Thyrane
05-23-06, 04:56 PM
I need to find Plague's character stuff.
Name-Thyrane
Age-23
Race-Human
Gender-Male
Height-5 feet 9 inches
Weight-123 pounds
Hair Color-Black
Eye Color-Lavander
Appearance: Over all, Thyrane looks like your average young male. His body is nothing special, but it is also by no means fat or saggy. He's just a normal, no definition looking man. His face is cut perfectly, and has an extremely strong looking jaw line, thus giving him a look of a hero. His eyes are not that of any "normal" colour to wash upon a human. His eyes are that of pure Lavander, and give off a humbling look to them. His parents never gave him the truth about his eyes...they always just changed the subject when it arose. Sitting ontop of the man's head is a short set of black hair. The only interesting part of it, is how the front bangs grow at an alarming rate, and seem to hang down in front of his face in an unrulely manner, and give off an "emo" look to those who view him.
Clothing wise, Thyrane dawns nothing on his chest. He finds shirts, robes anything for that matter too confinding and he feels that he is less able to move around, and strike with his staff with clothing on his chest. Without any, he can be free to move in different directions for fighting.
On his legs are just a rather shotting looking pair of black pants. They are extremely faded from the sun always on them, and the knee's are torn from moving around so much. On his feet are just a simple pair of leather boots.
Personality:
For the most part, Thyrane is a man of few words. He finds it best to keep his words to himself, and try not to rock anyone's boat. He listens to all that have something to say, and makes a decision that is best for him. Though, he does not speak very often, it doesn't stop him from thinking sarcasticly or poorly of someone. Normally, Thyrane will do anything for anyone, given a good task, or even something horrible. He does not see the world in good and evil terms. There's just this grey area that he finds himself floating in.
Weapons:
- Yew Staff. The staff in question is five feet long and mode out of cheap yew. It's nothing special and possess no magical abilities or anything of the sort. He aquired it on a task he was sent on in his early teen's, and he had saved his life many of times, Thyrane would not be alive today if he had not had it with him.
Armor:
- None
Skills: Stone Skin. One per thread, Thyrane can simply say the words "Hard as a rock."(He most complete the words or the spell will not work) and his front torso will take on a hard rock like substains that can only have the same restaintes of rock. Meaning, if someone where to take a pick-axe to him, they would chip away at him, and when his spell was over, that mark would leave a wound, and he would be bleeding from it. Same goes for a slash with a sword. The wound depends on just how deep the cut is. The spell lasts for only three posts and as I stated before, can only be used once per thread.
History:
- Born in Scara Brae, the young Thyrane only knew of the large happy town, and loved living in such a place where wonderous things could happen. Given such a place, the boy knew nothing of the harsh realms that Althanas had to hold within itself, and the life outside of the town.
Growing up, Thyrane's parents kept a close eye on him. For he had been a great help to those around his farm growing up, but whenever they ventured into town to aquire such things as fed for the horses, shoes, and clothing, many people were always taken back by the boy's mysterious looking eyes. A pure shade of Lavander rested within them, and many people always said how the boy clearly had to be half drow.
His parents always laughed at such lies and wicked talkings. But, that didn't stop Thyrane from wondering just how his eyes were so different from everyone else. Whenever he asked his parents as the reason why, they always quickly changed the subject, never answering, or even paying attention to the boy's question.
As the time passed by, Thyrane started to grow into a man, and his once love for the small town seemed to slowly be dying. For his soul called out to travel and see the many wonders that this world had hidden away from the town of Scara Brae. Telling his parents that he wished to go out and make a life for himself, and to see what the lands had in store for him, they sout out a young wizard that they knew, his parents asked the wizard to teach the boy a spell to protect him from the dark creatures that walked the lands.
The wizard agreed on the condision that the boy do something for him. Young Thyrane had to travel to the deep forest just on the outside of town and return with a small apple. Not just any apple, a lush purple apple. Thyrane did not ask any questions about the apple. For he knew that the world of wizardry was something he would never fully understand.
So, as he left for his travels, the boy's father presented him with a fine yew staff. They could not afford any proper weapons, but Thyrane knew that it was better than nothing at all.
So, he ventured off into the wildress of the forests outside Scara Brae. It took many long nights for him to finally get to the valley where the purple apple's grew. But, as the boy came to the valley, a old hermit issued a warning to him. That if he was to take of the fruit, he would have to do so, by passing by the guardian of the fruit.
