Atratyys
12-22-07, 01:08 AM
Name: Atratyys Rytaner
Age: 23
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 148
Occupation: Atratyys will occasionally hire himself out as a mercenary
Personality: I intend to develop this as I RP with him and gain a better sense of how I want him to interact with others, however Atratyys is a friendly person resolute on adventuring for the fun and maybe some profit.
Appearance: One of Atratyys most noticeable facial features is the scar on his cheek. For this reason he keeps some scrubble on his face to try to detract from it, though it does a poor job, he would grow a bigger beard but he dislikes the feel. He wears a chain hauberk, some leather gloves with the fingers cut off, a pair of blue leggings and a pair of leather boots.
Skills:
Swordsmanship – Atratyys posses slightly above average skills with a sword, he is particularly proud of his ability to parry attacks but he is by no means as skilled as a seasoned adventurer.
Archery – Atratyys possesses below average skills with a bow, he trained a little with them but his accuracy is poor and as such prefers a sword and doesn’t even own a bow.
Fire – Atratyys was trained in the arts of magic by a few mages he encountered in his training, these mages taught him to call upon the force of fire, it takes all of his concentration to produce a small fireball with a three inch diameter, which he can use to light campfires in a pinch or throw at a foe, however when he does use this magic it saps his strength, weakening him greatly, he can only use this spell once a day and only after a full night’s sleep.
Sense magic – From his training with the mages Atratyys can sometimes feel the power of magic emanating from objects, however his awareness of magic is imperfect so he does not always sense its presence. After using his magic to summon fire he becomes so disconnected from the magic energies that this ability fails him.
Equipment:
Sword - Atratyys has a steel long sword with a gem the color of emerald in the pommel. From his simplistic training in magic he can sense a dull power emanating from the gem but he has no idea what it is or how to utilize it, ignorant to what small power it might hold.
Hauberk - Atratyys wears a chain hauberk made of iron over a thin leather tunic to protect his body.
Gloves – Atratyys wears a small pair of leather gloves to protect his hands with the fingers cut off.
Buckler – Atratyys has a small buckler 1 foot in diameter made of oak wood wrapped in leather, the wood portion of the buckler is a half inch thick, the front of the buckler has metal studs on the front surface to reinforce it.
History:
Atratyys was born into a middle class family, what one would even describe as an extremely ordinary life. He many years of his life with few worries, it was this life of no uncertainties that fueled a need for adventure that he began to yearn for at the age of 12. His parents forbade him such fantasies of adventuring through the world and condemned him to his life of normalcy. Atratyys never gave up on his fantasies of striking off in the world to make a name for himself as an adventurer but he resigned himself to live under his parents’ rule and lived out his days as a student in a small school in his city.
At the age of 18 Atratyys moved out of the home of his overbearing parents with no ill will towards them to seek a life pf spirited adventuring in the wilds and to eventually try his hand as a mercenary. He went to the local shop in his neighborhood and purchased a simple long sword, a buckler, and an armored tunic crafted of leather. With his new adventuring equipment Atratyys struck out into the woods to train, his training could be described as little more than playing adventurer in the woods, swinging his sword at his “enemies” (the trunks of young trees).
When Atratyys finished his “training” he felt confident in his skills and headed to a local tavern that travelers often stopped at when making their way through the city. It was here that he contracted his first mercenary gig, he was to be a bodyguard for a cleric who intended to investigate a disturbance in a cave deep in the woods, and the cleric’s goals were only observational so he deemed Atratyys to be an acceptable bodyguard for a tame journey. This cave housed an ancient holy shrine that the cleric would prefer undisturbed. Venturing with the cleric deep into the forest Atratyys was confident that he could prove is mettle as a mercenary to this cleric and get his name out there as a successful mercenary. He knew that with a successful job under his belt he would more easily obtain more and more jobs.
Reaching the cleric’s destination around dusk they discovered the source of the disturbances surrounding the holy shrine, a particularly disgusting forest troll had taken up residence in the cleric’s cave, completely oblivious to the holy shrine in the cave’s depths. The cleric’s intentions switched from observational to actionary the minute he spied the troll inhabiting the cave, he was uncertain of Atratyys’ ability but he would not stand for this troll inhabiting the cave. Atratyys was cautious of the troll, he knew that trolls were dangerous and he was new to the mercenary business.
