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06-28-07, 04:24 PM
Name: Jaskol Tebdan [picture link (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v600/lord-troja/7eeac517.jpg)]
Age: 26
Race: Human
Hair Color: White/purple mix
Eye Color: blue
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 183 fully clothed and armored
Occupation: Sword for hire
Personality: Jaskol has an extremely uncommon kind streak. He is a hardened warrior through and through, but believes that the battle should be left on the battle field. It has been said that his kind streak has been known to creep out even in the midst of battle where he would normally be a cold heartless fighter. That and Jaskol has a soft spot for the ladies.
Appearance: At first glance Jaskol would appear as just another cold, uncaring warrior looking for work to put food in his stomach and clothes on his back. He would seem to be one of those guy’s you find sitting in the back corner of a bar with the hood pulled over their face trying to be inconspicuous when they are the ones that stand out most in the tavern. Despite the cold look he might have on his face, and the tattered cloak that should have been thrown out four battles ago, Jaskol is nothing more than a fun guy with a few trinkets from his line of work that he likes to show off. If you say hi to him he’ll look at you with a smile and say hi right back. He might even offer to share some stories with you. Don’t let his armored boots, shoulder guards and knee high shin guards fool you. If you’re looking to have some fun then Jaskol is the guy to be with.
History:
The Story of Jaskol Tedban
Interview performed by: Sam Debes of the Associated Role Players Press
As I sit in my room patiently waiting for divine intervention as to how to write the history for such an amazing character, divinity answers me with a blow to the head from my little brother with a baseball bat. That is not what my imagination had just perceived though.
So there I was sitting at my computer desk thinking of how to write this awesome history for an awesome character when out of no where Jaskol appears in my lazyboy recliner, which is conveniently placed next to the computer desk. Instead of freaking out like a little sissy girl, I kept my cool and acted professionally. How better to write a history for my new character than to ask him! I exclaimed to myself. Jaskol looked somewhat confused, but I turned to him in swivel desk chair with my wireless keyboard in my lap with a small grin on my face.
“Good evening Jaskol and thank you for setting aside time to come here tonight.”
I offered the surly looking warrior my hand and he reluctantly took it with a firm grasp.
“I’m sorry, but who are you…and where am I…I was just about to buy this fine looking lady a drink.”
“Well think of me as your creator Jaskol…because I am, you can call me Sam though. Where you are is of no importance, but where you should be, which is in my head, is of great importance to you. As for your lady friend…she’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”
“Ok Sam…what is that thing in your lap which allows you to record every word I say onto that bright piece of parchment?”
“Well Jaskol this is a keyboard…” I held it up so that he could inspect it to make sure it wasn’t a weapon. “And that bright piece of parchment is a computer monitor.”
“What the blazes is a…”
“Jaskol I’m afraid we don’t have time for questions like that. There are many things I must ask you before you must return.”
“Ok…but I’m still a little confused…”
“Just think of this as someone writing a book on your life story…which is almost exactly what I’m doing.”
At the mention of a book being written about him, Jaskol’s face lit up like a child at Christmas and his signature smile creased his face. I stretched my arms and cracked my knuckles before I asked the first question. I had a feeling that this was going to be very interesting.
“So, Jaskol; first off I would like to know about your parents. It takes two to make child and I’m almost certain that you had two wonderful parents no?”
“Yes my mother and father are wonderful people…”
“So they are still alive?”
“Oh yes very much so. I go home to see them at least seven or eight times a month. I wish it could be more, but with work becoming so much more demanding, my time is limited.”
“Well go ahead and start off with you dad. Was he a big strapping man? A caring politician? A genius inventor?”
“Oh no nothing like that. My dad was simple farmer. Yes he was quite a strong man in his youth, but he didn’t go off to fight in wars, he didn’t make deals with evil, corrupt nations to save millions of people, he didn’t invent a machine that could turn a peeled orange into a year’s supply of food either. He grew crops to sell in the local market. He made good money off of it too because there was never something that I needed that I didn’t get. I got a good education, plenty of healthy food, with an occasional bit of sweets mind you, plus he taught me some of the most important lessons in life. Like how it’s easier to smile than frown, those kinds of things.”
“So your father was a bit of a philosopher then?”
“Eh not too much…unless you count all the times that he and his friends went to the pub and solved the worlds problems over a few pints of ale. My dad is a good man. He goes out of his way to feed the poor, he try’s to offer them somewhere warm to stay on cold nights and makes sure there’s always a little something extra in the pot for those who don’t have anything at all.”
“Is your father a religious man Jaskol?”
“You can say that. He taught me about the different god’s and deities. He was always telling me which ones to look out for and that if I’m ever in a bit of trouble it doesn’t hurt to pray for forgiveness because you never know when a god is looking over your shoulder.”
“I see…so what about your mother?”
“Oh mom…she’s beautiful. I don’t understand how she could have married dad.”
“Love does strange things to people.”
“You can say that again. I mean, mom came from an extremely wealthy family and had men ten times as rich as her offering to marry her. She could have had anything in the world!, but she chose to stay with dad. I’m actually glad she did because I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t. To tell you the truth she reminds me a lot of dad. Kind hearted, always looking out for others, a religious person just like dad. She was about his height too, both just around 5’ 10”. From what dad used to tell me mom was smoking hot and one of the sweetest people you could ever meet.”
“Ok…so tell me about yourself Jaskol.”
“Well what is it you want to know? I’m twenty six, have great parents, I’m a skilled swordsman, and I’m single ladies.”
“Hahaha, ok, ok Jaskol I think you’ve gotten that point across. So tell me about some of the things that have made you…you.”
“Well…I got hauled off into a sort of militia when I was young. My father got passed up because he had the farm, but I was a perfect candidate to be taken off and trained to be a guard. The city started pulling people from their homes to put out on guard duty on the borders. Something about increased bandit attacks and a lack of defenders.”
“I see…so were you trained well or were just shown how to hold a sword and thrown out on watch?”
“Oh no my training was good. I was recruited at sixteen, but wasn’t put out on the front lines till I was nineteen. Since then though, every bit of that training and more has been pushed to its limits. Thankfully the bandit raids all, but ceased two years ago and I was released to go back home. I figured that since I wasn’t a city dog anymore I could take my skills and make some money to bring home elsewhere. I try to take jobs close to home and I like to keep them simple too. Simple caravan guard duty or government official protection. I think the longest I was ever gone from home was two weeks. It was a fun trip, pretty uneventful thankfully, but I didn’t really like not being able to check on my parents. They took good care of me and I don’t want to let anything happen to two good people.”
“That’s a very admirable trait Jaskol. I’m sure your parents are very proud of you.”
“Yeah they are. They tell me all the time.”
“So what about magic…do you use it, hate it, love it, can’t use it to save your life?”
“I never really gave magic any thought. It would be nice to learn some healing stuff down the road, but right now I’m 100% fighter. Besides I’d rather them do all that fancy hand movement casting stuff while I watched their back. I’ve come to notice that people usually try to take out the mages first…So, can I go home now?
“Yeah sorry Jaskol I don’t know how that works…”
Jaskol sighed and walked out the door of my room clanking down the hallway. My dog began to bark uncontrollably and my mother dropped something very heavy. I could hear Jaskol trying to apologize and explain that he was one of my friends, but my mother was screaming at the top of her lungs. I ran into the kitchen to see if I could calm things down, but then I woke up lying on the floor with an ice pack on my head and cat face mere inches from my own. My mother asked if I was ok and after reassuring her that I didn’t need to go to the hospital I sat in front of my computer and began to type this interview.
Skills:
Swordsmanship: Even though Jaskol has had quite a bit of experience on the battlefield his over all skills with the sword are still lacking. Jaskol has a moderate grasp on how to attack, defend and counter attack with his sword.
Dodge: Jaskol is able to dodge some attacks, but he is not able to repeatedly evade an opponents attacks.
Endurance: Jaskol’s endurance is slightly higher than a normal person, allowing him to continue a battle a little while longer than a normal soldier.
Equipment:
Basic long sword
Shoulder guards
Armored boots
Knee high shin guards
Tattered and torn travelers cloak
Credit for the picture goes to whoever posted it on photobucket. There was no name attached to the picture.
