Post by Xander Hughes on Sept 15, 2007 16:44:13 GMT -5
Full Name: Alexander (Xander) Landon Hughes
Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Magic: None
Birthplace: Somewhere in Solamnia
Strengths:
-Xander is witty and intelligent
-Talented in the use of numerous weapons
-Stealthy
Weaknesses:
-Not very fast due to his armor
-Poor in the use of a shield
-Can be a bit bossy at times
Description: Xander is about 5'11". He's well-built and handsome, with wavy long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Usually, Xander wears the armor that his father gave to him right before he passed away. The armor is simple in design, with only a few decorations. He also normally wears a traveling cloak. Xander has a belt strapped to his waist, with numerous weapons and provisions attached to it.
Xander is very caring and intelligent. He grew up around people, so he is very people friendly. If you befriend Xander, you're sure to get a good, trustworthy friend in return.
Weapons: Xander carries his father's ancient sword, engraved with his familie's symbol, a dove for peace. He also normally carries a long dagger, similar in design, and a morning star, which is plain and unadorned. He picked it up in a market somewhere in Solamnia.
History: Xander grew up somewhere in Solamnia with his father and mother. His father was a Knight of Solamnia, high ranking and well known. His mother aided his father whenever possible, but would much rather stay at home with her young son than become a knight. Xander was an only child, and his father often taught him how to wield a weapon and the ways of the knight
When Xander was 20, his father passed away, leaving his only son his family's sword and armor. Soon after his father's death, Xander left Solamnia and traveled away from his homeland, searching for adventure. He had no intention of becoming a knight like his father. It just wasn't the life he wished to live. It was much too strict and well mannered for his taste. Much to his mother's disapointment, he never returned to Solamnia. Joining up with a band of micheivous mercenaries, he traveled around the Solace area, finding money wherever he could.
RP Sample: Lightfoot galloped onward, nearing exhaustion. His rider, a handsome warrior, urged him forward with calm words, kicking him slightly in the sides with the heel of his boots. "Come on, boy. Just a litter farther," he whispered, gritting his teeth. Behind him, several men mounted on strong steeds gained on him, shouting and screaming strings of harsh curses. "Come on," Xander urged.
The three pursuers soon caught up with their victim. They had once been his business partners; foolish mercenaries with only one life goal; money. Xander had angered them by running off with their gains, so they had followed him. He hadn't been too hard to catch up with. His steed was one of the slowest in their company. But, for some reason or other, Xander had taken a liking to the beast. The three men rounded their angry roans in front of his mare, stopping Xander in his tracks.
"You dirty thief!" cried one man, drawing his sword. "And to think I trusted the likes of you!"
"Give us back our money!" shouted another.
Xander gave a swift command to Lightfoot, and his mare spun around, moving past the other three. The mare peeled through the forestry, moving as swiftly as her small legs would carry her. But the three men pursued Xander still . . .
Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Magic: None
Birthplace: Somewhere in Solamnia
Strengths:
-Xander is witty and intelligent
-Talented in the use of numerous weapons
-Stealthy
Weaknesses:
-Not very fast due to his armor
-Poor in the use of a shield
-Can be a bit bossy at times
Description: Xander is about 5'11". He's well-built and handsome, with wavy long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Usually, Xander wears the armor that his father gave to him right before he passed away. The armor is simple in design, with only a few decorations. He also normally wears a traveling cloak. Xander has a belt strapped to his waist, with numerous weapons and provisions attached to it.
Xander is very caring and intelligent. He grew up around people, so he is very people friendly. If you befriend Xander, you're sure to get a good, trustworthy friend in return.
Weapons: Xander carries his father's ancient sword, engraved with his familie's symbol, a dove for peace. He also normally carries a long dagger, similar in design, and a morning star, which is plain and unadorned. He picked it up in a market somewhere in Solamnia.
History: Xander grew up somewhere in Solamnia with his father and mother. His father was a Knight of Solamnia, high ranking and well known. His mother aided his father whenever possible, but would much rather stay at home with her young son than become a knight. Xander was an only child, and his father often taught him how to wield a weapon and the ways of the knight
When Xander was 20, his father passed away, leaving his only son his family's sword and armor. Soon after his father's death, Xander left Solamnia and traveled away from his homeland, searching for adventure. He had no intention of becoming a knight like his father. It just wasn't the life he wished to live. It was much too strict and well mannered for his taste. Much to his mother's disapointment, he never returned to Solamnia. Joining up with a band of micheivous mercenaries, he traveled around the Solace area, finding money wherever he could.
RP Sample: Lightfoot galloped onward, nearing exhaustion. His rider, a handsome warrior, urged him forward with calm words, kicking him slightly in the sides with the heel of his boots. "Come on, boy. Just a litter farther," he whispered, gritting his teeth. Behind him, several men mounted on strong steeds gained on him, shouting and screaming strings of harsh curses. "Come on," Xander urged.
The three pursuers soon caught up with their victim. They had once been his business partners; foolish mercenaries with only one life goal; money. Xander had angered them by running off with their gains, so they had followed him. He hadn't been too hard to catch up with. His steed was one of the slowest in their company. But, for some reason or other, Xander had taken a liking to the beast. The three men rounded their angry roans in front of his mare, stopping Xander in his tracks.
"You dirty thief!" cried one man, drawing his sword. "And to think I trusted the likes of you!"
"Give us back our money!" shouted another.
Xander gave a swift command to Lightfoot, and his mare spun around, moving past the other three. The mare peeled through the forestry, moving as swiftly as her small legs would carry her. But the three men pursued Xander still . . .