Thyrane knew that this was not going to be an easy task. So, he ventured forward to the valley, to where the apple's grew. As he finally reached the valley, he noticed that a single tree grew in the center of the valley. It had many a different fruits on it, and on the lowest branch, he saw the biggest purple apple he had ever seen.
Slowly making his way towards the apple, the young man felt as if he was being watched, and kept his staff at the ready. His whole body was ready to spring into action should an ambush come at anytime.
He was not in front of the tree, his arm was out stretched towards the apple, he could almost feel it within his fingers, as a great black beast jumped out and landed on his chest. Thyrane the and creature hit the ground, and the boy lifted the staff in front of his face, as a great face of a wolf came down upon it. The smell of blood and something else reeked off the wolf's mouth, as he shook with all his might to throw the staff away from the boy. But fear and honour kept such a tight grip on the boy that he could not let go.
The beat spoke through wood, "Let it go boy, and I promise I shall make it quick for you." The beast shook harder, this time throwing the boy and his weapon away, rolling on the ground.
Getting to his feet, Thyrane looked about himself and said to the beast. "You shall not have the taste of flesh today. There will be no bloodshed at all. Now please, I ask you, leave."
The wolf meerly laughed at the boy and jumped at him again, Thyrane quickly swung his staff, smacking down the creature to the ground. Doing the only thing fear told him to do, Thyrane quickly began to pelt the beast with his staff. Over and over again, until he could see that the wolf no longer drew any breath.
A cold dark feeling took his body, and he then pleadged that because he had killed a creature, he would no longer speak unless he had to. It was because of his words, that the beast had died.
Doing what he had came to do, Thyrane picked of the fruit and returned home to Scara Brae. There he took the apple to the wizard, where he tought Thyrane a simple Hex-Spell. He made sure that the boy understood what it did, and that he knew of the risks with such a protective spell. Thyrane meerly nodded that he did understand.
It was at that moment that the wizard placed his hand upon the boy's shoulder and said, "The wood changed you. Do not live in regret. You did what you had to to survive."
From then on, Thyrane was ready to move on and leave the town of Scara Brae. For, now he had killed a creature and the wizard's words stuck to him. You did what you had to to survive. These words would become the code to which Thyrane would live his life from that moment on.
Bidding his mother and father farewell, he set off into the lands of Althanas, to see just what they had in store for him.
Name-Thyrane
Age-23
Race-Human
Gender-Male
Height-5 feet 9 inches
Weight-123 pounds
Hair Color-Black
Eye Color-Lavander
Appearance: Over all, Thyrane looks like your average young male. His body is nothing special, but it is also by no means fat or saggy. He's just a normal, no definition looking man. His face is cut perfectly, and has an extremely strong looking jaw line, thus giving him a look of a hero. His eyes are not that of any "normal" colour to wash upon a human. His eyes are that of pure Lavander, and give off a humbling look to them. His parents never gave him the truth about his eyes...they always just changed the subject when it arose. Sitting ontop of the man's head is a short set of black hair. The only interesting part of it, is how the front bangs grow at an alarming rate, and seem to hang down in front of his face in an unrulely manner, and give off an "emo" look to those who view him.
Clothing wise, Thyrane dawns nothing on his chest. He finds shirts, robes anything for that matter too confinding and he feels that he is less able to move around, and strike with his staff with clothing on his chest. Without any, he can be free to move in different directions for fighting.
On his legs are just a rather shotting looking pair of black pants. They are extremely faded from the sun always on them, and the knee's are torn from moving around so much. On his feet are just a simple pair of leather boots.
Personality:
For the most part, Thyrane is a man of few words. He finds it best to keep his words to himself, and try not to rock anyone's boat. He listens to all that have something to say, and makes a decision that is best for him. Though, he does not speak very often, it doesn't stop him from thinking sarcasticly or poorly of someone. Normally, Thyrane will do anything for anyone, given a good task, or even something horrible. He does not see the world in good and evil terms. There's just this grey area that he finds himself floating in.
Weapons:
- Yew Staff. The staff in question is five feet long and mode out of cheap yew. It's nothing special and possess no magical abilities or anything of the sort. He aquired it on a task he was sent on in his early teen's, and he had saved his life many of times, Thyrane would not be alive today if he had not had it with him.
Armor:
- None
Skills: Stone Skin. One per thread, Thyrane can simply say the words "Hard as a rock."(He most complete the words or the spell will not work) and his front torso will take on a hard rock like substains that can only have the same restaintes of rock. Meaning, if someone where to take a pick-axe to him, they would chip away at him, and when his spell was over, that mark would leave a wound, and he would be bleeding from it. Same goes for a slash with a sword. The wound depends on just how deep the cut is. The spell lasts for only three posts and as I stated before, can only be used once per thread.