Near midnight Atratyys was sure the troll had retired to sleep and chose this as the best time to make his move, a cheap shot while the troll was sleeping was not necessarily honorable but Atratyys was more concerned about getting a clean kill on his first job. He moved as stealthily as he could into the cave to investigate, the cleric followed closely behind. After approximately twenty minutes of wandering around in the cave Atratyys was lost, and he could not find the troll. When Atratyys turned to apologize to the cleric for getting them lost he felt the blood run from his face as he realized it was not he and the cleric who had been stalking the troll but the converse was true. The troll was wielding a long sword it had found deep in the cave laying in front of a small spring surrounded by candles, a large stone the color of emerald was inset into the pommel of the sword. Upon realizing that Atratyys had spotted him the troll raised the blade above is head and ran forward out of the shadows striking at the cleric who stood with his back to the troll. Atratyys shouted for the cleric to move but it was too late, the troll’s powerful attack struck the cleric clean on the neck, digging deep into the muscle until it struck the spinal column. Atratyys was horrified he had never believed something like this could happen, he didn’t know what to do, this beast just struck down the cleric in a single clean blow and Atratyys was unsure how to react, his instincts shut down as he stood dumbfounded a look of horror on his face. He slowly brought is sword up, unsure of how to proceed, he considered running for his life but he knew the troll’s powerful legs could easily outrun him, he could beg for his life but he knew that it would do no good, he doubted the troll spoke common.
The troll dislodged the blade from the neck of the cleric and moved to strike at Atratyys, Atratyys had a split second to make a move and he didn’t know what to do, he fell to his knees in desperation and confusion, holding the blade up in defiance, little did he know but that was the reaction that saved his life, the trolls blade whizzed through the air where Atratyys had been but a second before, the blade connected with Atratyys’ cheek, but the miscalculated strike made the troll stumble and fall, right onto Atratyys’ blade. The troll in the end impaled himself upon Atratyys’ blade and Atratyys escaped the confrontation with only a deep gash across his cheek and his life. Shocked and disoriented from the encounter, unbelieving that he still lived, Atratyys blacked out.
Sometime after dawn Atratyys came to, slumping the dead troll off his body and getting to his feet, Atratyys retrieved the sword that the troll had been wielding as it looked to be of better quality than his iron sword he had purchased for his training. He didn’t know what to feel, he was ashamed of his failure of the cleric, ashamed of his inability to act under pressure, but thankful for his life. He vowed to tell no one of his failure, but to make the best of the gift of his life, to be the best adventurer he could possibility.
From that day of his first failure Atratyys has become more skilled with a sword and has gained some ability with a bow, however he is not confident with the weapon. He has also trained with mages who taught him to summon the power of fire, and to recognize the magical energies in the world, he is far below average in these skills and by no means classifies himself as a mage and does not see himself getting any better, but he sees the usefulness in the ability. He now believes in himself, but he will always have his memories of that first failed adventure and the scar to prove it.
Age: 23
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 148
Occupation: Atratyys will occasionally hire himself out as a mercenary
Personality: I intend to develop this as I RP with him and gain a better sense of how I want him to interact with others, however Atratyys is a friendly person resolute on adventuring for the fun and maybe some profit.
Appearance: One of Atratyys most noticeable facial features is the scar on his cheek. For this reason he keeps some scrubble on his face to try to detract from it, though it does a poor job, he would grow a bigger beard but he dislikes the feel. He wears a chain hauberk, some leather gloves with the fingers cut off, a pair of blue leggings and a pair of leather boots.
Skills:
Swordsmanship – Atratyys posses slightly above average skills with a sword, he is particularly proud of his ability to parry attacks but he is by no means as skilled as a seasoned adventurer.
Archery – Atratyys possesses below average skills with a bow, he trained a little with them but his accuracy is poor and as such prefers a sword and doesn’t even own a bow.
Fire – Atratyys was trained in the arts of magic by a few mages he encountered in his training, these mages taught him to call upon the force of fire, it takes all of his concentration to produce a small fireball with a three inch diameter, which he can use to light campfires in a pinch or throw at a foe, however when he does use this magic it saps his strength, weakening him greatly, he can only use this spell once a day and only after a full night’s sleep.
Sense magic – From his training with the mages Atratyys can sometimes feel the power of magic emanating from objects, however his awareness of magic is imperfect so he does not always sense its presence. After using his magic to summon fire he becomes so disconnected from the magic energies that this ability fails him.
Equipment:
Sword - Atratyys has a steel long sword with a gem the color of emerald in the pommel. From his simplistic training in magic he can sense a dull power emanating from the gem but he has no idea what it is or how to utilize it, ignorant to what small power it might hold.
Hauberk - Atratyys wears a chain hauberk made of iron over a thin leather tunic to protect his body.
Gloves – Atratyys wears a small pair of leather gloves to protect his hands with the fingers cut off.
Buckler – Atratyys has a small buckler 1 foot in diameter made of oak wood wrapped in leather, the wood portion of the buckler is a half inch thick, the front of the buckler has metal studs on the front surface to reinforce it.
