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Full Name: Aidan Cree Race: Human Age: 22 Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color/Hair Style: Deep brown / Short Gender: Male Weapon/Armor Specialization (If Any): Short sword / Leather padding Personal History:
It is the beginning of autumn, cold wisps of crisp air shivering through the drooping eaves and bows of the trees of southern Aboron. All of the county seems to wilt with heaviness, filled to bursting with death and sorrow. Even the sky shows signs of its misery, often rearing only shades of grey and drained blue, the sun casting a white and blazing glare upon everything.
The fields that spread as far as his eyes could see are dried and withered, small bits of weeds and thorny brush cracking the padded earth scarcely. He looks back on his home. He looks back on ruins.
His mother, Morganti Cree, stands by him, her warm but quivering hand, calloused and encrusted with sores, lays on his left shoulder. He can still hear her sobbing quietly. He can feel it. He can barely stand not giving himself over to the same misery.
"It... It will all be all right... We will live on. It will be okay," she whispers, more to calm her nerves and avoid the choking sobs that persist through her parched lips than to admit any reality, for the only reality now is that they have no hope.
His father, Karrel Cree, died last night. He had died when the squad of Aboronian soldiers had arrived at their doorstep. Aidan had watched as he refused them entry. Aidan had watched as they dragged the man outside, stubborn with his passion to protect his family and land, and tied him to a tree.
He remembers himself, his mother, and his sister, Mahra, being brought forcefully from their house to watch as his father was then flayed with a garden hoe, one of the few farm instruments his family could afford.
He remembers Mahra being slapped across the face and beaten until she fell to the cold, dark earth and bound with harsh ropes, dragged off into the night, and never seen again. He remembers the soldiers laughing, fondling and violating her, saying all the while, "The stupid peasant. He should have just listened and let us in. But now we have you to play with tonight, don't we, beautiful?"
He remembers his mother screaming at them, calling them every foul name she could muster, wringing her hands in fury. He remembers her running after Mahra, being beaten with a cudgel, and the soldiers dragging her back, barricading her in the house, and setting it alight with fire, the whole night sky glaring with a vile red.
She managed to get out by smashing a window, her hands and face sliced to bloody ribbons as she dragged herself through the broken glass to the relative freedom beyond.
Most of all, however, he remembers his anger.
And now, his focus returned to the dusk covering the field before him, Aidan remembered his purpose. His tightened his grip on his short sword, his soul burning once more with renewed anger as his home had burned just months before, and stood facing the high walls of Nyord Sardi. Opportunity had come.
With the countless thousands of other peasants around him, the time for revenge had come. Revolution was at hand.
This thread is for the sole purpose of [highlight]creating the characters[/highlight] to use in the corresponding Role-Play. There are a few [highlight]guidelines [/highlight]I will outline here and a bit of [highlight]extended information[/highlight] to take in to consideration when writing your character's [highlight]Personal History[/highlight] (which will be described below).
Guidelines:
Your character must be a [highlight]resident of the County of Aboron[/highlight].
Your character must have [highlight]at least one stimulation to join[/highlight] in the Aboronian Revoltion Movement.
Your character must have[highlight] a short story leading up to[/highlight] his or her prescence at the Nyord Sardi Fortress battlefield.
You may [highlight]only use the given options (if specified)[/highlight] when filling out the Character Creation form.
Quote from Character Creation Form »
Full Name: (No numbers or the following symbols: !@#$%^&*()}{[]+=<>?/,.) Race: (Human or Asrai) Age: (Human: 15 to 45/Asrai: 15 to 450)* Eye Color: (Try to keep the color somewhat reasonable) Hair Color/Hair Style: (Any natural hair color/Try to keep your hair style reasonable for a Medieval-oriented Western-flavor RP) Gender: (Male or Female) Weapon/Armor Specialization (If Any): (Excludes blatantly far-Eastern weapons/armor) Personal History: (See above guidelines and the note below**) Character-Driving Goals:
* For your own benefit, please consider the following article on the Asrai: http://daysofamyorne.host56.com/show_art.php?artid=6. Also, humans can use magic, too (if anyone was wondering), but you most obey the same principles. For the most part, race is aesthetic.
** Because of the ruling style for a long time in Aboron, there really is no distinguishing of individual hamlets or such in the county. In his greed for power and wealth, and his fear of his own people, Count Reithwayr Aboron III and many of his predecessors ruled their domain so that no large concentration of people would form at any single point so that resistance would be weak. Nerogi (if you saw the map) is at large an exception to this rule because it is on the far side of the mountains and thus is mostly autonomous though it is still in the boundary of the county.
**(continued) Also, the Old Religion, which I have not unfortunately been able to write anything major up on yet besides what is in the other thread in this forum, is revered by all denizens of Amyorne. It is the base for the magical disciplines and many of the challenges in the world. If you choose to be some kind of aetheist or anti-religion person, well... It won't work very well. You will still have to obey all the magical precepts stated by it and observe the countless performances of its spirituality. Simply put: This is a fantasy- things like ghosts, witches, gods, and magic are all real.
