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by Kurapika on Sun Jul 12, 2009 4:55 am
It seems like an immersive introduction you have there my friend. Cheers for the spectacular plotline.
((I'll write my character up after dinner.))
Name: Ein Un'Draiven
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Rank: Baron
Appearance:
His figure quite lean and hunched. One might say that a lean body cannot carry or wield strength, maybe it's true and all the majestic kings of old believe it too. But in the case of Ein this statement is false. He's not the strongest of boys but his strength can protect him. He's been faced with novice Viking Raiders and bears from the farthest north. He's never been defeated. He carries his strength in the lower part of his arm so he can have more power as he strikes. As he is lean, he's also quite slender as the leanness may suggest.
His hair is a pale brown. Scraggly and Dishelved his string-like locks run down over his ears to his collar, he has quite a fringe that sweeps off to the side. His face, looks quite malnourished; although his face tanned as his mother had the Norsk sun to bless her. His eyes a turquoise entrancing blue, his eyebrows lengthy enough for passers-by to comment. His nose is angular and fits his facial appearance beautifully. His mouth is small and he always looks as if he was pursing his lips in disgust. His cheekbones raised slighty above the top of his nostril and despised his malnourished appearance his cheekbones don't stand out at all.
Weapon(s):
Two Daggers, Carved from Walrus tusks.
And a long sword as the etiquette suggests.
The daggers are his priority in terms of use, his skinny physique makes him quite agile and his dual wield comes as an advantage. Although he has the power, he uses his ability of points in which can decapitate the body’s nerve systems. Pressure points do him well.
A Long sword as the King commanded resides on the back of Ein's back, it's rather futile to place ein with a powerful sword as his daggers are his strongest link. Not a very interesting two-handed sword; probably smithed by a journeyman.
Bio:
Ein was an accident according to his father, but a gift according to his mother. Chirsten-Gardens welcomed Ein graciously as they should. Housewives gave flowers and admired the stunning baby, but there was one person important to Ein's wellbeing that despised of Ein; His own father. "Why! You told me we couldn't produce!" Yelled Mr. Un'draiven two months before the birth. He through a wooden plate at his missus and heaved the table to the floor. Maybe it was the mistreatment of him that made him angry. No-one would know. Despite his father’s despicion, the boy lived.
Ein was never smart, not genetically. He could've had the potential but all his time at school was used thinking and worrying traumatically at what his father might do next. It got out of hand and Ein's father abused Ein and his mother; leaving his mother with a bruised eye and Ein with a broken ankle. One night his father slapped his mother so hard she fainted and hit the floor awkwardly. Ein through his fork to the stone floor he punched his father square in his nose. Leaving Ein the only one conscious. Ein couldn't take it. The traumatic flashbacks and the pressure. So he left. He gave the norsk knights notice of his mistreatment and left his mother a kind note.
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He resided north a few villages above Chirsten. He started at a butcher at the age of 14 and created enough money for himself to buy a small peaceful stone cottage. His residence was often broken-into but never nothing Ein couldn't manage. One day. The handsome untroubled seventeen year old Ein caught his eye on a roll of parchment nailed to a tree. His initial though was that it was a bounty for some troublesome peasant who kept stealing cutlery. Except it was a recruitment notice. Konungr wants loyal knights for his army. Ein snarled into a cheeky smirk. "Konungr eh? He's dat one what faces Numinor. Not a chance." Ein's wording was off a bit but he was still able to comprehend most things especially the body.
As he was stroding sleepily into the Greedenvale butcher; he caught his eye on something quite suspicious. "Of c-c-c-ourse I payed for the bread." one of Konungr's Lackeys was threatening an old women. Ein thought of his dreadful past asnd stepped in. He jabbed the Knight in the ribs and pushed his thumb unto his shoulder. Which left the knight on the floor unable to move his right arm. The old lady thanked him and ran off. Early in the morning the next day; Ein got a knock on his flimsy wooden door. "Pshh what a peasant why are we recruiting this scum," Said the knocker in disgust. Ein opened the door unaware of what was going to happen. "Ha-ha! Welcome sunshine."
The people turned out to be Konungr's Knights; Ein was observed as he assaulted the guards yet instead of anger; they were pleased. They were in Dire need of men and without reluctance placed Ein as a baron. He needed a place to resolve unspoken, unresolved anger. Now he had found where his heart belonged.
(( Hopefully that was okay. I have probably composed something terrible but I ask that you could please let me in!))
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Kurapika on Sat Jul 18, 2009 5:43 am, edited 1 time in total.
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