Sao Ilroc
07-14-06, 12:40 AM
Cached profile is located here (with some minor changes to flesh out the character and be more specific.. would also rather start with zero gold):
Basic Information
Name: Sao "Gryphon" Ilroc
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150 lbs
Occupation: None
Personality
Gryphon is the quiet type, one who tends to steer clear of other people. Though generally honest and simple, he knows no laws except those of nature and isn't above petty theft when it's the lesser of two evils. Outwardly, the desert native is cold and impassive though former comrades know of a strong compassion hidden deep within his heart.
Description
Ilroc, often known as "Gryphon", is an olive-skinned young man of average build and height. He prefers the colors of black and crimson, most commonly seen wearing the former. He wears his weapon, a simple broadsword made of iron, in a plain leather sheath at his waist, and no heavy armor - save an unornamented breastplate, worn and cast of the same metal - graces his body.
Possessions
Ilroc owns a simple broadsword and breastplate, both made of iron. Neither one is very special or ornamental, and are pretty standard in their make. Along with his breastplate, he wears sleeves and leggings made of plain leather. These have been rubbed with charcoal and treated in charcoal-laden tanning acid to hold a deep black dye. His simple leather boots have been treated the same way. A crimson cloak, dyed with the blood of cattle, is wrapped tightly about his shoulders, and no helm protects his head.
Familiar
Grave, the dusty old horse. Has a black woven blanket for a saddle and a couple of small pouches filled with useless junk accumulated on the road.
Skills
Ilroc is no mercenary, nor even novice swordsman. Though he wears a sword at his side, he has never used it in his years of wandering, other than to cut firewood or set snares for the occasional rabbit stew. When words come to steel, he prefers to talk his way out of a fight, and would rather flee outright than engage in melee combat. He only pretends to be a swordsman.
While the hunter still lacks rudimentary combat ability, he has learned quite a bit about living in forests. His knowledge of creatures and plants has broadened, and he has gained a working knowledge of chemistry and explosives from his former partner, Rafael Lima. His memory and senses have sharpened, an extensive and detailed mental map of Concordia rapidly building in the back of his mind.
The relationship between Sao and Grave is stronger than ever. The horse can sense basic emotions emanating from its master, and vice versa. After travelling thousands of miles together, their endurance has increased twofold. The horse and rider complement each other well in almost all situations, often acting on behalf of the other in sacrifice.
Above all else, Ilroc is resourceful and patient. Given a task, he will work until he succeeds or dies.
History
Born to a poor peasant family that managed to survive on the edge of an advancing desert, Ilroc learned early on the many tricks of survival, from hunting and gathering to finding water in the hot sands. Even before the growth of his adult teeth, the youngster worked side-by-side with his father, desperating coaxing wheat and corn from the weak soil, drop of water by drop of sweat.
Time passed, and one by one, the Ilroc family began to pass away. First, his younger sister died of heat stroke. Next, his own mother perished in a sand storm, followed soon by his two brothers, both of dehydration. His father died of starvation less than a week later, all five of them within the span of three months.
Convinced of a curse, Sao left the family homestead and marched north, ever onward through the waves of heat and sand. After many long days and even longer nights, the man came to the edge of a lake, which he followed east into a vast forest.
After resting, he continued on his way into a great, unknown land.
He found Radasanth in good order, quickly making the eye of merchants as he bartered high quality pelts for food and shelter. One of these merchants offered to put the hunter in touch with a steady employer, an offer the man took up. Rafael Lima came into his life shortly thereafter, and following a raid on a caravan, the pair went on with another man to form a group that would be known as Projects, Incorporated.
The hunter's abilities were coupled well with the fiery temper of Joshua "Constant" Lune and the cold, efficient nature of Rafael "Rounder" Lima. Before long, the name "Gryphon" began to grace the lips of his comrades, while other young souls joined the trio.
After acquiring a theatre, which was promptly cleaned up and repaired, the partners of Projects, Incorporated planned an incendiary assault against the Bandit Brotherhood's retreat, so aptly dubbed "The Raider's Retreat." Their aim was to upset the greedy thieves, the glorified murderers and robbers of Concordia.
Rafael had a belief that the glorious wealth of the Bandit Brotherhood was a sign of a gluttonous, bloated guild - a thought that Sao shared. Neither one believed in wealth beyond what was necessary, or a team that was too large to efficiently communicate. Before long, their first and lonely assault was launched against the Bandit Brotherhood headquarters - the Raider's Retreat. Leaving the central gatehouse a burning shambles, the team disappeared into the shadows of Concordia.
Arguments presented themselves shortly - each senior partner of the group had different ideals, and different agendas aside from the burning desire to destroy the outlaws. While the others sought political power and technological advance, Ilroc wished only to end the tyranny and careless greed of the outlaw forces. His goal became a close relationship with nature, a return to his roots in the desert lands - and a knowledge of the forests within which he now resided. As Projects, Incorporated degenerated, the hunter found himself wandering Concordia with just his horse once again.
