Aramat Drake
11-14-06, 12:43 PM
Name: Aramat Drake
Age: 35
Race: Human
Place of Origin: The Glade
Weapon: Katana (Carbon Steel)
Location: Lands of ice and snow.
Armor: Regular Cloathing
Weapon Skill: Above Average
Background:
Aramat grew up in a small village called only by "The Glade" unknown to him that the happiness that surrounded his life was rapped in a dark secret that would soon take everything he loved so dear. One late summers night Aramat was out for a walk in the pale moonlit forest near the village, when he came across a wounded soldier. The soldier did not speak but a word, when an arrow peirced his chest plate, and lost him from the world. Aramat jumped to his feet in time to avoid another arrow meant for him. Sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard in the forest, and small glints of metal could be seen. This was rarely seen or heard of in this part of the world, the most the village seen of the war was a lost soul wandering about the vast wastes.
Aramat knew this would spell trouble for the village, and made haste back to his home to wake his father. After his father had awakened Aramat told him of the soldiers in the wood and said that he would estimate about five minutes worth of time before they arrived.
"Are they friend or foe?" His father asked. They did not look friendly, Aramat thought to himself, they did shoot at me. After a minute or so of thought, Aramats father sounded the village alarm, Five minutes after that the village lay in ruins, and the only survivors were a young woman and Aramat.
Eversince that day Aramat travels the world to better himself for the day he could get his revenge.
Magicks:
Minor Healing Lv.1 Can only be used when death in imminent. Enough to keep alive to fight another day. Only can be used once per day, very draining on the soul.
Skills:
Scout Can detect faint presence of persons for 1/2 mile
radius.
Sword Mastery: Above Average
Age: 35
Race: Human
Place of Origin: The Glade
Weapon: Katana (Carbon Steel)
Location: Lands of ice and snow.
Armor: Regular Cloathing
Weapon Skill: Above Average
Background:
Aramat grew up in a small village called only by "The Glade" unknown to him that the happiness that surrounded his life was rapped in a dark secret that would soon take everything he loved so dear. One late summers night Aramat was out for a walk in the pale moonlit forest near the village, when he came across a wounded soldier. The soldier did not speak but a word, when an arrow peirced his chest plate, and lost him from the world. Aramat jumped to his feet in time to avoid another arrow meant for him. Sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard in the forest, and small glints of metal could be seen. This was rarely seen or heard of in this part of the world, the most the village seen of the war was a lost soul wandering about the vast wastes.
Aramat knew this would spell trouble for the village, and made haste back to his home to wake his father. After his father had awakened Aramat told him of the soldiers in the wood and said that he would estimate about five minutes worth of time before they arrived.
"Are they friend or foe?" His father asked. They did not look friendly, Aramat thought to himself, they did shoot at me. After a minute or so of thought, Aramats father sounded the village alarm, Five minutes after that the village lay in ruins, and the only survivors were a young woman and Aramat.
Eversince that day Aramat travels the world to better himself for the day he could get his revenge.
Magicks:
Minor Healing Lv.1 Can only be used when death in imminent. Enough to keep alive to fight another day. Only can be used once per day, very draining on the soul.
Skills:
Scout Can detect faint presence of persons for 1/2 mile
radius.
Sword Mastery: Above Average