the dark lord and he swore to fight against him because it was just something that had been burned into him through many years of repeating an oath about protecting others and putting your life on the line to be heroic, so, he joined the Order of Lumen and he had been in it since keeping true to that oath he learned and repeated for so many years.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
The soft hum of music was in the air as Aden stood and walked around the pasture that he was dreaming of. The rolling sounds of thunder could be heard in the distance, but during this celebration no one seemed to notice. Aden was glad for that because he was enjoying the happiness that was surrounding him. He didn’t notice the charging army until…
Aden sat up sharply in the well worn bed that was his. Cold sweat lay in layers over his body and he stood up with shaking limbs. The moonlight from the window seemed to make the already wet skin glow and look like he had just gotten out of water. He turned to look at it with a thoughtful expression, but as always there was the sound of music from some where in this camp. “Not once have I heard every one sleeping at once.” He muttered aloud to fill the near silence of his room. Silence always seemed ready to surround him with darkness, but so far he had managed to escape it.
Shaking digits tugged a training shirt on that he had been planning on wearing the next day on over the scar before those same digits on his left hand ruffled the bed head look out of his short platinum hair. He hated looking like he had just woken up. Quickly he tugged on shoes that were made of animal leather and that when walked in correctly made no noise. Slipping out the door he made his way down the corridor and out into the pure moonlight of the midnight hour. He closed his eyes and relaxed. He loves the feeling of freedom, of purity and of calmness. It was that feeling that completed him in his own way. Of course he never had the idea of being some one more then that he was, but it was a confusing manor to bring up with him.
He closed his eyes only to hear the sound of a person fighting and instantly his hand flew to his weapon, but to his annoyance he found that he had left it in his room. He decided to rely on pre strength now though as he ran off towards the fight. Leave it to him to try and protect another even though he may not know the full story.\
He ran silently along cobbled stone until he came to the scene, but he was too late…his nightmare had been completed. A woman was dead and he could only see the receding shadow of the man. Anger flared in him, but he repressed it as he gave chase.
‘This is going to be a long night.’ He thought bitterly as he faded into darkness along with the other man.
.How did you find this site?Neopets
.Name. Nata
.Age. 14
.Activity. Usually daily depending on things.
.Experience. About five to six years of role-playing and a lot of English classes.
.Contact Info.
Aim: RaFsWiM2
Email: Dreamer.in.clouds@gmail.com
Msn: Starlover774@hotmail.com
.__{{T H E Character
.Name.
Aden Adar Virgil
.Nickname.
Aden or Adar
.Age.
154
.Birthday.
June 24th
Race:
Elvin
Allegiance:
Order of Lumen
Profession/Rank:
General
.Hair.
Platinum almost white blonde that frames his face with longer bangs and is rather short in the back.
.Eyes.
Startling Green, almost aqua
.Physical Description.
He stands tall with broad shoulders and an almost menacing height of 6’4. His posture is almost stiff, but rather it’s natural for him to stand with a straight back and with a stature full of pride, yet of understanding. He has pale skin that never holds a blush from anger or from embarrassment. Under the pale skin is a fairly well muscled body, but most of his muscles are in his legs from the amount of running he did as a child. Few scars are scattered across his body, but there are two major ones; one running up the side of his left leg and the other stretching from the base of his skull down to his left hip in a jagged and almost careless manor – like a scribble a young child has made.
The scar across his back is something he hides underneath as often as he possibly can, but the tip of the scar is always visible. He doesn’t bother with the one down his leg because that is the only one he wears as a symbol of how many serious wounds he has survived. Of course his egg shaped face draws attention to his naturally narrowed eyes because of the startling, always focused aqua green eyes that are usually filled with determination and a fear that not many people can see nor understand.
His choice of clothing ranges from ripped and torn shirts that have free strips of cloth to the armor and training shirts that most people know him in. No matter his choice of clothing he wears the same emblem on a golden chain. The emblem is of a waterfall with three different colored gems embedded into the bottom of the waterfall where it looks to be frothing up. The colors are aqua green – the same as his eyes, a dark navy and a crimson red. He never explains the reasoning behind them, but he always wears it and it’s usually hidden under clothing.
Also across his left wrist there is a symbol similar to the waterfall, but when looking at it from a distance the navy ink looks to be just a bunch of meaningless swirls, but they are also a meaning he has kept hidden, but that is important to him. His wrists are always visible unless he is wearing the arm guards he hates so much that go with his armor.
.Picture.
.Celebrity Portrayal. –Unknown-
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
Music – He grew up with it all around him so it was natural to love it.
Family – It was something he was never able to have while he trained as a boy.
