Post by demonspain on Sept 21, 2009 22:10:42 GMT -6
Name: Sciathán Arscáth
Gender: male
Age: 24
Position: Rogue Dragon Rider
City/Town: originally from Réimse (a small farming community)
Appearance: 5' 12, slim, his shoulder length hair is blond with red highlights which constantly falls into his intense but rather lazy looking blue eyes (only intense when interested or when he drops his guard) which are placed in a rather catlike face.
He wears a white sleeveless long coat with blue edging, often seen with a long dusty dark grey traveling greatcoat, black suade boots with leather buckles.
Personality: seemingly lazy and perpetually bored, Sciathán
is actually quite the opposite. He truly dislikes loudmouths and other such annoying people, as well as those who would destroy nature. He is slightly vain about his hair, this means that he prefers it to always look roguishly cool but not messy.
Preferring silence to noise he is quiet, but likes to be heard. However, when it comes to torturing others he prefers a loud noise level.
He shows a fondness to animals he has never shown to a human and he prefers night to daylight as the sunlight hurts his sensitive eyes.
He can seem quite nice when he wants to but had an intense distrust of people (especially 'Good' people). His basic thoughts on Good and Evil are simple. There is none. It's all a matter of perception really and that since he is impossibly Evil, anyone who is 'Good' are his auto automatic enemies. After all, since he is Evil, there is no way they will ever accept him and will try to kill him. All he can do is run or strike first.
History:In his youth, born in the countryside on a farm, Sciathán grew up surrounded by vast fields and woodlands, an ideal place for a dreamer. However with two older parents and an entire farm to tend, Sciathán never really had too much dream time. Born a sickly child, his mother became depressed soon after his birth, for she knew that most children of elder women usually died earlier on. His born weakness did nothing to console her. However, it soon became apparent that his health weakness wouldn't stop him anytime soon. As soon as he understood that he was Physically weak he decided to make up for it however he could. Building his Stamina and his determination, he could soon outwork, not only his father, but any other boy in the farming village too!
Soon after, when he was 7, Síocháin was born. However, unlike Sciathán, she could not overcome the infant fever that took hold of her for the next few years of her short life. She died at age five. His father, died soon after in despair.
That year he did his best to keep his mother's spirits up, ignoring his own pain. They both stayed in an isolated state of shock and mourning until one day when a gang; wearing uniforms of the old kings Guard, rampaged through Réimse and destroyed everything he knew and loved. Running from life, he made his way deep into the woods and made his way through that time in his life as a rogue. Teaching himself the skills he needed to survive, he soon became for feral than human.
During his time in the mountains he stumbles onto the territory of a female dragon who was having trouble in childbirth. Trying to help her, he watched as another life passed before his eyes...
RP sample: Tears streamed down his face as the gigantic creature grew cold next to him.
"I'm Sorry!" He yelled, "I'm sorry, forgive me..please..."
Time lost meaning as he cried. He wept for his father, for his mother, for Réimse, for his sister and for Her. But he was soon exausted, hungry and cold.
Something bumped into him as he rose, sniffling. Looking down he saw a large oblong object. It was dim out, so it had no colour as far as he could tell, but as he picked it up he knew what it was.
Gently he hugged the egg close to him.
"Don't worry", he whispered, "you're not alone."
Code (only required if first bio): Stealth
Gender: male
Age: 24
Position: Rogue Dragon Rider
City/Town: originally from Réimse (a small farming community)
Appearance: 5' 12, slim, his shoulder length hair is blond with red highlights which constantly falls into his intense but rather lazy looking blue eyes (only intense when interested or when he drops his guard) which are placed in a rather catlike face.
He wears a white sleeveless long coat with blue edging, often seen with a long dusty dark grey traveling greatcoat, black suade boots with leather buckles.
Personality: seemingly lazy and perpetually bored, Sciathán
is actually quite the opposite. He truly dislikes loudmouths and other such annoying people, as well as those who would destroy nature. He is slightly vain about his hair, this means that he prefers it to always look roguishly cool but not messy.
Preferring silence to noise he is quiet, but likes to be heard. However, when it comes to torturing others he prefers a loud noise level.
He shows a fondness to animals he has never shown to a human and he prefers night to daylight as the sunlight hurts his sensitive eyes.
He can seem quite nice when he wants to but had an intense distrust of people (especially 'Good' people). His basic thoughts on Good and Evil are simple. There is none. It's all a matter of perception really and that since he is impossibly Evil, anyone who is 'Good' are his auto automatic enemies. After all, since he is Evil, there is no way they will ever accept him and will try to kill him. All he can do is run or strike first.
History:In his youth, born in the countryside on a farm, Sciathán grew up surrounded by vast fields and woodlands, an ideal place for a dreamer. However with two older parents and an entire farm to tend, Sciathán never really had too much dream time. Born a sickly child, his mother became depressed soon after his birth, for she knew that most children of elder women usually died earlier on. His born weakness did nothing to console her. However, it soon became apparent that his health weakness wouldn't stop him anytime soon. As soon as he understood that he was Physically weak he decided to make up for it however he could. Building his Stamina and his determination, he could soon outwork, not only his father, but any other boy in the farming village too!
Soon after, when he was 7, Síocháin was born. However, unlike Sciathán, she could not overcome the infant fever that took hold of her for the next few years of her short life. She died at age five. His father, died soon after in despair.
That year he did his best to keep his mother's spirits up, ignoring his own pain. They both stayed in an isolated state of shock and mourning until one day when a gang; wearing uniforms of the old kings Guard, rampaged through Réimse and destroyed everything he knew and loved. Running from life, he made his way deep into the woods and made his way through that time in his life as a rogue. Teaching himself the skills he needed to survive, he soon became for feral than human.
During his time in the mountains he stumbles onto the territory of a female dragon who was having trouble in childbirth. Trying to help her, he watched as another life passed before his eyes...
RP sample: Tears streamed down his face as the gigantic creature grew cold next to him.
"I'm Sorry!" He yelled, "I'm sorry, forgive me..please..."
Time lost meaning as he cried. He wept for his father, for his mother, for Réimse, for his sister and for Her. But he was soon exausted, hungry and cold.
Something bumped into him as he rose, sniffling. Looking down he saw a large oblong object. It was dim out, so it had no colour as far as he could tell, but as he picked it up he knew what it was.
Gently he hugged the egg close to him.
"Don't worry", he whispered, "you're not alone."
Code (only required if first bio): Stealth