Age: 26
Race: Human
Hair Color: White/purple mix
Eye Color: blue
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 183 fully clothed and armored
Occupation: Sword for hire
Personality: Jaskol has an extremely uncommon kind streak. He is a hardened warrior through and through, but believes that the battle should be left on the battle field. It has been said that his kind streak has been known to creep out even in the midst of battle where he would normally be a cold heartless fighter. That and Jaskol has a soft spot for the ladies.
Appearance: At first glance Jaskol would appear as just another cold, uncaring warrior looking for work to put food in his stomach and clothes on his back. He would seem to be one of those guy’s you find sitting in the back corner of a bar with the hood pulled over their face trying to be inconspicuous when they are the ones that stand out most in the tavern. Despite the cold look he might have on his face, and the tattered cloak that should have been thrown out four battles ago, Jaskol is nothing more than a fun guy with a few trinkets from his line of work that he likes to show off. If you say hi to him he’ll look at you with a smile and say hi right back. He might even offer to share some stories with you. Don’t let his armored boots, shoulder guards and knee high shin guards fool you. If you’re looking to have some fun then Jaskol is the guy to be with.
History:
The Story of Jaskol Tedban
Interview performed by: Sam Debes of the Associated Role Players Press
As I sit in my room patiently waiting for divine intervention as to how to write the history for such an amazing character, divinity answers me with a blow to the head from my little brother with a baseball bat. That is not what my imagination had just perceived though.
So there I was sitting at my computer desk thinking of how to write this awesome history for an awesome character when out of no where Jaskol appears in my lazyboy recliner, which is conveniently placed next to the computer desk. Instead of freaking out like a little sissy girl, I kept my cool and acted professionally. How better to write a history for my new character than to ask him! I exclaimed to myself. Jaskol looked somewhat confused, but I turned to him in swivel desk chair with my wireless keyboard in my lap with a small grin on my face.
“Good evening Jaskol and thank you for setting aside time to come here tonight.”
I offered the surly looking warrior my hand and he reluctantly took it with a firm grasp.
“I’m sorry, but who are you…and where am I…I was just about to buy this fine looking lady a drink.”
“Well think of me as your creator Jaskol…because I am, you can call me Sam though. Where you are is of no importance, but where you should be, which is in my head, is of great importance to you. As for your lady friend…she’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”
“Ok Sam…what is that thing in your lap which allows you to record every word I say onto that bright piece of parchment?”
“Well Jaskol this is a keyboard…” I held it up so that he could inspect it to make sure it wasn’t a weapon. “And that bright piece of parchment is a computer monitor.”
“What the blazes is a…”
“Jaskol I’m afraid we don’t have time for questions like that. There are many things I must ask you before you must return.”
“Ok…but I’m still a little confused…”
“Just think of this as someone writing a book on your life story…which is almost exactly what I’m doing.”
At the mention of a book being written about him, Jaskol’s face lit up like a child at Christmas and his signature smile creased his face. I stretched my arms and cracked my knuckles before I asked the first question. I had a feeling that this was going to be very interesting.
“So, Jaskol; first off I would like to know about your parents. It takes two to make child and I’m almost certain that you had two wonderful parents no?”
“Yes my mother and father are wonderful people…”
“So they are still alive?”
“Oh yes very much so. I go home to see them at least seven or eight times a month. I wish it could be more, but with work becoming so much more demanding, my time is limited.”
“Well go ahead and start off with you dad. Was he a big strapping man? A caring politician? A genius inventor?”
“Oh no nothing like that. My dad was simple farmer. Yes he was quite a strong man in his youth, but he didn’t go off to fight in wars, he didn’t make deals with evil, corrupt nations to save millions of people, he didn’t invent a machine that could turn a peeled orange into a year’s supply of food either. He grew crops to sell in the local market. He made good money off of it too because there was never something that I needed that I didn’t get. I got a good education, plenty of healthy food, with an occasional bit of sweets mind you, plus he taught me some of the most important lessons in life. Like how it’s easier to smile than frown, those kinds of things.”
