Lighthawk76
04-13-06, 03:09 PM
Name: Blank
Age: 17..ish?
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 173 lbs.
Occupation: Wanderer
History:
Many would believe that waking up in the middle of an unknown beach, dressed in clothes that were nearly completely rotted off you body, with absolutely nothing to your name but a book which is nothing but a bunch of gibberish would be the start of a horrible day for that person.
For the boy who would come to be known as Blank, who happened to awaken in this very condition, it was not the beginning of a horrible day. Nor was it the beginning of a horrible week, or a month, or even a year. This exact event was the beginning of his, not as of yet horrible, life.
Perhaps it wasn’t the beginning of his mortal coil, but with no recollection of his past, save for blurry images of a man in a silver cloak, a dark haired beauty, and what he thinks is the bottom of the ocean, he is for all intents and purposes, a new man.
He spent a day on that beach, trying to recollect his memory, to find what his purpose was before he appeared on that beach. The gods, which he as of yet knew nothing of, did not feel it was needed to grant this request though.
This being the case, he quickly packed his meager belongings, these being one book of gibberish and what more had fallen from his already ruined clothing, and made his way along the beach hoping to find civilization. He was in luck, for only after two days of trudging along, creating new memories of sand, surf, trees, birds, and all other bits of his surroundings, he came to a small fishing village, which accepted this poor boy with open arms.
He spent a few months in the fishing village, showing off an aptitude for sailing, penmanship, and a curiosity that few children ever truly obtain. It was this curiosity that got him entangled with the likes of an old man by the name of Alan.
Alan was a perpetual traveler. It was whispered that he had seen the world three times over, and at his age it appeared quite possible. He was an exceptionally old man. Many of the children would say he was a hundred hundred’s years old, and Alan would not refute it, only saying that to grow very old, you had to stay very young, before pinching the bottom of some passing young beauty.
He was always given free food and drink at the local inn where he told his stories of the far off places in Althanas, and a clean room with a soft bed for after. Blank, as the young boy was now called in the village for lack of another name, was astounded when this man came through. He was immediately inundated with the stories and tall tales of the man, from the most pessimistic saying he was only still alive because he was spawn of a demon, to the most adventurous saying he slew three dragons in his youth and was granted a gift of life from the gods for the feat, to the most romantic saying he was given a special draught from a nymph once a year that allowed him to stay with and in love with her for all time.
Blank was set on finding out the truth of the man, so one night he snuck up to Alan’s room. The doors were never locked in the peaceful little village, so Blank simply walked in, trying, and failing, to be sneaky. He found Alan smoking a pipe, sitting on the edge of his bed, reading a book, a young girl sleeping soundly beside him, and as naked as any child newly born.
This was not the most shocking of things, but what happened next was. You see Blank soon found himself beside the pretty girl, though was sadly fully clothed with an old naked man sitting atop him, a dagger at his neck and a short sword above his heart. It had happened in a flash. Blank had been grabbed by Alan, who had somehow gained hold of a knife, and tossed onto the bed, quicker than the boy could hope to react. Less than a second later, the old man was atop the young boy, who would have felt very uncomfortable if he wasn’t already very scared, with a newly grasped short sword ready to plunge into his heart.
“State who you are, and what business you have with me.”
The young man quickly stammered out his answer, explaining everything from the beach and what had happened over the last few months purely to keep his neck closed and his heart healthily beating.
So scared was he that he didn’t notice the blades fall away, and that he was also answering many questions from the now curious Alan. The old man was exceedingly interested in his last memories, and was even more so about the book.
Leaving the young girl, sleeping tiredly after what had appeared to be a hard evening, Alan had the young Blank escort him to his own room, fully clothed now, to inspect this book further. Blank, finally over his shock, was amazed for the second time that night when Alan began flipping through the book, an excited look on his face, and apparently reading it. The look soon turned to somber curiosity as he continued on. When he got to the end, he tore out the last page and handed it to Blank absent-mindedly while flipping back to the beginning to look through the book once more.
7,
I’m dieing pretty fast. This will be short. Hopefully the bastard hasn’t made it impossible to seal in new memories.