(edited to include the horse)
Basic Information
Name: Sao "Gryphon" Ilroc
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150 lbs
Occupation: None
Personality
Gryphon is the quiet type, one who tends to steer clear of other people. Though generally honest and simple, he knows no laws except those of nature and isn't above petty theft when it's the lesser of two evils. Outwardly, the desert native is cold and impassive though former comrades know of a strong compassion hidden deep within his heart.
Description
Ilroc, often known as "Gryphon", is an olive-skinned young man of average build and height. He prefers the colors of black and crimson, most commonly seen wearing the former. He wears his weapon, a simple broadsword made of iron, in a plain leather sheath at his waist, and no heavy armor - save an unornamented breastplate, worn and cast of the same metal - graces his body.
Possessions
Ilroc owns a simple broadsword and breastplate, both made of iron. Neither one is very special or ornamental, and are pretty standard in their make. Along with his breastplate, he wears sleeves and leggings made of plain leather. These have been rubbed with charcoal and treated in charcoal-laden tanning acid to hold a deep black dye. His simple leather boots have been treated the same way. A crimson cloak, dyed with the blood of cattle, is wrapped tightly about his shoulders, and no helm protects his head.
Familiar
Grave, the dusty old horse. Has a black woven blanket for a saddle and a couple of small pouches filled with useless junk accumulated on the road.
Skills
Ilroc is no mercenary, nor even novice swordsman. Though he wears a sword at his side, he has never used it in his years of wandering, other than to cut firewood or set snares for the occasional rabbit stew. When words come to steel, he prefers to talk his way out of a fight, and would rather flee outright than engage in melee combat. He only pretends to be a swordsman.
While the hunter still lacks rudimentary combat ability, he has learned quite a bit about living in forests. His knowledge of creatures and plants has broadened, and he has gained a working knowledge of chemistry and explosives from his former partner, Rafael Lima. His memory and senses have sharpened, an extensive and detailed mental map of Concordia rapidly building in the back of his mind.
The relationship between Sao and Grave is stronger than ever. The horse can sense basic emotions emanating from its master, and vice versa. After travelling thousands of miles together, their endurance has increased twofold. The horse and rider complement each other well in almost all situations, often acting on behalf of the other in sacrifice.
Above all else, Ilroc is resourceful and patient. Given a task, he will work until he succeeds or dies.
History
Born to a poor peasant family that managed to survive on the edge of an advancing desert, Ilroc learned early on the many tricks of survival, from hunting and gathering to finding water in the hot sands. Even before the growth of his adult teeth, the youngster worked side-by-side with his father, desperating coaxing wheat and corn from the weak soil, drop of water by drop of sweat.
Time passed, and one by one, the Ilroc family began to pass away. First, his younger sister died of heat stroke. Next, his own mother perished in a sand storm, followed soon by his two brothers, both of dehydration. His father died of starvation less than a week later, all five of them within the span of three months.
Convinced of a curse, Sao left the family homestead and marched north, ever onward through the waves of heat and sand. After many long days and even longer nights, the man came to the edge of a lake, which he followed east into a vast forest.
After resting, he continued on his way into a great, unknown land.
He found Radasanth in good order, quickly making the eye of merchants as he bartered high quality pelts for food and shelter. One of these merchants offered to put the hunter in touch with a steady employer, an offer the man took up. Rafael Lima came into his life shortly thereafter, and following a raid on a caravan, the pair went on with another man to form a group that would be known as Projects, Incorporated.
The hunter's abilities were coupled well with the fiery temper of Joshua "Constant" Lune and the cold, efficient nature of Rafael "Rounder" Lima. Before long, the name "Gryphon" began to grace the lips of his comrades, while other young souls joined the trio.
After acquiring a theatre, which was promptly cleaned up and repaired, the partners of Projects, Incorporated planned an incendiary assault against the Bandit Brotherhood's retreat, so aptly dubbed "The Raider's Retreat." Their aim was to upset the greedy thieves, the glorified murderers and robbers of Concordia.
Rafael had a belief that the glorious wealth of the Bandit Brotherhood was a sign of a gluttonous, bloated guild - a thought that Sao shared. Neither one believed in wealth beyond what was necessary, or a team that was too large to efficiently communicate. Before long, their first and lonely assault was launched against the Bandit Brotherhood headquarters - the Raider's Retreat. Leaving the central gatehouse a burning shambles, the team disappeared into the shadows of Concordia.
Arguments presented themselves shortly - each senior partner of the group had different ideals, and different agendas aside from the burning desire to destroy the outlaws. While the others sought political power and technological advance, Ilroc wished only to end the tyranny and careless greed of the outlaw forces. His goal became a close relationship with nature, a return to his roots in the desert lands - and a knowledge of the forests within which he now resided. As Projects, Incorporated degenerated, the hunter found himself wandering Concordia with just his horse once again.
(edited to include the horse)