Post by Kono Slaker on Jan 3, 2007 22:44:19 GMT -5
Name: Iroqal, Ardocc
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Hair//Eye color: His hair is a brown colored mix. His beard a dark brown. His eyes are different colors brown.
Height: 3’3”
Weight: 96 lbs
Town of Origin: Tronjheim in Farthen Dûr
Weapon of Choice: He had a specially made axe, that weighs less than it would normally seem. It is as light as a stick, but with very powerful blows. He keeps it on his back under his shield. It is comprised of a dark green handle that he has wrapped cloth around for a comfortable hilt. Its blade is two sided and enhanced weightless steel.
He also has a shield that he can strap across his back, so that he can travel and have both hands free and a protected back. It is a circle, made by his Dwarven clan. It has a thick metal center that domes out, and is comprised of wood. It has a metal band circle that surrounds the edge of it. Making it look like a grey and brown bulls eye.
He also has a dagger (which is as big as a sword for him) it has a smooth black hilt and a curved blade. Its sheath has a beautiful A in silver.
Magic experience: None
Languages: Speaks Human and Dwarven
Description: Ardocc likes to be alone. That’s all he’s been subject to for years. He can work well with others, but like to travel alone. He is very polite, and respects others. Being impressed upon him since birth by his parents. He is fierce on the battlefield but quiet and polite in other circumstances. He investigates everything that is around him. That’s why he likes to travel alone, with no distractions. He reads a lot and likes to learn. He dislikes liars. And if you lie to him, he won’t easily trust you again. He meets someone new and examines them thoroughly. He is very vulnerable when it comes to being made fun of, so in that subject, he is quick to guard himself, against new relationships for fear of rejection.
He likes to do puzzles and riddles and play games. He would easily challenge someone to this that try and kill them in battle.
He wears a long heavy shirt. Greenish brown in color that goes to his thighs. Over this he wears a leather chest cover. His leggings are brown. And he wears leather boots up to his mid-calf. He has a large leather belt. And a brace of (or a leather sash, that holds) knives and daggers. Over all this he wears a dark green cloak that falls to his boots. It is very heavy.
Reason of Character?: Was part of the Varden pre-Eragon and now runs missions for them. No intrest in dragons.
Past: Ardocc was born in Tronjheim to his Mother and Father. He grew up as any young boy would as a dwarf. They weren’t special to the Varden at the time but they enlisted him for special training. (Some saved up money helped with this too) One day some magic users were practicing spells where he was training and he was hit by a lightning bolt gone awry. Now he mistrusts anyone who is magic.. But before he could do any batting for the Varden the big battle between Eragon and Galbatorix commenced and Ardocc went into more scholarly activities. Years past and things unfolded the way they have. He was very inactive. Until he enlisted in the Varden of course. Now he continues to run missions, taking care of bandits and slavers. During his travels he came across an abusive trader. He had a pony that was refusing to move and he was beating it. So Ardocc snuck behind him and untied and spooked away all his other horses while he was distracted. He ended up chasing down the other horses and leaving the pony. Ardocc knew this was one smart beast so he took it upon himself to be the pony’s master. It is the perfect steed for him too. While humans are riding their giant horses that Ardocc wouldn’t have a hope of getting on, this ride was just his size, and strong enough for a good sized load. He named his pony Fanushel. Now he travels looking for bandits around Alagaesia.
Introduction: ((My character was already in the Varden in Surda, so I just made a random RP))
Ardocc was trotting across a glistening field on his pony Fanushel. It was a red grassy field that had been sprinkled upon by raindrops or days and clouds gone past and the sun was hitting it just right. They were traveling up the Rio Toark from Fasaloft. He had stayed there for a few days recuperating from a long travel across the desert. He was feeling worn and stretched.
He needed to get to Tierm before the week’s end. He knew he could accomplish this so he did not urge his friend Fanushel. It was a humble dark brown pony with a light colored mane and tail. He liked him because the dirt did not show up as bad. They continued to trot along the river, Ardocc hummed to himself while Fanushel kept eyeing particular sprouts of green grass that looked delicious. But he trusted Ardocc and knew he would get a nice meal when they stopped.
As the sun started coming down Ardocc started his scanning for a potential campsite. He liked something high. While he was a great fighter, he was no match while half awake. He was small and he knew that, he accepted it years ago. Long before anyone else he knew. So he found a nice tall rock protruding over the pastures and he took his pony up the hill. He camped out at the very end of the cliff. He enjoyed watching the stars and laying in the summer evening. He did not start a fire, but ate some salted pork and fruit from his stores. He was running low and knew he would be in Tierm by tomorrow. So he ate happily. Fanushel was off grazing when he drifted off to sleep, full bellied, and happy with his traveling.