Other things to take in to account:
These are mostly obvious, but essentially, we're not going to be having any "Super Dark Priest of Satan"'s or "Grand Matriarchal Sorceress of the Third Plane"'s. Making your self too powerful makes it not fun for other people since it dumbs down battles and the story and it also detracts from the grandeur of villains.
This may seem dumb, but make sure you stick to the options the form offers and take note of the, well, notes. Also, please be familiar with the volume overview here as well as any cultural or genetic aspects of the race your are playing (specifically, the Asrai, here).
Race: Human
Age: 22
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color/Hair Style: Deep brown / Short
Gender: Male
Weapon/Armor Specialization (If Any): Short sword / Leather padding
Personal History:
It is the beginning of autumn, cold wisps of crisp air shivering through the drooping eaves and bows of the trees of southern Aboron. All of the county seems to wilt with heaviness, filled to bursting with death and sorrow. Even the sky shows signs of its misery, often rearing only shades of grey and drained blue, the sun casting a white and blazing glare upon everything.
The fields that spread as far as his eyes could see are dried and withered, small bits of weeds and thorny brush cracking the padded earth scarcely. He looks back on his home. He looks back on ruins.
His mother, Morganti Cree, stands by him, her warm but quivering hand, calloused and encrusted with sores, lays on his left shoulder. He can still hear her sobbing quietly. He can feel it. He can barely stand not giving himself over to the same misery.
"It... It will all be all right... We will live on. It will be okay," she whispers, more to calm her nerves and avoid the choking sobs that persist through her parched lips than to admit any reality, for the only reality now is that they have no hope.
His father, Karrel Cree, died last night. He had died when the squad of Aboronian soldiers had arrived at their doorstep. Aidan had watched as he refused them entry. Aidan had watched as they dragged the man outside, stubborn with his passion to protect his family and land, and tied him to a tree.
He remembers himself, his mother, and his sister, Mahra, being brought forcefully from their house to watch as his father was then flayed with a garden hoe, one of the few farm instruments his family could afford.
He remembers Mahra being slapped across the face and beaten until she fell to the cold, dark earth and bound with harsh ropes, dragged off into the night, and never seen again. He remembers the soldiers laughing, fondling and violating her, saying all the while, "The stupid peasant. He should have just listened and let us in. But now we have you to play with tonight, don't we, beautiful?"
He remembers his mother screaming at them, calling them every foul name she could muster, wringing her hands in fury. He remembers her running after Mahra, being beaten with a cudgel, and the soldiers dragging her back, barricading her in the house, and setting it alight with fire, the whole night sky glaring with a vile red.
She managed to get out by smashing a window, her hands and face sliced to bloody ribbons as she dragged herself through the broken glass to the relative freedom beyond.
Most of all, however, he remembers his anger.
And now, his focus returned to the dusk covering the field before him, Aidan remembered his purpose. His tightened his grip on his short sword, his soul burning once more with renewed anger as his home had burned just months before, and stood facing the high walls of Nyord Sardi. Opportunity had come.
With the countless thousands of other peasants around him, the time for revenge had come. Revolution was at hand.
Character-Driving Goals: Freedom and revenge.
This thread is for the sole purpose of [highlight]creating the characters[/highlight] to use in the corresponding Role-Play. There are a few [highlight]guidelines [/highlight]I will outline here and a bit of [highlight]extended information[/highlight] to take in to consideration when writing your character's [highlight]Personal History[/highlight] (which will be described below).
Guidelines:
* For your own benefit, please consider the following article on the Asrai: http://daysofamyorne.host56.com/show_art.php?artid=6. Also, humans can use magic, too (if anyone was wondering), but you most obey the same principles. For the most part, race is aesthetic.
** Because of the ruling style for a long time in Aboron, there really is no distinguishing of individual hamlets or such in the county. In his greed for power and wealth, and his fear of his own people, Count Reithwayr Aboron III and many of his predecessors ruled their domain so that no large concentration of people would form at any single point so that resistance would be weak. Nerogi (if you saw the map) is at large an exception to this rule because it is on the far side of the mountains and thus is mostly autonomous though it is still in the boundary of the county.
**(continued) Also, the Old Religion, which I have not unfortunately been able to write anything major up on yet besides what is in the other thread in this forum, is revered by all denizens of Amyorne. It is the base for the magical disciplines and many of the challenges in the world. If you choose to be some kind of aetheist or anti-religion person, well... It won't work very well. You will still have to obey all the magical precepts stated by it and observe the countless performances of its spirituality. Simply put: This is a fantasy- things like ghosts, witches, gods, and magic are all real.
Other things to take in to account: