Post by Jaidan al'Coriman on Mar 4, 2006 23:52:23 GMT -5
Bonjour! Je m'appelle Nayru, et c'est bon etre ici!
Ello everyone. If you didn't catch that, my name's Nayru and I'll be roleplaying a fine old chap by the name of Jaidan. I guess I could say a little about me, but I think I'll mention some about him first...
Name : Jaidan al'Corman
Age : 56
Gender : Male
Race : Human
Appearance :
Severe azure eyes, dappled with flecks of ash and snared light blossom as though thorned flowers amidst a hard and weathered rocky plain. The angles of his darkened face admit no fear or pity, expressing a life of learned wisdom and untold hardship. At a second glance, the unyielding doruness of his complexion entreats a certain allure, grey wings of once-dark hair at his temples and an appeal for his handsome eyes. For his lean frame, strong, sinewy muscle ripples beneath the surface of his sun-aged flesh, slender in the same way that a blade is slender. Livery of plain browns and greys wrap his limbs, tunics and cloaks and slacks and boots all rough with age. At his waist, a variety of knives, twine, and wax for bowstrings adorns a thick leather belt.
Personality :
Severity plays the guise for a tender, caring heart enveloped in bloodlust for revenge and lost hope. He has a hard and weathered a spirit that stands ever-strong, as a mountain endures torrents of rain and ice.
Weapon (s) :
A variety of slender, keen bladed knives in every shape and size - proudly worn at his belt, in his sleeves, at the turn-ups of his boots, and the small of his back; Sometimes carries a hefty longbow and has been known to use pikes, halberds, and spears, but refuses outright to touch a sword.
Weaknesses :
His bloodthirst for revenge for the murder of his wife and children and the desire to discover what secrets the bleak obscurity his past holds render him a sometimes weak man; sometimes he is so stricken by grief that he was not strong enough to save his loved ones that he doesn't have the will to fight or even carry on living.
Strengths :
His bloodthirst for revenge makes him a determined man; after traveling from on corner of the world to the other, he has learned to be powerful in body, mind, and spirit. Fierce determination drives him, bloodlust gives him strength in battle, and love will make him reach his goal.
History (Optional) : Lost in obscurity. At age 35, he awoke with a bloodied knife in his side as he lay among dying flames ravaging a mountainside villiage and the remenants of charred, human bodies. Memories before then are painful when recalled, and blurry at best. Across his inner thighs, two vivid images painted upon his skin link him to his past: Upon his right, a white crow, his left, a black crow.
Crow- Guardian of the Place Before Existence, Carrier of Souls from Darkness into Light, Working Without Fear in Darkness, Guidance While Working in Shadow, Moves Freely in the Void, Understands all Things Related to Ethics, Shapeshifter, Secret Magic of Creation, Thief, Trickery, Boldness, Skill, Cunning, Single-Mindedness, A Bringer of Knowledge, Swiftness, Eloquence[/i]
Anyways, a little about myself...I'm a tenth grader who's obsessed with marching band, art, Phantom Regiment, playing my saxophone/ baritone/ bass clarinet, flirting, dating, Wheel of Time, acting/singing, dancing, and generally being wildly extroverted. Some friends on loading crew call me skanker, but only 'cause I 'skank', which means to be white and dance in a ridiculously crazy and uncoordinated fasion, like a one person mosh pit. I've got long brown hair and a taste for ska, classic rock, jazz, and blues.
So...in a nutshell...I'd say that I'm a pretty crazy, sad little white girl.
Ello everyone. If you didn't catch that, my name's Nayru and I'll be roleplaying a fine old chap by the name of Jaidan. I guess I could say a little about me, but I think I'll mention some about him first...
Name : Jaidan al'Corman
Age : 56
Gender : Male
Race : Human
Appearance :
Severe azure eyes, dappled with flecks of ash and snared light blossom as though thorned flowers amidst a hard and weathered rocky plain. The angles of his darkened face admit no fear or pity, expressing a life of learned wisdom and untold hardship. At a second glance, the unyielding doruness of his complexion entreats a certain allure, grey wings of once-dark hair at his temples and an appeal for his handsome eyes. For his lean frame, strong, sinewy muscle ripples beneath the surface of his sun-aged flesh, slender in the same way that a blade is slender. Livery of plain browns and greys wrap his limbs, tunics and cloaks and slacks and boots all rough with age. At his waist, a variety of knives, twine, and wax for bowstrings adorns a thick leather belt.
Personality :
Severity plays the guise for a tender, caring heart enveloped in bloodlust for revenge and lost hope. He has a hard and weathered a spirit that stands ever-strong, as a mountain endures torrents of rain and ice.
Weapon (s) :
A variety of slender, keen bladed knives in every shape and size - proudly worn at his belt, in his sleeves, at the turn-ups of his boots, and the small of his back; Sometimes carries a hefty longbow and has been known to use pikes, halberds, and spears, but refuses outright to touch a sword.
Weaknesses :
His bloodthirst for revenge for the murder of his wife and children and the desire to discover what secrets the bleak obscurity his past holds render him a sometimes weak man; sometimes he is so stricken by grief that he was not strong enough to save his loved ones that he doesn't have the will to fight or even carry on living.
Strengths :
His bloodthirst for revenge makes him a determined man; after traveling from on corner of the world to the other, he has learned to be powerful in body, mind, and spirit. Fierce determination drives him, bloodlust gives him strength in battle, and love will make him reach his goal.
History (Optional) : Lost in obscurity. At age 35, he awoke with a bloodied knife in his side as he lay among dying flames ravaging a mountainside villiage and the remenants of charred, human bodies. Memories before then are painful when recalled, and blurry at best. Across his inner thighs, two vivid images painted upon his skin link him to his past: Upon his right, a white crow, his left, a black crow.
Crow- Guardian of the Place Before Existence, Carrier of Souls from Darkness into Light, Working Without Fear in Darkness, Guidance While Working in Shadow, Moves Freely in the Void, Understands all Things Related to Ethics, Shapeshifter, Secret Magic of Creation, Thief, Trickery, Boldness, Skill, Cunning, Single-Mindedness, A Bringer of Knowledge, Swiftness, Eloquence[/i]
Anyways, a little about myself...I'm a tenth grader who's obsessed with marching band, art, Phantom Regiment, playing my saxophone/ baritone/ bass clarinet, flirting, dating, Wheel of Time, acting/singing, dancing, and generally being wildly extroverted. Some friends on loading crew call me skanker, but only 'cause I 'skank', which means to be white and dance in a ridiculously crazy and uncoordinated fasion, like a one person mosh pit. I've got long brown hair and a taste for ska, classic rock, jazz, and blues.
So...in a nutshell...I'd say that I'm a pretty crazy, sad little white girl.