(this application had 1/3 accepted)
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Hair//Eye color: His hair is a brown colored mix. His beard a dark brown. His eyes are different colors brown.
Height: 3’3”
Weight: 96 lbs
Town of Origin: Tronjheim in Farthen Dûr
Weapon of Choice: He had a specially made axe, that weighs less than it would normally seem. It is as light as a stick, but with very powerful blows. He keeps it on his back under his shield. It is comprised of a dark green handle that he has wrapped cloth around for a comfortable hilt. Its blade is two sided and enhanced weightless steel.
He also has a shield that he can strap across his back, so that he can travel and have both hands free and a protected back. It is a circle, made by his Dwarven clan. It has a thick metal center that domes out, and is comprised of wood. It has a metal band circle that surrounds the edge of it. Making it look like a grey and brown bulls eye.
He also has a dagger (which is as big as a sword for him) it has a smooth black hilt and a curved blade. Its sheath has a beautiful A in silver.
Magic experience: None
Languages: Speaks Human and Dwarven
Description: Ardocc likes to be alone. That’s all he’s been subject to for years. He can work well with others, but like to travel alone. He is very polite, and respects others. Being impressed upon him since birth by his parents. He is fierce on the battlefield but quiet and polite in other circumstances. He investigates everything that is around him. That’s why he likes to travel alone, with no distractions. He reads a lot and likes to learn. He dislikes liars. And if you lie to him, he won’t easily trust you again. He meets someone new and examines them thoroughly. He is very vulnerable when it comes to being made fun of, so in that subject, he is quick to guard himself, against new relationships for fear of rejection.
He likes to do puzzles and riddles and play games. He would easily challenge someone to this that try and kill them in battle.
He wears a long heavy shirt. Greenish brown in color that goes to his thighs. Over this he wears a leather chest cover. His leggings are brown. And he wears leather boots up to his mid-calf. He has a large leather belt. And a brace of (or a leather sash, that holds) knives and daggers. Over all this he wears a dark green cloak that falls to his boots. It is very heavy.
Reason of Character?: Was part of the Varden pre-Eragon and now runs missions for them. No intrest in dragons.
Past: Ardocc was born in Tronjheim to his Mother and Father. He grew up as any young boy would as a dwarf. They weren’t special to the Varden at the time but they enlisted him for special training. (Some saved up money helped with this too) One day some magic users were practicing spells where he was training and he was hit by a lightning bolt gone awry. Now he mistrusts anyone who is magic.. But before he could do any batting for the Varden the big battle between Eragon and Galbatorix commenced and Ardocc went into more scholarly activities. Years past and things unfolded the way they have. He was very inactive. Until he enlisted in the Varden of course. Now he continues to run missions, taking care of bandits and slavers. During his travels he came across an abusive trader. He had a pony that was refusing to move and he was beating it. So Ardocc snuck behind him and untied and spooked away all his other horses while he was distracted. He ended up chasing down the other horses and leaving the pony. Ardocc knew this was one smart beast so he took it upon himself to be the pony’s master. It is the perfect steed for him too. While humans are riding their giant horses that Ardocc wouldn’t have a hope of getting on, this ride was just his size, and strong enough for a good sized load. He named his pony Fanushel. Now he travels looking for bandits around Alagaesia.
Introduction: ((My character was already in the Varden in Surda, so I just made a random RP))
Ardocc was trotting across a glistening field on his pony Fanushel. It was a red grassy field that had been sprinkled upon by raindrops or days and clouds gone past and the sun was hitting it just right. They were traveling up the Rio Toark from Fasaloft. He had stayed there for a few days recuperating from a long travel across the desert. He was feeling worn and stretched.
He needed to get to Tierm before the week’s end. He knew he could accomplish this so he did not urge his friend Fanushel. It was a humble dark brown pony with a light colored mane and tail. He liked him because the dirt did not show up as bad. They continued to trot along the river, Ardocc hummed to himself while Fanushel kept eyeing particular sprouts of green grass that looked delicious. But he trusted Ardocc and knew he would get a nice meal when they stopped.
As the sun started coming down Ardocc started his scanning for a potential campsite. He liked something high. While he was a great fighter, he was no match while half awake. He was small and he knew that, he accepted it years ago. Long before anyone else he knew. So he found a nice tall rock protruding over the pastures and he took his pony up the hill. He camped out at the very end of the cliff. He enjoyed watching the stars and laying in the summer evening. He did not start a fire, but ate some salted pork and fruit from his stores. He was running low and knew he would be in Tierm by tomorrow. So he ate happily. Fanushel was off grazing when he drifted off to sleep, full bellied, and happy with his traveling.
(this application had 1/3 accepted)