You need to unlock the book. I don’t know how, just do it. When you’ve done that, and have your powers re-intact, you find that silver cloaked bastard, and his little bitch, and you kill the both of them.
When you’ve done that, fix what they’ve messed up. Angel’s rock is you responsibility and you have to fix whatever they did. Keep your promise.
I am dieing in the year of the great storm.
6
The letter made no sense to the young Blank, though he did know that the Great Storm had occurred six years prior, since it was common knowledge in the village, and he began asking questions of Alan after reading the confusing note over many times.
The old man simply smiled. “I’m not quite sure of all of this, but I may know something. If I am wrong however, it would be best that you didn’t hear of what it is I know, so I must leave you in the dark for now. We leave in the morning, either way. Dress and pack for long travel, and prepare for a great adventure.”
Blank was a little flustered at how this old man he had just met could know more about him than he did. Alan would talk no more of it though, and went off back to his room and his young girl, the book still in his hands, and his eyes still the slaves of the words that meant nothing to Blank.
The next morning, or mid morning really after all the good-byes and farewells and having to kindly refuse all the extra equipment being partially forced on them by the good-wife of the inn who had taken Blank in as a son, the two set off for what Alan promised would be one of the greatest adventure’s that Althanas had ever seen.
Appearance:
Blank is more often than not treated as a child when in the company of his elders. He has an extremely youthful appearance, with a soft face and small build. His hair is a deep brown, soft and whispery, normally slightly disheveled with strands of it falling into his hair.
He is commonly dressed in a worn tunic, and faded breeches, both of which are badly patched since they were done by his own hands. His feet are shoed in tough boots, and he has gained a habit of wearing a pair of fencer’s gloves, thinking them rather dashing. Alan continually reminds him that he is no fencer.
Personality:
Shy would be the first word to come to mind when seeing Blank. He doesn’t seem like a boy that would easily smile, but neither does he seem exceptionally withdrawn. He is simply shy. Talking with him though will slowly coax out a soft spoken, kind, young man. He hungers for companions, but he is unwilling to be utterly outgoing, so will for the most part wait until others make a move.
He is always exceedingly careful about how others view him. This aspect of him is his greatest failing, because more often than not, long silences will punctuate his conversations due to him trying to find just what to say that will please everyone.
Around those he is comfortable with, such as Alan, he will be very open, and some would even say a little boyish. This boyishness is actually a source of many foul looks from Alan, because it apparently helps him to get in the good favor of many women, though he doesn’t put it to much use, being as shy as he is.
Skills:
(Levels are based 1-10)
Staff fighting – LVL 2 – Alan has taken it upon himself to tutor his new travel companion in the use of the staff as a combat weapon. Sadly this skill has not been learned as fast as the teacher would like, and while Blank can go through many fancy routines, and protect himself from random bandits, he is not yet up to the average skill of a soldier.
Sailing – LVL 3 – Blank was thought to be born from the sea by those of the fishing village. He immediately took to sailing, and while by no means a true commander of the sea, he has a confidence when sailing that makes up for his lack of real knowledge. He can sail a small fishing boat well, and understands what is needed to sail a large ship, though he has seen only a few.
Sewing – LVL 2 – Blank soon learned to use a needle and thread in the village and has put these skill to good use on the road, since Alan refuses to allow the boy to buy any new clothing. At the moment he is only able to patch simple holes in clothing, but his skills with a needle have helped in giving him an eye for good tailoring.
Penmanship – LVL 3 – One of the few skills he remembered after awaking was penmanship. Blank can write fairly well, his writing seeming like a noble’s to the untrained eye. He is trying to better it by copying official documents hung around towns, and as such is also beginning to learn basic forgery. The forged documents are basically useless as of now, though they can trick someone who doesn’t know penmanship well.
Abilities:
None as of yet
Equipment:
A wooden staff made of oak. It is gently worn, but still strong enough for combat. It is the only gift he ever got from Alan, save for his remarks concerning certain women he would recommend.
A small leather bound book. It contains nothing but gibberish to Blank, though he keeps a mysterious letter folded up in the back of it. Alan appears to be able to read it, though has not yet divulged its contents to Blank.
