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01-02-07, 01:16 PM
Name: Drenn J’hald
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light Blue
Height: 5’10"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Occupation: “Fool!”
Status: Single
Personality: In the conveyance of a resentful and deeply bothered man, Drenn may prove uncaring and cruel in any first impression one may encounter. Using his troubled emotions as a social defence, others who are able to seek past this bitter shell know that Drenn is not unlike any other young man – misunderstood, lonely, indecisive and sexually aware but without care to the restrictions placed upon his amusement. To share a particular interest, is to make an acquaintance (in his own words), but true friendship isn’t far off; even if Drenn wouldn’t ever admit it.
Appearance: Raised from boy to man in the desert lands of Fallien, Drenn retains the characteristics of his people: bronzed skin from years beneath a brazen sun, gritty onyx shag about his face, and a rare feature of arctic blue irises. Strong features accompany the common shadow on his face, giving off a rougher jaw line and a darker brooding appearance. Still, though he lives off the material misfortune of others, Drenn remains the epitome of perfect human health and musculature. Some say cryptic, others say cute.
He prefers the latter.
History:
Upon an average settlement on an average night, an average woman gave birth to an average but healthy baby boy to the great pleasure of an average man, husband, and now father. As the years wore on, this boy grew steadily with the love of his parents and enjoyed various attempts at helping with their work. As horse breeders went, Drenn’s parents were average citizens making decent gold that would more than sustain their lives.
Rejar, his father, was a kind man with a peaceful quality about him. He would not shout at his son for wrongdoings, though was as fair in punishment as he was in reward. It took several years for Drenn to realize this, but in the tender age of seven, he could begin to understand his father’s perspective in his respect for the passing of Jya. Less could be said of his mother, a strong figure in the household as was with every other family within Fallien, but it was her distant attitude and emotionless being that he grew to resent. Only the subtle seed of utter hatred and cruel bitterness, she never fully deserved it, though it was planted in fertile soil for the becoming years of Drenn’s life…
Though his attempts at furthering his masculinity failed, the militia was a calling Drenn looked to, and he welcomed the soldiers who took him as they arrived at his door. Of course his father was proud, as was his mother, but only the former could ever understand the reasoning his son maintained.
As the boy welcomed his training, so he excelled at it; Drenn always forced himself further when others would falter and fail. It was in this ability and mindset that he began brought about other friends much like him, those eager to learn and to do. Through combat training and conditioning these newfound friends attained levels of progress together that baffled their trainers. Jerrad, Barr, Hunter, even Shortie were among those individuals that Drenn would never be able to forget. Each looked to the dark pigment of a traditional tattoo, the one that had been embedded in their forearms for the past year, and said little as they knew the final graduating ceremonies were starting in only several minutes.
Years passed, and the argument that caused Drenn to leave shortly after he arrived home was now mostly forgotten, only the spiteful emotions of the past event still alive within his churning soul. Turned to living off his ability, the young man takes to each opportunity for survival, now comfortable within the lonely deserts and busy streets as if they were his own.
Skills:
Physically Fit – Strength, speed, and endurance that reflect a military man and still surpasses it so by an uncountable degree. Drenn is conditioned to endure and so he does, only as a man and a half would. A basis of power to rely on, the reality is that this physical ability is essential, a crutch to bear when he has no true weapons of his own.
Sevallehai – A foreign practice at best, this principal and basic form had been taught crudely by foreign soldiers to those who excelled in regular close combat. Essentially, it involves the utilization of lower body martial arts in confidence with the speed and agility of the specific user. Drenn specifically is only slightly above the average Sevalle user, and lacks the refined movement and form necessary to excel further.
Parkour – Parkour is a physical discipline of Coronian origin inspired by natural human movement. It focuses on uninterrupted, efficient forward motion over, under, around and through obstacles in one’s environment. Such movement may come in the form of running, jumping, climbing and more complex techniques. Drenn utilizes this practice as a lifestyle, finding it necessary to escape if the situation demands. Thus, his awe inspiring movements are to be marvelled at in their control and fluidity.
Equipment:
Desert Robes
Desert Cloak
Crimson Silk Sash
Leather Strapping
Steel Modified Hardened Leather Boots
Steel Modified Hold-Out Leather Gloves
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light Blue
Height: 5’10"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Occupation: “Fool!”