Warrior Oath – It’s all about honor, pride and discipline and he agrees with it like it’s his life moral.
Relaxing – He always had attacks and betrayals on his mind so he cherishes the moments where he feels safe.
Writing – He isn’t a writer who writes things other people read and he isn’t into poetry, but he enjoys writing for release of feelings, no matter how few times he is able to do it.
Reading and Studying – He always wants to become stronger and more knowledgeable so this is what he’ll usually be doing in spare time.
.Dislikes.
Silence – He hates and fears getting lost in his thoughts and he also always takes it as a bad sign.
Betrayal – After all, he likes to feel like he can trust a person and being betrayed makes him paranoid.
Poetry – He can’t stand the idea of expression feelings with rhyming words and such. It just confuses and bothers him for many reasons.
Death – He fears this for not himself, but for people he cares for and trusts because he hates the idea of loosing people.
Too much power - This is also something that he fears, but hates because he doesn’t want to become a tyrant like he has seen many good leaders turn into when they are presented with more power then they can handle.
.Goals.
To Be a Strong Leader – Thanks to being taught that Oath at a young age he always wants to protect and lead others in an protective manor.
To never be Weak Or Helpless – This has been a goal since the day he received the wound on his leg because the feeling makes him feel like dying and he never wants to feel that way.
To live until the day he dies of old age – He would gladly give his life in battle, but he believes if he is strong enough and well disciplined then he will live until the day he dies of old age.
.Fears.
Silence – He hates and fears getting lost in his thoughts and he also always takes it as a bad sign.
Death – He fears this for not himself, but for people he cares for and trusts because he hates the idea of loosing people.
Too much power - This is also something that he fears, but hates because he doesn’t want to become a tyrant like he has seen many good leaders turn into when they are presented with more power then they can handle.
Tyranny – He’s seen many people who trained him and helped him go down because they became this and were killed by their partners or people close to them.
.Personality. The first words that come to mind when a person usually thinks of him is calm and level headed. No matted how deadly or dangerous the situation seems he keeps his head and gives orders as if he were simply training new warriors. He has a determination that never seems to subside and he is always proud of what he has done and of what other people have done, no matter what went wrong. He’s optimistic in that way around other because he always tries to bring out the best and show people the good side of them, but when it comes to his thoughts he is pessimistic and almost depressed about it. It’s not because he hates himself or because he wants to die, but it’s because he never thinks any thing he does it good enough because there will always be people dying and he fears for people close to him dying.
His normal non general side is almost a mute, but not quite. When he doesn’t have to speak or be in command he wishes to keep silent and to listen to other’s opinion and other’s thoughts. Music is something that he always has around him when he’s in his relaxed state of mind. When like this though he is more likely to think of the past and he’s easier to catch with glazed over eyes that seem unnatural to his face. This is the only time he’ll let himself become lost in thought because it’s the only time he deems safe.
His anger is not something that is seen often, but it’s mostly drawn out when he’s faced with a decision where people would be dying either way or when he is put in a helpless or weak light. When he’s angry though he’s more likely to fight upon request and he’s nearly ten times more strict then normal. When like this he doesn’t accept error and he refuses failure. This is a rare side to him though and has been only seen a few times since his first few years of living at the dojo like home.
His thoughts always start off with the fighting and plans to make the Order stronger, but he can’t help them from straying to his family. He hates when they are brought up in a light that makes them seem perfect, but he also hates when they are insulted because they are his parents, no matter what the did to him. He thinks the same way about his foster family. He prides over honor and good leadership in bad times and he always tries to do his best, but will usually punish himself by training for hours if he fails. It’s his way of getting stronger.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father. Adar Lekus Vigil – Over three hundred years old – Cripples and close to death
.Step-Father: Mikus Hiuk – just over two hundred years old – in nearly perfect health
.Mother. Javilla Licia Vigil – Just a little younger then Adar – IN same condition
.Step-Mother: Ayska Hiuk – same age as Mikus – In basically the same condition
.Siblings. Lilindir – age unknown to Aden – Condition unknown to Aden
.History. He was born three months after an Elvin female named Javilla met another Elvin male named Adar. Javilla had already lost another spouse from some petty argument, but that male had been a vain elf who had never thought of another person except for himself. With him Javilla had another son named Lilindir. Lilindir left with his father though and Javilla – in her distress – claimed she had no son with that man and quickly fled from that village. On her travels to another Elvin village, the one that she had been born in she met Adar after finding him wounded on the side of the road. He tried to repay her many ways and ended up flattering her and courting her in two months.