A worn satchel which hangs from his hip by a shoulder strap, with the following contents:
Travel rations
Cloak (when not is use)
Money
Extra shirt and breeches
Sewing tools
A hunting knife
A compass
NPC:
Name: Alan
Age: 70..ish?
Race: Human
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 152 lbs.
Occupation: Wanderer
Profile:
Alan is a veritable mystery.
He is a very spry old man, who calls himself a romantic, though many women would call him a pervert as the laughingly sit in his lap. His eyes twinkle and he smile is mischievous, and he looks for the entire world to be just an old man traveling the land with his young ward.
In truth, Alan is well known among the secret circles of Althanas. He has connections almost everywhere, and is able to get almost anywhere with a few words. He keeps this knowledge away from Blank, allowing him to continue to think that he is some eccentric fool with some rich friends. He is more connected to Blank than he could ever imagine though.
Appearance:
Alan is a skinny man, with quick and extremely deft hands. His soft white hair is held back in a long loose pony tail and his face is wrinkled with age. For every sign of age he shows though, he seems to show something of youth as well. His body is well toned for his age, and many a woman has been amazed to find a willing and quite able partner under his baggy clothes and flowing cape.
Skills and Abilities:
Alan continues to pull tricks out of his hat. He has apparently done everything and mastered it. He is an expert at nearly everything he lets on to know, and is utterly knowledgeable in all subjects that come up. He is exceedingly smart in the telling of dirty jokes, and overly flattering compliments when in the presence of young women.
Alan is, though the skill is rarely used, a master of arms. Blank is already somewhat knowing of this, but does not yet pry too much. Any weapon that comes into Alan’s hands can be used with deadly skill, and he will have most veteran fighter's on the ropes.
Note: Alan is only usable in specific character events. He will be used regularly, but will more often than not be another character in the background. Only at the express permission of all those participating in certain quests will he be used as a combat/adventuring character, and then will only be there to laugh at those around him, or, if needed, play as a deus ex machina. I promise not to powergame with him.
Age: 17..ish?
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 173 lbs.
Occupation: Wanderer
History:
Many would believe that waking up in the middle of an unknown beach, dressed in clothes that were nearly completely rotted off you body, with absolutely nothing to your name but a book which is nothing but a bunch of gibberish would be the start of a horrible day for that person.
For the boy who would come to be known as Blank, who happened to awaken in this very condition, it was not the beginning of a horrible day. Nor was it the beginning of a horrible week, or a month, or even a year. This exact event was the beginning of his, not as of yet horrible, life.
Perhaps it wasn’t the beginning of his mortal coil, but with no recollection of his past, save for blurry images of a man in a silver cloak, a dark haired beauty, and what he thinks is the bottom of the ocean, he is for all intents and purposes, a new man.
He spent a day on that beach, trying to recollect his memory, to find what his purpose was before he appeared on that beach. The gods, which he as of yet knew nothing of, did not feel it was needed to grant this request though.
This being the case, he quickly packed his meager belongings, these being one book of gibberish and what more had fallen from his already ruined clothing, and made his way along the beach hoping to find civilization. He was in luck, for only after two days of trudging along, creating new memories of sand, surf, trees, birds, and all other bits of his surroundings, he came to a small fishing village, which accepted this poor boy with open arms.
He spent a few months in the fishing village, showing off an aptitude for sailing, penmanship, and a curiosity that few children ever truly obtain. It was this curiosity that got him entangled with the likes of an old man by the name of Alan.
Alan was a perpetual traveler. It was whispered that he had seen the world three times over, and at his age it appeared quite possible. He was an exceptionally old man. Many of the children would say he was a hundred hundred’s years old, and Alan would not refute it, only saying that to grow very old, you had to stay very young, before pinching the bottom of some passing young beauty.