“So your father was a bit of a philosopher then?”
“Eh not too much…unless you count all the times that he and his friends went to the pub and solved the worlds problems over a few pints of ale. My dad is a good man. He goes out of his way to feed the poor, he try’s to offer them somewhere warm to stay on cold nights and makes sure there’s always a little something extra in the pot for those who don’t have anything at all.”
“Is your father a religious man Jaskol?”
“You can say that. He taught me about the different god’s and deities. He was always telling me which ones to look out for and that if I’m ever in a bit of trouble it doesn’t hurt to pray for forgiveness because you never know when a god is looking over your shoulder.”
“I see…so what about your mother?”
“Oh mom…she’s beautiful. I don’t understand how she could have married dad.”
“Love does strange things to people.”
“You can say that again. I mean, mom came from an extremely wealthy family and had men ten times as rich as her offering to marry her. She could have had anything in the world!, but she chose to stay with dad. I’m actually glad she did because I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t. To tell you the truth she reminds me a lot of dad. Kind hearted, always looking out for others, a religious person just like dad. She was about his height too, both just around 5’ 10”. From what dad used to tell me mom was smoking hot and one of the sweetest people you could ever meet.”
“Ok…so tell me about yourself Jaskol.”
“Well what is it you want to know? I’m twenty six, have great parents, I’m a skilled swordsman, and I’m single ladies.”
“Hahaha, ok, ok Jaskol I think you’ve gotten that point across. So tell me about some of the things that have made you…you.”
“Well…I got hauled off into a sort of militia when I was young. My father got passed up because he had the farm, but I was a perfect candidate to be taken off and trained to be a guard. The city started pulling people from their homes to put out on guard duty on the borders. Something about increased bandit attacks and a lack of defenders.”
“I see…so were you trained well or were just shown how to hold a sword and thrown out on watch?”
“Oh no my training was good. I was recruited at sixteen, but wasn’t put out on the front lines till I was nineteen. Since then though, every bit of that training and more has been pushed to its limits. Thankfully the bandit raids all, but ceased two years ago and I was released to go back home. I figured that since I wasn’t a city dog anymore I could take my skills and make some money to bring home elsewhere. I try to take jobs close to home and I like to keep them simple too. Simple caravan guard duty or government official protection. I think the longest I was ever gone from home was two weeks. It was a fun trip, pretty uneventful thankfully, but I didn’t really like not being able to check on my parents. They took good care of me and I don’t want to let anything happen to two good people.”
“That’s a very admirable trait Jaskol. I’m sure your parents are very proud of you.”
“Yeah they are. They tell me all the time.”
“So what about magic…do you use it, hate it, love it, can’t use it to save your life?”
“I never really gave magic any thought. It would be nice to learn some healing stuff down the road, but right now I’m 100% fighter. Besides I’d rather them do all that fancy hand movement casting stuff while I watched their back. I’ve come to notice that people usually try to take out the mages first…So, can I go home now?
“Yeah sorry Jaskol I don’t know how that works…”
Jaskol sighed and walked out the door of my room clanking down the hallway. My dog began to bark uncontrollably and my mother dropped something very heavy. I could hear Jaskol trying to apologize and explain that he was one of my friends, but my mother was screaming at the top of her lungs. I ran into the kitchen to see if I could calm things down, but then I woke up lying on the floor with an ice pack on my head and cat face mere inches from my own. My mother asked if I was ok and after reassuring her that I didn’t need to go to the hospital I sat in front of my computer and began to type this interview.
Skills:
Swordsmanship: Even though Jaskol has had quite a bit of experience on the battlefield his over all skills with the sword are still lacking. Jaskol has a moderate grasp on how to attack, defend and counter attack with his sword.
Dodge: Jaskol is able to dodge some attacks, but he is not able to repeatedly evade an opponents attacks.
Endurance: Jaskol’s endurance is slightly higher than a normal person, allowing him to continue a battle a little while longer than a normal soldier.
Equipment:
Basic long sword
Shoulder guards
Armored boots
Knee high shin guards
Tattered and torn travelers cloak
Credit for the picture goes to whoever posted it on photobucket. There was no name attached to the picture.