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08-24-06, 07:10 PM
Name: Grizva Fallen
Age: 150
Race: Centaur (don't know if that's ok with you)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 2.5 meters
Weight: 2.8 meters
Occupation: Adventurer
Language: Elvish
Location: Forests of Raiaera
Appearance: pretty much like this, but with a clearer kind of brown.
(pls check this page) realms.reichel.net/images/races/centaur.gif
Skills: Accurate with bow and any other ranged object. Can hear and see from farther and more clearly than a normal human.
Equipment: Longbow, pack of 25 arrows. Short steel sword.
(i don't know if you need it to be colored speech. personally, i think it's easier to read that way.)
History:
It was a rainy day a Grizva was tired of his life. He remembered the days he played in the forest, the days he still had friends, the days before it happened. He sat near a tree (in the only position possible for a centaur. With the posterior legs curved and the anterior ones straight, his tail touching the ground) and began to medidate. Like all centaurs, Grizva had ediatic memory (photographic memory) wich allowed him to relive events with such detail as if he was there that instant.
The sky was clear, no clouds could be seen and the sun was shining as if it was reborn. Young Grizva, with only 50 years old, was training his ranged abilities with his friends.
"Come on Grizva! Shoot it like you mean it!" Gult, the oldest of the three, was the one with the better aiming.
"Stop it Gult! You're distracting him. Let him do as he pleases..." it was Garron, the youngest of them, altough not the stupid one neither the weak one (as we see in so many movies).
The arrow swinged out of the bow and went directly to the target, a wooden bar with dots all over hit.
"See? I told you my aiming was fine."
However, instead of hitting the inteded target, it deviated to the right and landed point first into the head of a passing by rabbit.
"No! Grizva, what have you done?" Garron was terrified by the event.
"The wrath of the Gods will strike upon us!" Gult was as worried as Garron but he was the only one to make a decision. Without anyone seeing him, he grabbed his bow and two of his arrows.
"I'm sorry Grizva. This is the only way..." He pulled back the arrows and shot. The two arrows went straight for the intended targets: the first one landed on Grizva's forehead, the second one in his chest (the only way to knock out a centaur without harming him). Gult and Garrow then watched Grizva falling first to his knees and then completely lying down. THey picked Grizva up, and took him to a river. They washed their friend several times with the river's water and then went away, back home, leaving Grizva there knocked out.
The next morning, when Grizva woke up he went in search of his friends and family but it was no use, they were gone. The only one left was him, alongside with his punishment for killing one of The Gods' most beloved creatures, the rabbit.
Age: 150
Race: Centaur (don't know if that's ok with you)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 2.5 meters
Weight: 2.8 meters
Occupation: Adventurer
Language: Elvish
Location: Forests of Raiaera
Appearance: pretty much like this, but with a clearer kind of brown.
(pls check this page) realms.reichel.net/images/races/centaur.gif
Skills: Accurate with bow and any other ranged object. Can hear and see from farther and more clearly than a normal human.
Equipment: Longbow, pack of 25 arrows. Short steel sword.
(i don't know if you need it to be colored speech. personally, i think it's easier to read that way.)
History:
It was a rainy day a Grizva was tired of his life. He remembered the days he played in the forest, the days he still had friends, the days before it happened. He sat near a tree (in the only position possible for a centaur. With the posterior legs curved and the anterior ones straight, his tail touching the ground) and began to medidate. Like all centaurs, Grizva had ediatic memory (photographic memory) wich allowed him to relive events with such detail as if he was there that instant.
The sky was clear, no clouds could be seen and the sun was shining as if it was reborn. Young Grizva, with only 50 years old, was training his ranged abilities with his friends.
"Come on Grizva! Shoot it like you mean it!" Gult, the oldest of the three, was the one with the better aiming.
"Stop it Gult! You're distracting him. Let him do as he pleases..." it was Garron, the youngest of them, altough not the stupid one neither the weak one (as we see in so many movies).
The arrow swinged out of the bow and went directly to the target, a wooden bar with dots all over hit.
"See? I told you my aiming was fine."
However, instead of hitting the inteded target, it deviated to the right and landed point first into the head of a passing by rabbit.
"No! Grizva, what have you done?" Garron was terrified by the event.
"The wrath of the Gods will strike upon us!" Gult was as worried as Garron but he was the only one to make a decision. Without anyone seeing him, he grabbed his bow and two of his arrows.
"I'm sorry Grizva. This is the only way..." He pulled back the arrows and shot. The two arrows went straight for the intended targets: the first one landed on Grizva's forehead, the second one in his chest (the only way to knock out a centaur without harming him). Gult and Garrow then watched Grizva falling first to his knees and then completely lying down. THey picked Grizva up, and took him to a river. They washed their friend several times with the river's water and then went away, back home, leaving Grizva there knocked out.
The next morning, when Grizva woke up he went in search of his friends and family but it was no use, they were gone. The only one left was him, alongside with his punishment for killing one of The Gods' most beloved creatures, the rabbit.