He was always given free food and drink at the local inn where he told his stories of the far off places in Althanas, and a clean room with a soft bed for after. Blank, as the young boy was now called in the village for lack of another name, was astounded when this man came through. He was immediately inundated with the stories and tall tales of the man, from the most pessimistic saying he was only still alive because he was spawn of a demon, to the most adventurous saying he slew three dragons in his youth and was granted a gift of life from the gods for the feat, to the most romantic saying he was given a special draught from a nymph once a year that allowed him to stay with and in love with her for all time.
Blank was set on finding out the truth of the man, so one night he snuck up to Alan’s room. The doors were never locked in the peaceful little village, so Blank simply walked in, trying, and failing, to be sneaky. He found Alan smoking a pipe, sitting on the edge of his bed, reading a book, a young girl sleeping soundly beside him, and as naked as any child newly born.
This was not the most shocking of things, but what happened next was. You see Blank soon found himself beside the pretty girl, though was sadly fully clothed with an old naked man sitting atop him, a dagger at his neck and a short sword above his heart. It had happened in a flash. Blank had been grabbed by Alan, who had somehow gained hold of a knife, and tossed onto the bed, quicker than the boy could hope to react. Less than a second later, the old man was atop the young boy, who would have felt very uncomfortable if he wasn’t already very scared, with a newly grasped short sword ready to plunge into his heart.
“State who you are, and what business you have with me.”
The young man quickly stammered out his answer, explaining everything from the beach and what had happened over the last few months purely to keep his neck closed and his heart healthily beating.
So scared was he that he didn’t notice the blades fall away, and that he was also answering many questions from the now curious Alan. The old man was exceedingly interested in his last memories, and was even more so about the book.
Leaving the young girl, sleeping tiredly after what had appeared to be a hard evening, Alan had the young Blank escort him to his own room, fully clothed now, to inspect this book further. Blank, finally over his shock, was amazed for the second time that night when Alan began flipping through the book, an excited look on his face, and apparently reading it. The look soon turned to somber curiosity as he continued on. When he got to the end, he tore out the last page and handed it to Blank absent-mindedly while flipping back to the beginning to look through the book once more.
7,
I’m dieing pretty fast. This will be short. Hopefully the bastard hasn’t made it impossible to seal in new memories.
You need to unlock the book. I don’t know how, just do it. When you’ve done that, and have your powers re-intact, you find that silver cloaked bastard, and his little bitch, and you kill the both of them.
When you’ve done that, fix what they’ve messed up. Angel’s rock is you responsibility and you have to fix whatever they did. Keep your promise.
I am dieing in the year of the great storm.
6
The letter made no sense to the young Blank, though he did know that the Great Storm had occurred six years prior, since it was common knowledge in the village, and he began asking questions of Alan after reading the confusing note over many times.
The old man simply smiled. “I’m not quite sure of all of this, but I may know something. If I am wrong however, it would be best that you didn’t hear of what it is I know, so I must leave you in the dark for now. We leave in the morning, either way. Dress and pack for long travel, and prepare for a great adventure.”
Blank was a little flustered at how this old man he had just met could know more about him than he did. Alan would talk no more of it though, and went off back to his room and his young girl, the book still in his hands, and his eyes still the slaves of the words that meant nothing to Blank.
The next morning, or mid morning really after all the good-byes and farewells and having to kindly refuse all the extra equipment being partially forced on them by the good-wife of the inn who had taken Blank in as a son, the two set off for what Alan promised would be one of the greatest adventure’s that Althanas had ever seen.
Appearance:
Blank is more often than not treated as a child when in the company of his elders. He has an extremely youthful appearance, with a soft face and small build. His hair is a deep brown, soft and whispery, normally slightly disheveled with strands of it falling into his hair.
He is commonly dressed in a worn tunic, and faded breeches, both of which are badly patched since they were done by his own hands. His feet are shoed in tough boots, and he has gained a habit of wearing a pair of fencer’s gloves, thinking them rather dashing. Alan continually reminds him that he is no fencer.
Personality:
Shy would be the first word to come to mind when seeing Blank. He doesn’t seem like a boy that would easily smile, but neither does he seem exceptionally withdrawn. He is simply shy. Talking with him though will slowly coax out a soft spoken, kind, young man. He hungers for companions, but he is unwilling to be utterly outgoing, so will for the most part wait until others make a move.
