Not A Hero
12-04-06, 08:37 PM
I've got no place to go
I've got nowhere to run
They want to watch me fall
They think they know it all
I'm a Nightmare
A Disaster
That's what they always say
I'm a Lost Cause
Not A Hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've gotta prove them wrong
It's Me against the World
Vitals
Name: Tristan Memeral
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Hair: Short, Black, Unkempt
Eyes: Blue
Skin Color: Lightly tanned
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 184 lbs
Occupation: Disaster
Appearance
Tristan is just over average height, standing at 5 foot and 11 inches tall. He is fairly well muscled, but rather athletic and lithe as well. He has short, unkempt black hair and bright blue eyes set into a lightly tanned face. He is handsome, as his father before him, though not anything that girls would spend hours drooling over. His swords hang from quick release clips at his waist - easier to draw from than a scabbard - and most of his body is covered in studded leather, with a few iron plates at likely strike zones.
Personality
Tristan is a very angry young man. One only has to spend more than 15 minutes with him to see this. He is easily set off, though his anger very rarely leads to violence. He's also very sad. Though this he buries quite a bit better than his anger. When one looks deep enough into his eyes one would see a fire that has been burning for years... and only gets hotter with each passing day.
History
Tristan spent most of his life knowing his father only through the stories that were told to him. A great hero his father was, to their village at least. Any time something threatened the village his father was at the forefront, whether it be slaying goblins or throwing sandbags to build a levee when the river rose too high and looked to flood the village. Everyone in the village sang the praises of Isran Memeral.
It was a dark day that took their savior from them. Tristan was but a child when the raiders came, setting a blaze to everything they could reach with their torches. Isran rallied the villagers and stood against them, driving them from their home. But not without recieving the wounds that would prove to be his end. Placing his swords into his best friend's keeping until such day that his son could take them up, he called for his family. Bleeding and in pain beyond what any mortal should be able to withstand, Isran Memeral died with his wife and child at his side.
6 years later, Brandt, Isran's friend, came to Tristan the day after his 10th birthday. It was time to begin his training. After the years of having his head filled with the stories of his father, Tristan was more than a little scared to try and step into the shoes of such a hero. But he was also eager to prove himself every bit as much a man as his father had been. The training started well, and continued on for a few years, though it disturbed Brandt to see the boy rage like a minotaur every time he slipped up even the slightest. Anger could be a tool in fighting, but it had to be controlled and focused. They boy just let it flow like a river.. and that could be very dangerous. Nonetheless, the training continued and Tristan slowly showed the signs of becoming the man his father had been.
His test would come when he was 13. Of course he wasn't expected to lead the charge against the small group of goblins that was terrorizing the valley the village was nestled in. But to be a part of it was necessary. Unfortunately, when battle was joined a lucky club strike caught him at the base of the skull and he knew nothing until he awoke at home in his bed.
The people of the village never looked at him the same way again. He was a failure. And the other boys his age were relentless with the taunts. It nearly broke Tristan... but instead, his rage fought through it. He became even more determined to become a hero.
It would seem however that bad luck would plauge him until the day he met his end. Time after time something would happen that would make him look like a fool - whether his sword flying from his hand on the swing or being buried in mud up to his waist and having to be rescued while trying to build a levee. Nothing could go right for Tristan. Eventually the village saw him as nothing more than a detriment. A lost cause. Most definitely not a hero. And they made a point of letting him know it.
Finally, Tristan could take no more and under the cover of night he left his home. Somehow, someway, he would prove that he was his father's son. He would become a hero and then come back to his village and show them. He would show them all.
Skills, Talents, and Proficiencies
Class
Swordmanship - Level 1 of 5 (Basic Training) - Determines the capability of use of bladed weapons.
Dual Wielding - Level 1 of 5 (Basic Training) - Allows the usage of two one handed weapons and determines the capability of doing so.
Toughness - Level 1 of 10 (Basic Ability) - Makes one able to take more damage and pain before passing out or dying. At current level, 1.2 x tougher than average human.
Equipment
Weapons
The Rottenhammen - A simple steel bastard sword owned previously by both Tristan's father and grandfather. There may be some secret power hidden within, but Tristan has yet to discover such.
The Breaker - A stubby, wide blade of steel with deep serrations on the back side previously owned by both Tristan's father and grandfather. There may be some secret power hidden within, but Tristan has yet to discover such.
Armor
Studded Leather /w Iron Plates - A simple suit of iron studded leather. Iron plates on shoulders, knees, and forearms.