Status: Single
Personality: In the conveyance of a resentful and deeply bothered man, Drenn may prove uncaring and cruel in any first impression one may encounter. Using his troubled emotions as a social defence, others who are able to seek past this bitter shell know that Drenn is not unlike any other young man – misunderstood, lonely, indecisive and sexually aware but without care to the restrictions placed upon his amusement. To share a particular interest, is to make an acquaintance (in his own words), but true friendship isn’t far off; even if Drenn wouldn’t ever admit it.
Appearance: Raised from boy to man in the desert lands of Fallien, Drenn retains the characteristics of his people: bronzed skin from years beneath a brazen sun, gritty onyx shag about his face, and a rare feature of arctic blue irises. Strong features accompany the common shadow on his face, giving off a rougher jaw line and a darker brooding appearance. Still, though he lives off the material misfortune of others, Drenn remains the epitome of perfect human health and musculature. Some say cryptic, others say cute.
He prefers the latter.
History:
Upon an average settlement on an average night, an average woman gave birth to an average but healthy baby boy to the great pleasure of an average man, husband, and now father. As the years wore on, this boy grew steadily with the love of his parents and enjoyed various attempts at helping with their work. As horse breeders went, Drenn’s parents were average citizens making decent gold that would more than sustain their lives.
Rejar, his father, was a kind man with a peaceful quality about him. He would not shout at his son for wrongdoings, though was as fair in punishment as he was in reward. It took several years for Drenn to realize this, but in the tender age of seven, he could begin to understand his father’s perspective in his respect for the passing of Jya. Less could be said of his mother, a strong figure in the household as was with every other family within Fallien, but it was her distant attitude and emotionless being that he grew to resent. Only the subtle seed of utter hatred and cruel bitterness, she never fully deserved it, though it was planted in fertile soil for the becoming years of Drenn’s life…
Though his attempts at furthering his masculinity failed, the militia was a calling Drenn looked to, and he welcomed the soldiers who took him as they arrived at his door. Of course his father was proud, as was his mother, but only the former could ever understand the reasoning his son maintained.
As the boy welcomed his training, so he excelled at it; Drenn always forced himself further when others would falter and fail. It was in this ability and mindset that he began brought about other friends much like him, those eager to learn and to do. Through combat training and conditioning these newfound friends attained levels of progress together that baffled their trainers. Jerrad, Barr, Hunter, even Shortie were among those individuals that Drenn would never be able to forget. Each looked to the dark pigment of a traditional tattoo, the one that had been embedded in their forearms for the past year, and said little as they knew the final graduating ceremonies were starting in only several minutes.
Years passed, and the argument that caused Drenn to leave shortly after he arrived home was now mostly forgotten, only the spiteful emotions of the past event still alive within his churning soul. Turned to living off his ability, the young man takes to each opportunity for survival, now comfortable within the lonely deserts and busy streets as if they were his own.
Skills:
Physically Fit – Strength, speed, and endurance that reflect a military man and still surpasses it so by an uncountable degree. Drenn is conditioned to endure and so he does, only as a man and a half would. A basis of power to rely on, the reality is that this physical ability is essential, a crutch to bear when he has no true weapons of his own.
Sevallehai – A foreign practice at best, this principal and basic form had been taught crudely by foreign soldiers to those who excelled in regular close combat. Essentially, it involves the utilization of lower body martial arts in confidence with the speed and agility of the specific user. Drenn specifically is only slightly above the average Sevalle user, and lacks the refined movement and form necessary to excel further.
Parkour – Parkour is a physical discipline of Coronian origin inspired by natural human movement. It focuses on uninterrupted, efficient forward motion over, under, around and through obstacles in one’s environment. Such movement may come in the form of running, jumping, climbing and more complex techniques. Drenn utilizes this practice as a lifestyle, finding it necessary to escape if the situation demands. Thus, his awe inspiring movements are to be marvelled at in their control and fluidity.
Equipment:
Desert Robes
Desert Cloak
Crimson Silk Sash
Leather Strapping
Steel Modified Hardened Leather Boots
Steel Modified Hold-Out Leather Gloves