He is always exceedingly careful about how others view him. This aspect of him is his greatest failing, because more often than not, long silences will punctuate his conversations due to him trying to find just what to say that will please everyone.
Around those he is comfortable with, such as Alan, he will be very open, and some would even say a little boyish. This boyishness is actually a source of many foul looks from Alan, because it apparently helps him to get in the good favor of many women, though he doesn’t put it to much use, being as shy as he is.
Skills:
(Levels are based 1-10)
Staff fighting – LVL 2 – Alan has taken it upon himself to tutor his new travel companion in the use of the staff as a combat weapon. Sadly this skill has not been learned as fast as the teacher would like, and while Blank can go through many fancy routines, and protect himself from random bandits, he is not yet up to the average skill of a soldier.
Sailing – LVL 3 – Blank was thought to be born from the sea by those of the fishing village. He immediately took to sailing, and while by no means a true commander of the sea, he has a confidence when sailing that makes up for his lack of real knowledge. He can sail a small fishing boat well, and understands what is needed to sail a large ship, though he has seen only a few.
Sewing – LVL 2 – Blank soon learned to use a needle and thread in the village and has put these skill to good use on the road, since Alan refuses to allow the boy to buy any new clothing. At the moment he is only able to patch simple holes in clothing, but his skills with a needle have helped in giving him an eye for good tailoring.
Penmanship – LVL 3 – One of the few skills he remembered after awaking was penmanship. Blank can write fairly well, his writing seeming like a noble’s to the untrained eye. He is trying to better it by copying official documents hung around towns, and as such is also beginning to learn basic forgery. The forged documents are basically useless as of now, though they can trick someone who doesn’t know penmanship well.
Abilities:
None as of yet
Equipment:
A wooden staff made of oak. It is gently worn, but still strong enough for combat. It is the only gift he ever got from Alan, save for his remarks concerning certain women he would recommend.
A small leather bound book. It contains nothing but gibberish to Blank, though he keeps a mysterious letter folded up in the back of it. Alan appears to be able to read it, though has not yet divulged its contents to Blank.
A worn satchel which hangs from his hip by a shoulder strap, with the following contents:
Travel rations
Cloak (when not is use)
Money
Extra shirt and breeches
Sewing tools
A hunting knife
A compass
NPC:
Name: Alan
Age: 70..ish?
Race: Human
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 152 lbs.
Occupation: Wanderer
Profile:
Alan is a veritable mystery.
He is a very spry old man, who calls himself a romantic, though many women would call him a pervert as the laughingly sit in his lap. His eyes twinkle and he smile is mischievous, and he looks for the entire world to be just an old man traveling the land with his young ward.
In truth, Alan is well known among the secret circles of Althanas. He has connections almost everywhere, and is able to get almost anywhere with a few words. He keeps this knowledge away from Blank, allowing him to continue to think that he is some eccentric fool with some rich friends. He is more connected to Blank than he could ever imagine though.
Appearance:
Alan is a skinny man, with quick and extremely deft hands. His soft white hair is held back in a long loose pony tail and his face is wrinkled with age. For every sign of age he shows though, he seems to show something of youth as well. His body is well toned for his age, and many a woman has been amazed to find a willing and quite able partner under his baggy clothes and flowing cape.
Skills and Abilities:
Alan continues to pull tricks out of his hat. He has apparently done everything and mastered it. He is an expert at nearly everything he lets on to know, and is utterly knowledgeable in all subjects that come up. He is exceedingly smart in the telling of dirty jokes, and overly flattering compliments when in the presence of young women.
Alan is, though the skill is rarely used, a master of arms. Blank is already somewhat knowing of this, but does not yet pry too much. Any weapon that comes into Alan’s hands can be used with deadly skill, and he will have most veteran fighter's on the ropes.
Note: Alan is only usable in specific character events. He will be used regularly, but will more often than not be another character in the background. Only at the express permission of all those participating in certain quests will he be used as a combat/adventuring character, and then will only be there to laugh at those around him, or, if needed, play as a deus ex machina. I promise not to powergame with him.