Character name: Bailoch
Age: Sixteen
Description of looks: Bailoch is short, but not unusually so. He has a lean frame, covered in a green tunic and loose-fitting leather pants. From his belt hangs an ornate shortsword, and on his back is strapped a shortbow and quiver with nine arrows. On his feet are a pair of buckskin shoes. His face is still somewhat round with baby-fat, and is crowned with messy, medium-length, brown hair.
Basic personality: Bailoch wants to appear far more experienced and travelled than he actually is. In truth, he is quite naïve and knows little of the world. Still, he is well-spoken and gentlemanly. He is, perhaps, a bit too eager to throw himself in danger's way than he should be.
Past: Bailoch comes from the isolated kingdom of Hawkdale, and is the king's fourth son. His homeland has been at peace for a long time, and his agrarian people are mostly content with their simple existance. Travellers rarely come to or pass by the kingdom. Even in the royal hall, little exiting ever happens.
As a prince, Bailoch was raised to be highly literate. Yet while his brothers were out hunting, riding, and dancing, he would often be in the castle library. There he read old legends, and the epic ballads of heroes. He read of quests and adventure. That is not to say that he spend all his time locked up reading; he also had a reputation throughout Hawkdale as a talented swordsman and marksman (winning two archery tournaments in two years.) Still, he was whimsical and aloof, often dreaming of leaving Hawkdale and going on spectacular adventures like those he read about. The other Hawkdaliens, most of whom had not interest in such things, considered him by far to be the oddest of the king's sons.
One day, his father died quite unexpectedly, and one of his older brothers inherited the throne. A few days after putting on the crown, this new king (by the name of Gerich) spoke to Bailoch about his obvious wanderlust.
A prince's primary duty to Hawkdale was to take over the throne when the old king died. Gerich had now done this, and if something should happen to him, there would still be three more princes to replace him. It was clear that Bailoch was not content in Hawkdale, and so Gerich advised him to simply leave--to go out and see the world. Bailoch quickly admitted that was what he had wanted for a long time. So Gerich gave Bailoch the family sword,
Goldarm and bid him happy trails. Bailoch fetched a horse from the royal stables, loaded it with food, and rode off over the mountains into the outside world.
He does not yet know where he is going, but he hopes to find exitement there, wherever it is.
Okay, and here's an RP sample:
Exhilerating was the only word for it. The wind, always his close compatriot, wisped lighty through his fingers, manipulated by his will, thrust into the sail of his air-skiff.
He should have been getting down to the planet's surface, but, though it was unbeffiting of a scholar of his station, Rin Indavida was having too much fun to stop. Earth's atmosphere was warm and pleasant compared to that of his home, the frozen sattelite Lamanos VII. It was a joy to fly through.
After circling around the village he was bound for four or five times, he at last resigned himself to the business of landing. A craft as small as his had no need of a true spaceport, so he touched down on the surface of a lake at the edge of the settlement.
By manipulating a few more gentle gusts, the Wind-Mage sailed his skiff to the lakeshore. He jumped out with a rope in hand, and tied his vessle up to a nearby tree. He pulled from his coat pocket a stick of charcoal, and began to draw lines on the rocky ground.
The pattern he sketched would be a magical ward. This was one of the few magics he knew that he had not learned from the monostary at Lamanos VII. Instead, it had been practiced by the Miinom, the native huntsmen who had raised him. Back home, it had been used to ward off predators by casting frightening (but illusory) images around the area if something threatening approached. Now, Mr. Indavida used it to protect his boat from greedy humans.
A curious concern. Master Thasalas, the elf in charge of his monostary, had warned him that Earth was plagued by theives. It made little sense to Mr. Indavida; if any of the locals had need of a boat, would they not have already aquired one by now? Still, the Master knew best.
When Mr. Indavida finished drawing his runes, he grabbed his backpack--which contained only food and emergency medical supplies--and headed off towards the village.
Elation filled him. He was going to see Earth, home of his forefathers. He thought of the sights he might see. He thought of the ancient ruined city of New York and it's Liberty Titan, the mysterious spire-buildings of Thailand, the Great Library of Washintgon, the mysterious jungles of South America, the royal tombs of Giza......
Or, perhaps, he would find tiny farming villages full of country bumpkins. Either way, he was eager to see this world.
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