I've got nowhere to run
They want to watch me fall
They think they know it all
I'm a Nightmare
A Disaster
That's what they always say
I'm a Lost Cause
Not A Hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've gotta prove them wrong
It's Me against the World
Vitals
Name: Tristan Memeral
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Hair: Short, Black, Unkempt
Eyes: Blue
Skin Color: Lightly tanned
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 184 lbs
Occupation: Disaster
Appearance
Tristan is just over average height, standing at 5 foot and 11 inches tall. He is fairly well muscled, but rather athletic and lithe as well. He has short, unkempt black hair and bright blue eyes set into a lightly tanned face. He is handsome, as his father before him, though not anything that girls would spend hours drooling over. His swords hang from quick release clips at his waist - easier to draw from than a scabbard - and most of his body is covered in studded leather, with a few iron plates at likely strike zones.
Personality
Tristan is a very angry young man. One only has to spend more than 15 minutes with him to see this. He is easily set off, though his anger very rarely leads to violence. He's also very sad. Though this he buries quite a bit better than his anger. When one looks deep enough into his eyes one would see a fire that has been burning for years... and only gets hotter with each passing day.
History
Tristan spent most of his life knowing his father only through the stories that were told to him. A great hero his father was, to their village at least. Any time something threatened the village his father was at the forefront, whether it be slaying goblins or throwing sandbags to build a levee when the river rose too high and looked to flood the village. Everyone in the village sang the praises of Isran Memeral.
It was a dark day that took their savior from them. Tristan was but a child when the raiders came, setting a blaze to everything they could reach with their torches. Isran rallied the villagers and stood against them, driving them from their home. But not without recieving the wounds that would prove to be his end. Placing his swords into his best friend's keeping until such day that his son could take them up, he called for his family. Bleeding and in pain beyond what any mortal should be able to withstand, Isran Memeral died with his wife and child at his side.
6 years later, Brandt, Isran's friend, came to Tristan the day after his 10th birthday. It was time to begin his training. After the years of having his head filled with the stories of his father, Tristan was more than a little scared to try and step into the shoes of such a hero. But he was also eager to prove himself every bit as much a man as his father had been. The training started well, and continued on for a few years, though it disturbed Brandt to see the boy rage like a minotaur every time he slipped up even the slightest. Anger could be a tool in fighting, but it had to be controlled and focused. They boy just let it flow like a river.. and that could be very dangerous. Nonetheless, the training continued and Tristan slowly showed the signs of becoming the man his father had been.
His test would come when he was 13. Of course he wasn't expected to lead the charge against the small group of goblins that was terrorizing the valley the village was nestled in. But to be a part of it was necessary. Unfortunately, when battle was joined a lucky club strike caught him at the base of the skull and he knew nothing until he awoke at home in his bed.
The people of the village never looked at him the same way again. He was a failure. And the other boys his age were relentless with the taunts. It nearly broke Tristan... but instead, his rage fought through it. He became even more determined to become a hero.
It would seem however that bad luck would plauge him until the day he met his end. Time after time something would happen that would make him look like a fool - whether his sword flying from his hand on the swing or being buried in mud up to his waist and having to be rescued while trying to build a levee. Nothing could go right for Tristan. Eventually the village saw him as nothing more than a detriment. A lost cause. Most definitely not a hero. And they made a point of letting him know it.
Finally, Tristan could take no more and under the cover of night he left his home. Somehow, someway, he would prove that he was his father's son. He would become a hero and then come back to his village and show them. He would show them all.
Skills, Talents, and Proficiencies
Class
Swordmanship - Level 1 of 5 (Basic Training) - Determines the capability of use of bladed weapons.
Dual Wielding - Level 1 of 5 (Basic Training) - Allows the usage of two one handed weapons and determines the capability of doing so.
Toughness - Level 1 of 10 (Basic Ability) - Makes one able to take more damage and pain before passing out or dying. At current level, 1.2 x tougher than average human.
Equipment
Weapons
The Rottenhammen - A simple steel bastard sword owned previously by both Tristan's father and grandfather. There may be some secret power hidden within, but Tristan has yet to discover such.
The Breaker - A stubby, wide blade of steel with deep serrations on the back side previously owned by both Tristan's father and grandfather. There may be some secret power hidden within, but Tristan has yet to discover such.
Armor
Studded Leather /w Iron Plates - A simple suit of iron studded leather. Iron plates on shoulders, knees, and forearms.