As Above So Below
09-21-07, 12:47 AM
"We were born to unite with our fellow men, and to join in community with the human race."
-Cicero
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Name: Trenton Flint
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance: Standing at 6' 3", Trenton has a formidable stature. A tower of strength and solidarity, he knows he has an impressive visage. Normally, he wears his armor and a pair of black cotton pants, rope sandals around his feet. His head and face are always clean-shaven, and his lilac eyes hold more shades of a darker violet than their natural light hue. While he does shave his head, his body is naturally non-hairy, though his eyebrows suggest a natural brunette. A large tattoo graces his back, in the shadow of a massive bird.
Personality: Strong and quiet, Trenton isn't the most sociable person in the world. He does, however, have a great deal of common sense and honor. What he lacks in his language skills he more than makes up for in his actions.
Weapons/Armor
+5 feet of steel chain, 1/2 inch thick.
+leather bracers with steel chainmail top-covers.
Other Items: Small wooden flute, Burlap bag, small mirror plate, shaving razor
Skills:
Enhanced Stamina - Trenton can perform tasks requiring great strength for longer than your average joe before tiring out. Currently, he can handle hard labor for 1.5x longer than a normal human.
Chain Warfare - In the use of such a specialized weapon as a chain, Trenton is currently below average in this skill. His movements are very crude and ill=thought out.
Walk The Walk - His muscles aren't just there for looking. Currently his strength is relative to any normal human used to hard labor. Strong, but not overtly so.
Spells: None
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Name: Andres Adiran
Age: 31
Race: Human
Appearance: Thin and willowy, Andres keeps his bony form wrapped up in layers of warm clothes. He has pianist's hands, with long, diligent fingers. He wears thin spectacles for his nearsightedness, his teal blue eyes obscured behind the lenses. His dark hair is shaggy, his beard never shaved. Overall he has the appearance of a scruffy professor. He stands at 6' even.
Personality: More talkative and inquisitive, Andres has the mind of an adult, and a full vocabulary at his disposal but lacks basic knlowledge in many things. For example, he knows that he should find warmth when he is cold, but doesn't understand how some days are colder than others.
Weapons/Armor: None
Other Items: A silver pocketwatch
Skills: None
Spells: None
History(Shared)
There was once a time when Trenton Flint and Andres Adiran were normal Raiaeran men. Humans who'd been born and raised in the port city of Anebrilith, they both made honest livings. Trenton had once been a blacksmith, using his strength, patience, and general like of such things as heat, sweat, and hard work to turn a coin. Andres had been a messenger and small errands runner for local shopkeeps, using the same Alerian technology that had come together to make his pocketwatch to put to use chains, gears and wheels to make a bicycle. Neither man had family or home to speak of, just small bachelor flats in opposite corners of the city. Though perhaps some of the last remaining honest humans in the city, their paths would never have crossed, if it hadn't been for the Drow.
Andres began to greedily soak up anything and everything he could find on the Alerian technology, envisioning personal transportation that could be powered by small steam engines. One day, through a catalogue filled with things that the small time machinist usually deemed to be worthless, something new cropped up. It appeared to be a diagram of a machine that was being used to move coal upwards through mine shafts. His eyes, however, had been training themselves in the recent months to see the subtle enhancements that could be given. Suddenly visions of an Anebrilith that could grow ever higher as opposed to outward into the forests and hills was taking shape. A few of his regular employers were found to fund a sample project, and with money in hand, Andres went about securing the parts he would need. For some of the custom metal gearing that was simply too expensive to import from Kachuk masterworkers, he gave the job of creasting the parts to a well respected Raiaeran smithy. Trenton Flint.
Flint had been on the job a grand total of two days when both men disappeared without a trace.
-Cicero
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Name: Trenton Flint
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance: Standing at 6' 3", Trenton has a formidable stature. A tower of strength and solidarity, he knows he has an impressive visage. Normally, he wears his armor and a pair of black cotton pants, rope sandals around his feet. His head and face are always clean-shaven, and his lilac eyes hold more shades of a darker violet than their natural light hue. While he does shave his head, his body is naturally non-hairy, though his eyebrows suggest a natural brunette. A large tattoo graces his back, in the shadow of a massive bird.
Personality: Strong and quiet, Trenton isn't the most sociable person in the world. He does, however, have a great deal of common sense and honor. What he lacks in his language skills he more than makes up for in his actions.
Weapons/Armor
+5 feet of steel chain, 1/2 inch thick.
+leather bracers with steel chainmail top-covers.
Other Items: Small wooden flute, Burlap bag, small mirror plate, shaving razor
Skills:
Enhanced Stamina - Trenton can perform tasks requiring great strength for longer than your average joe before tiring out. Currently, he can handle hard labor for 1.5x longer than a normal human.
Chain Warfare - In the use of such a specialized weapon as a chain, Trenton is currently below average in this skill. His movements are very crude and ill=thought out.
Walk The Walk - His muscles aren't just there for looking. Currently his strength is relative to any normal human used to hard labor. Strong, but not overtly so.
Spells: None
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/darthmaulnda/Green_Scarf_by_Fuju.jpg
Name: Andres Adiran
Age: 31
Race: Human
Appearance: Thin and willowy, Andres keeps his bony form wrapped up in layers of warm clothes. He has pianist's hands, with long, diligent fingers. He wears thin spectacles for his nearsightedness, his teal blue eyes obscured behind the lenses. His dark hair is shaggy, his beard never shaved. Overall he has the appearance of a scruffy professor. He stands at 6' even.
Personality: More talkative and inquisitive, Andres has the mind of an adult, and a full vocabulary at his disposal but lacks basic knlowledge in many things. For example, he knows that he should find warmth when he is cold, but doesn't understand how some days are colder than others.
Weapons/Armor: None
Other Items: A silver pocketwatch
Skills: None
Spells: None
History(Shared)
There was once a time when Trenton Flint and Andres Adiran were normal Raiaeran men. Humans who'd been born and raised in the port city of Anebrilith, they both made honest livings. Trenton had once been a blacksmith, using his strength, patience, and general like of such things as heat, sweat, and hard work to turn a coin. Andres had been a messenger and small errands runner for local shopkeeps, using the same Alerian technology that had come together to make his pocketwatch to put to use chains, gears and wheels to make a bicycle. Neither man had family or home to speak of, just small bachelor flats in opposite corners of the city. Though perhaps some of the last remaining honest humans in the city, their paths would never have crossed, if it hadn't been for the Drow.
Andres began to greedily soak up anything and everything he could find on the Alerian technology, envisioning personal transportation that could be powered by small steam engines. One day, through a catalogue filled with things that the small time machinist usually deemed to be worthless, something new cropped up. It appeared to be a diagram of a machine that was being used to move coal upwards through mine shafts. His eyes, however, had been training themselves in the recent months to see the subtle enhancements that could be given. Suddenly visions of an Anebrilith that could grow ever higher as opposed to outward into the forests and hills was taking shape. A few of his regular employers were found to fund a sample project, and with money in hand, Andres went about securing the parts he would need. For some of the custom metal gearing that was simply too expensive to import from Kachuk masterworkers, he gave the job of creasting the parts to a well respected Raiaeran smithy. Trenton Flint.
Flint had been on the job a grand total of two days when both men disappeared without a trace.