A month after their marriage Aden was born. Javilla was disgusted with herself for having a son of the elf she now hated with most of her heart. She wanted to cast the child away, but Adar had never believed in such things and instead he said that she should send him off to train to grow up as a leader and a fighter. This was the child wouldn’t die of abandonment, but instead would grow up in a safe surrounding and also so that she didn’t need to raise him or care for him one bit.
So once Aden turned a year old they sent him into foster care with instructions to send him to train at the age of five. Aden grew to love the elves that were fostering him for five years and the day he had to leave was one of the saddest in his life, but he soon found condolence at the dojo like place he had been sent to live and train in for the next fifty years of his long life. Aden at first shunned the idea of training, but instead harbored a deep sadness that he carries with him to this day about being abandoned by two families, but he quickly forgot it as he got to know other elves. He even made a friend in the first week of his training.
His friend helped him through those fifty years of training and by the end of it he was close to the top, but his best friend who he had met in the first day had made it to the top and was number one among the students that left the dojo that year. Aden stayed with his friend as they went into training for military reasons. He had come to accept his fate; that he was to fight and protect others for as long as he lived and that he was supposed to die for another if it was necessary.
During one of their training missions Aden and his friend got stranded from the other group and were soon separated. That was how Aden received the scar across his back. He had gotten into a fight with a fully trained warrior from some Kingdom he never learned and he had received the scar, but it wounded him deeper. It made him think of himself as helpless, weak even and in his rage he accidentally killed that man and his partner. Aden quit his search for his friend after a few weeks and returned to the training camp with a guilt laden mind.
He trained harder then ever though in his wishes to surpass people and to never be bested again. This led to him receiving his second and more deadly scar. He had been out on his final training mission and it had been one where he was to go alone. It had been to protect some woman and her husband who were both on the recovery from a dangerous illness that was not able to be passed on to another. While escorting them he learned that they were his original mother and his step-father.
Even though he hated them with the very core of his soul he protected them, but they were being followed for some unknown reason. Aden ended up facing up to three other warriors in training from his very own camp who had been sent to try and kill them. Aden protected them while backed into a corner, but as he turned to shield them from an arrow one of them took their chance and sliced down his leg. Aden fell to the ground crying out that they were only seconds from their destination and to spur the horses on. Javilla threw her necklace to the ground as the horses raced off and where soon at their destination. Aden fell unconscious after that.
He had expected those three to kill him, but instead they took him to a person who could heal his leg, but it was a while before he was able to walk again. They had also fastened the necklace on his neck and that was the last time Aden saw his mother and step-father, but he didn’t notice nor care.
As soon as he finished his training and came out from the secluded encampment he had been at for the last forty years he learned of the dark lord and he swore to fight against him because it was just something that had been burned into him through many years of repeating an oath about protecting others and putting your life on the line to be heroic, so, he joined the Order of Lumen and he had been in it since keeping true to that oath he learned and repeated for so many years.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
The soft hum of music was in the air as Aden stood and walked around the pasture that he was dreaming of. The rolling sounds of thunder could be heard in the distance, but during this celebration no one seemed to notice. Aden was glad for that because he was enjoying the happiness that was surrounding him. He didn’t notice the charging army until…
Aden sat up sharply in the well worn bed that was his. Cold sweat lay in layers over his body and he stood up with shaking limbs. The moonlight from the window seemed to make the already wet skin glow and look like he had just gotten out of water. He turned to look at it with a thoughtful expression, but as always there was the sound of music from some where in this camp. “Not once have I heard every one sleeping at once.” He muttered aloud to fill the near silence of his room. Silence always seemed ready to surround him with darkness, but so far he had managed to escape it.
Shaking digits tugged a training shirt on that he had been planning on wearing the next day on over the scar before those same digits on his left hand ruffled the bed head look out of his short platinum hair. He hated looking like he had just woken up. Quickly he tugged on shoes that were made of animal leather and that when walked in correctly made no noise. Slipping out the door he made his way down the corridor and out into the pure moonlight of the midnight hour. He closed his eyes and relaxed. He loves the feeling of freedom, of purity and of calmness. It was that feeling that completed him in his own way. Of course he never had the idea of being some one more then that he was, but it was a confusing manor to bring up with him.
He closed his eyes only to hear the sound of a person fighting and instantly his hand flew to his weapon, but to his annoyance he found that he had left it in his room. He decided to rely on pre strength now though as he ran off towards the fight. Leave it to him to try and protect another even though he may not know the full story.\
He ran silently along cobbled stone until he came to the scene, but he was too late…his nightmare had been completed. A woman was dead and he could only see the receding shadow of the man. Anger flared in him, but he repressed it as he gave chase.
‘This is going to be a long night.’ He thought bitterly as he faded into darkness along with the other man.
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