History:
Atratyys was born into a middle class family, what one would even describe as an extremely ordinary life. He many years of his life with few worries, it was this life of no uncertainties that fueled a need for adventure that he began to yearn for at the age of 12. His parents forbade him such fantasies of adventuring through the world and condemned him to his life of normalcy. Atratyys never gave up on his fantasies of striking off in the world to make a name for himself as an adventurer but he resigned himself to live under his parents’ rule and lived out his days as a student in a small school in his city.
At the age of 18 Atratyys moved out of the home of his overbearing parents with no ill will towards them to seek a life pf spirited adventuring in the wilds and to eventually try his hand as a mercenary. He went to the local shop in his neighborhood and purchased a simple long sword, a buckler, and an armored tunic crafted of leather. With his new adventuring equipment Atratyys struck out into the woods to train, his training could be described as little more than playing adventurer in the woods, swinging his sword at his “enemies” (the trunks of young trees).
When Atratyys finished his “training” he felt confident in his skills and headed to a local tavern that travelers often stopped at when making their way through the city. It was here that he contracted his first mercenary gig, he was to be a bodyguard for a cleric who intended to investigate a disturbance in a cave deep in the woods, and the cleric’s goals were only observational so he deemed Atratyys to be an acceptable bodyguard for a tame journey. This cave housed an ancient holy shrine that the cleric would prefer undisturbed. Venturing with the cleric deep into the forest Atratyys was confident that he could prove is mettle as a mercenary to this cleric and get his name out there as a successful mercenary. He knew that with a successful job under his belt he would more easily obtain more and more jobs.
Reaching the cleric’s destination around dusk they discovered the source of the disturbances surrounding the holy shrine, a particularly disgusting forest troll had taken up residence in the cleric’s cave, completely oblivious to the holy shrine in the cave’s depths. The cleric’s intentions switched from observational to actionary the minute he spied the troll inhabiting the cave, he was uncertain of Atratyys’ ability but he would not stand for this troll inhabiting the cave. Atratyys was cautious of the troll, he knew that trolls were dangerous and he was new to the mercenary business.
Near midnight Atratyys was sure the troll had retired to sleep and chose this as the best time to make his move, a cheap shot while the troll was sleeping was not necessarily honorable but Atratyys was more concerned about getting a clean kill on his first job. He moved as stealthily as he could into the cave to investigate, the cleric followed closely behind. After approximately twenty minutes of wandering around in the cave Atratyys was lost, and he could not find the troll. When Atratyys turned to apologize to the cleric for getting them lost he felt the blood run from his face as he realized it was not he and the cleric who had been stalking the troll but the converse was true. The troll was wielding a long sword it had found deep in the cave laying in front of a small spring surrounded by candles, a large stone the color of emerald was inset into the pommel of the sword. Upon realizing that Atratyys had spotted him the troll raised the blade above is head and ran forward out of the shadows striking at the cleric who stood with his back to the troll. Atratyys shouted for the cleric to move but it was too late, the troll’s powerful attack struck the cleric clean on the neck, digging deep into the muscle until it struck the spinal column. Atratyys was horrified he had never believed something like this could happen, he didn’t know what to do, this beast just struck down the cleric in a single clean blow and Atratyys was unsure how to react, his instincts shut down as he stood dumbfounded a look of horror on his face. He slowly brought is sword up, unsure of how to proceed, he considered running for his life but he knew the troll’s powerful legs could easily outrun him, he could beg for his life but he knew that it would do no good, he doubted the troll spoke common.
The troll dislodged the blade from the neck of the cleric and moved to strike at Atratyys, Atratyys had a split second to make a move and he didn’t know what to do, he fell to his knees in desperation and confusion, holding the blade up in defiance, little did he know but that was the reaction that saved his life, the trolls blade whizzed through the air where Atratyys had been but a second before, the blade connected with Atratyys’ cheek, but the miscalculated strike made the troll stumble and fall, right onto Atratyys’ blade. The troll in the end impaled himself upon Atratyys’ blade and Atratyys escaped the confrontation with only a deep gash across his cheek and his life. Shocked and disoriented from the encounter, unbelieving that he still lived, Atratyys blacked out.
Sometime after dawn Atratyys came to, slumping the dead troll off his body and getting to his feet, Atratyys retrieved the sword that the troll had been wielding as it looked to be of better quality than his iron sword he had purchased for his training. He didn’t know what to feel, he was ashamed of his failure of the cleric, ashamed of his inability to act under pressure, but thankful for his life. He vowed to tell no one of his failure, but to make the best of the gift of his life, to be the best adventurer he could possibility.
From that day of his first failure Atratyys has become more skilled with a sword and has gained some ability with a bow, however he is not confident with the weapon. He has also trained with mages who taught him to summon the power of fire, and to recognize the magical energies in the world, he is far below average in these skills and by no means classifies himself as a mage and does not see himself getting any better, but he sees the usefulness in the ability. He now believes in himself, but he will always have his memories of that first failed adventure and the scar to prove it.