History:
- Born in Scara Brae, the young Thyrane only knew of the large happy town, and loved living in such a place where wonderous things could happen. Given such a place, the boy knew nothing of the harsh realms that Althanas had to hold within itself, and the life outside of the town.
Growing up, Thyrane's parents kept a close eye on him. For he had been a great help to those around his farm growing up, but whenever they ventured into town to aquire such things as fed for the horses, shoes, and clothing, many people were always taken back by the boy's mysterious looking eyes. A pure shade of Lavander rested within them, and many people always said how the boy clearly had to be half drow.
His parents always laughed at such lies and wicked talkings. But, that didn't stop Thyrane from wondering just how his eyes were so different from everyone else. Whenever he asked his parents as the reason why, they always quickly changed the subject, never answering, or even paying attention to the boy's question.
As the time passed by, Thyrane started to grow into a man, and his once love for the small town seemed to slowly be dying. For his soul called out to travel and see the many wonders that this world had hidden away from the town of Scara Brae. Telling his parents that he wished to go out and make a life for himself, and to see what the lands had in store for him, they sout out a young wizard that they knew, his parents asked the wizard to teach the boy a spell to protect him from the dark creatures that walked the lands.
The wizard agreed on the condision that the boy do something for him. Young Thyrane had to travel to the deep forest just on the outside of town and return with a small apple. Not just any apple, a lush purple apple. Thyrane did not ask any questions about the apple. For he knew that the world of wizardry was something he would never fully understand.
So, as he left for his travels, the boy's father presented him with a fine yew staff. They could not afford any proper weapons, but Thyrane knew that it was better than nothing at all.
So, he ventured off into the wildress of the forests outside Scara Brae. It took many long nights for him to finally get to the valley where the purple apple's grew. But, as the boy came to the valley, a old hermit issued a warning to him. That if he was to take of the fruit, he would have to do so, by passing by the guardian of the fruit.
Thyrane knew that this was not going to be an easy task. So, he ventured forward to the valley, to where the apple's grew. As he finally reached the valley, he noticed that a single tree grew in the center of the valley. It had many a different fruits on it, and on the lowest branch, he saw the biggest purple apple he had ever seen.
Slowly making his way towards the apple, the young man felt as if he was being watched, and kept his staff at the ready. His whole body was ready to spring into action should an ambush come at anytime.
He was not in front of the tree, his arm was out stretched towards the apple, he could almost feel it within his fingers, as a great black beast jumped out and landed on his chest. Thyrane the and creature hit the ground, and the boy lifted the staff in front of his face, as a great face of a wolf came down upon it. The smell of blood and something else reeked off the wolf's mouth, as he shook with all his might to throw the staff away from the boy. But fear and honour kept such a tight grip on the boy that he could not let go.
The beat spoke through wood, "Let it go boy, and I promise I shall make it quick for you." The beast shook harder, this time throwing the boy and his weapon away, rolling on the ground.
Getting to his feet, Thyrane looked about himself and said to the beast. "You shall not have the taste of flesh today. There will be no bloodshed at all. Now please, I ask you, leave."
The wolf meerly laughed at the boy and jumped at him again, Thyrane quickly swung his staff, smacking down the creature to the ground. Doing the only thing fear told him to do, Thyrane quickly began to pelt the beast with his staff. Over and over again, until he could see that the wolf no longer drew any breath.
A cold dark feeling took his body, and he then pleadged that because he had killed a creature, he would no longer speak unless he had to. It was because of his words, that the beast had died.
Doing what he had came to do, Thyrane picked of the fruit and returned home to Scara Brae. There he took the apple to the wizard, where he tought Thyrane a simple Hex-Spell. He made sure that the boy understood what it did, and that he knew of the risks with such a protective spell. Thyrane meerly nodded that he did understand.
It was at that moment that the wizard placed his hand upon the boy's shoulder and said, "The wood changed you. Do not live in regret. You did what you had to to survive."
From then on, Thyrane was ready to move on and leave the town of Scara Brae. For, now he had killed a creature and the wizard's words stuck to him. You did what you had to to survive. These words would become the code to which Thyrane would live his life from that moment on.
Bidding his mother and father farewell, he set off into the lands of Althanas, to see just what they had in store for him.