Post by Vash on Apr 13, 2010 21:45:47 GMT -5
Name: Bjorn
Nickname: “The Lost” (Nicknamed “The Lost” because he frequently got lost on his way. Always asking other for directions and help finding his path once more.)
How Old They Look: 45-55
Real Age: Just under a Millennium
Gender: Male
Species: Human/Demon. ( giving him his almost immortality )
Eyes: Purple and Crimson
Hair: Shaggy brown Mixed with Grey
Skin: Between White, and tan
Height: 5’9
Weight: 130lbs
Appearance: As a Wonderer Bjorn wears anything from Dusty traveling cloak to rag tag tunics and trousers. Currently wearing a once light gray wool cloak now spattered with mud, dirt, and other debris from travel with white trousers, holes in the knee’s and a rope tied around the waist. His tunic brown, faded, tattered, and loosely fit his thin being.
His face has began to show wrinkles, his eyes carrying a sad, haunted expression. In the often event he did smile it never went much more than a lopsided type of smile. Very light freckles were splattered across the bridge of his nose mostly hidden by age and weathering. Stubble that had not been managed in some time was clinging to his face for dear life. Hair always pulled back into a half pony tail hung down to his mid back. His figure had began to thin over many years of traveling and hunger each taking its toll on the once stocky frame of the man now reduced to almost a rail thin being.
…The Me You Want To Know…
Personality: With almost a constant smile and giving those around him a helping hand. A dark Side lies within that of Bjorn. On special occasions sometimes controllable and other times non in his power to stop it. He changes drastically, becoming cruel, heartless and easily angered. It enjoys spreading tournament and despair to everyone they encounter. Breaking and destroying families. He’s two sides of the coin Kind, then Evil each one fights for dominance over the body they share.
History: Much was forgotten in the many years of his travels, but from what was recalled he keeps to himself. Most known was he stumbled upon this kingdom generations ago. He traveled and performed basic Magician tricks for each town and village. He played for kings and Queen’s their children and their children. Then after a particular horrible tyrant he vanished but before he had an out brake causing him to chop off a prince’s finger and smashing the King’s nose in. Only to resurface a few generations down the line and a new royal family. He began to take up his wondering across the lands.
Magic: Often uses basic Arcane magic, when pushed into corners Bjorn tends to use a strong, raw magic which is pulled from the universe around and funneled through his body
Magic: Often uses basic Arcane magic, when pushed into corners Bjorn tends to use a strong, raw magic which is pulled from the universe around and funneled through his body
Other Facts: The Ancient magic he uses has taken its toll on his body and mind. His lungs, spleen and kidneys are all rotting within his body. Memory fails him most of the time, and his battle with his inner self becomes more of a struggle with each day. The wounds with in him could not be healed by their modern healing or magic. His fate was sealed as it had been long ago. In his youth a gypsy told him of his future and he’s held onto the words which are all that’s left of his quickly fading past.
“ A day will come when you will have to choose a life of a loved one or yours. On that day all will be unleashed which you have hidden from the world. If you live you will be haunted and a illness will take you in a most horrific manor. If you die the one you love will live on to lead her life. ”
- Mira’tecal traveling gipsy
His Choice was made
…A Bit About Me…
(all in this section is optional)
Likes: Sweet, Occasional dance with a pretty lady.
Dislikes: Violence, Anger, Oppression, Greed, and Chocolate pudding.
Hates: March 1st, staying in once place to long, and Crows.
Loves: , walking, entertaining people, and a night at the local tavern.
Relationships: Dead Wife, from many years ago
Thraed/Threads: any??
I hope this one works. If not tell me please. My brain doesn't work anymore so its hard to think about how things work
Nickname: “The Lost” (Nicknamed “The Lost” because he frequently got lost on his way. Always asking other for directions and help finding his path once more.)
How Old They Look: 45-55
Real Age: Just under a Millennium
Gender: Male
Species: Human/Demon. ( giving him his almost immortality )
…The Me You See…
Eyes: Purple and Crimson
Hair: Shaggy brown Mixed with Grey
Skin: Between White, and tan
Height: 5’9
Weight: 130lbs
Appearance: As a Wonderer Bjorn wears anything from Dusty traveling cloak to rag tag tunics and trousers. Currently wearing a once light gray wool cloak now spattered with mud, dirt, and other debris from travel with white trousers, holes in the knee’s and a rope tied around the waist. His tunic brown, faded, tattered, and loosely fit his thin being.
His face has began to show wrinkles, his eyes carrying a sad, haunted expression. In the often event he did smile it never went much more than a lopsided type of smile. Very light freckles were splattered across the bridge of his nose mostly hidden by age and weathering. Stubble that had not been managed in some time was clinging to his face for dear life. Hair always pulled back into a half pony tail hung down to his mid back. His figure had began to thin over many years of traveling and hunger each taking its toll on the once stocky frame of the man now reduced to almost a rail thin being.
…The Me You Want To Know…
Personality: With almost a constant smile and giving those around him a helping hand. A dark Side lies within that of Bjorn. On special occasions sometimes controllable and other times non in his power to stop it. He changes drastically, becoming cruel, heartless and easily angered. It enjoys spreading tournament and despair to everyone they encounter. Breaking and destroying families. He’s two sides of the coin Kind, then Evil each one fights for dominance over the body they share.
History: Much was forgotten in the many years of his travels, but from what was recalled he keeps to himself. Most known was he stumbled upon this kingdom generations ago. He traveled and performed basic Magician tricks for each town and village. He played for kings and Queen’s their children and their children. Then after a particular horrible tyrant he vanished but before he had an out brake causing him to chop off a prince’s finger and smashing the King’s nose in. Only to resurface a few generations down the line and a new royal family. He began to take up his wondering across the lands.
Magic: Often uses basic Arcane magic, when pushed into corners Bjorn tends to use a strong, raw magic which is pulled from the universe around and funneled through his body
Magic: Often uses basic Arcane magic, when pushed into corners Bjorn tends to use a strong, raw magic which is pulled from the universe around and funneled through his body
Other Facts: The Ancient magic he uses has taken its toll on his body and mind. His lungs, spleen and kidneys are all rotting within his body. Memory fails him most of the time, and his battle with his inner self becomes more of a struggle with each day. The wounds with in him could not be healed by their modern healing or magic. His fate was sealed as it had been long ago. In his youth a gypsy told him of his future and he’s held onto the words which are all that’s left of his quickly fading past.
“ A day will come when you will have to choose a life of a loved one or yours. On that day all will be unleashed which you have hidden from the world. If you live you will be haunted and a illness will take you in a most horrific manor. If you die the one you love will live on to lead her life. ”
- Mira’tecal traveling gipsy
His Choice was made
…A Bit About Me…
(all in this section is optional)
Likes: Sweet, Occasional dance with a pretty lady.
Dislikes: Violence, Anger, Oppression, Greed, and Chocolate pudding.
Hates: March 1st, staying in once place to long, and Crows.
Loves: , walking, entertaining people, and a night at the local tavern.
Relationships: Dead Wife, from many years ago
Thraed/Threads: any??
I hope this one works. If not tell me please. My brain doesn't work anymore so its hard to think about how things work
