Post by Tares on Apr 6, 2008 17:44:51 GMT -5
Name: Taresentyseal Adroniac Semlopatyle
Nickname: Night Raider. Bullet Eyes. etc.. (Has many more, travels a lot)
Gender: Male
Age: 25. Looks 17-18.
Height: Medium-Tall.
Weight: Skinny but on the muscular side.
Hair: Forest green, it's combed.
Eyes: Two different shades of green that sparkle.
Clothes: Usually doesn't have a shirt. Has a pair of brown shorts tied around the ankles with yellow string. Prefers walking on his own two feet.
Personality: On the outside, Tares seems friendly & enjoys helping out others. He's good natured, loves to explore, seems insightful, & is carefree and innocent. On the inside, Tares is stubborn and selfish. He usually has an open-track mind. Even if he's meant to do one thing, he'll do something else. He seeks a purpose so he travels often. He's used to being alone.
Relationships: None currently. He's had one, sort of, but her death left a sour taste in his mouth. He resolves never to repeat that same mistake.
History: He was born by mistake -- underneath the Tree of Purity, nigh the Elven Council of Nine, there was always order. Everyone always followed the laws set abound, as pre-ordained by Mother Earth. & it was that time of the month again where newborns were created. There, supposedly, was a count of 12. Tares was the 13th. The Druids of Lore would not stand for this -- the 'Leigh's Law of Birthing' must continue appropriately or go against the Testament Laws of Mother Earth. & it was commonly believed that going against nature itself meant death for their entire race. So the 13th newborn was cast away, never to return, never to know whom was responsible for his birth.
He was whisked away on a Blight Bird, one of the many ancient creatures in Whisk Wood, his former home. He was drifted away into far away territories, left for death. However he survived with nothing but mere self-knowledge gained and endurance. He would fight, he would travel, he would be notorious. He's had many adventures & while he'd question his heritage or his true calling many-a-time, he'd never been one to step back into his past. For that is a road filled with uncertainty & Tares knows better than to open old wounds that are better left forgotten.
However past his recent adventure in the Realm of Felder, he's realized something: As an Elf he's .. aging too fast. There's something wrong. Why must he look older than he should be? Is he really Elven at all? Now he embarks to Terra Realms, wanting to reveal his past and to save his future.
Race: Elf
Class: Marksman
Weapons: A sandy-brown colored bow & arrow. They have small feathers at each of their ends, slightly darker at the pin points.
Skills/Spells: + Add +50 to accuracy if you choose this class.
Extra Info: What he seeks is the age old 'Jer ta midred Chala' or the Fountain of Youth. For eons upon eons, his elven brederens have traveled far, performed the ritual, to unseal the timely acoustic; this massive rock face filled to the brim with magical water, capable of keeping its drinkers forever youthful, forever immortal, so long as they drank from it every 150 years. Too little or no consumption would result in an accelerated life span, passing even those of the humans! Too much consumption & the life span reverts, creating a catastrophic disaster even worse than death itself: pre-life. Tares falls in the 1st category. Unbeknown to him, only saved by the youth's ancestry of strong, youthful bodies now flowing through his genes, he will age quickly & face death soon.
Nickname: Night Raider. Bullet Eyes. etc.. (Has many more, travels a lot)
Gender: Male
Age: 25. Looks 17-18.
Height: Medium-Tall.
Weight: Skinny but on the muscular side.
Hair: Forest green, it's combed.
Eyes: Two different shades of green that sparkle.
Clothes: Usually doesn't have a shirt. Has a pair of brown shorts tied around the ankles with yellow string. Prefers walking on his own two feet.
Personality: On the outside, Tares seems friendly & enjoys helping out others. He's good natured, loves to explore, seems insightful, & is carefree and innocent. On the inside, Tares is stubborn and selfish. He usually has an open-track mind. Even if he's meant to do one thing, he'll do something else. He seeks a purpose so he travels often. He's used to being alone.
Relationships: None currently. He's had one, sort of, but her death left a sour taste in his mouth. He resolves never to repeat that same mistake.
History: He was born by mistake -- underneath the Tree of Purity, nigh the Elven Council of Nine, there was always order. Everyone always followed the laws set abound, as pre-ordained by Mother Earth. & it was that time of the month again where newborns were created. There, supposedly, was a count of 12. Tares was the 13th. The Druids of Lore would not stand for this -- the 'Leigh's Law of Birthing' must continue appropriately or go against the Testament Laws of Mother Earth. & it was commonly believed that going against nature itself meant death for their entire race. So the 13th newborn was cast away, never to return, never to know whom was responsible for his birth.
He was whisked away on a Blight Bird, one of the many ancient creatures in Whisk Wood, his former home. He was drifted away into far away territories, left for death. However he survived with nothing but mere self-knowledge gained and endurance. He would fight, he would travel, he would be notorious. He's had many adventures & while he'd question his heritage or his true calling many-a-time, he'd never been one to step back into his past. For that is a road filled with uncertainty & Tares knows better than to open old wounds that are better left forgotten.
However past his recent adventure in the Realm of Felder, he's realized something: As an Elf he's .. aging too fast. There's something wrong. Why must he look older than he should be? Is he really Elven at all? Now he embarks to Terra Realms, wanting to reveal his past and to save his future.
Race: Elf
Class: Marksman
Weapons: A sandy-brown colored bow & arrow. They have small feathers at each of their ends, slightly darker at the pin points.
Skills/Spells: + Add +50 to accuracy if you choose this class.
Extra Info: What he seeks is the age old 'Jer ta midred Chala' or the Fountain of Youth. For eons upon eons, his elven brederens have traveled far, performed the ritual, to unseal the timely acoustic; this massive rock face filled to the brim with magical water, capable of keeping its drinkers forever youthful, forever immortal, so long as they drank from it every 150 years. Too little or no consumption would result in an accelerated life span, passing even those of the humans! Too much consumption & the life span reverts, creating a catastrophic disaster even worse than death itself: pre-life. Tares falls in the 1st category. Unbeknown to him, only saved by the youth's ancestry of strong, youthful bodies now flowing through his genes, he will age quickly & face death soon.
