Post by Firion on Jan 2, 2012 14:31:46 GMT -5
Name: Firion
-Call him “rosebud” and face the consequences.
Class: Rebel Leader, Weapons master
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Description
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 160 lbs
Body Type: Leanly muscled
Eyes: brown
Hair: silver
Skin Tone: Tanned from the amount of time he spends outdoors. He also bears numerous scars from his battles with Chaos’ forces. Scar Map
Clothing: Usually his armor, which is sky blue with darker accents. Under it he wears a soft blue, sleeveless jerkin with pants of a similar color. He had gold arm rings on both arms. Over this he wears a blue cape. On his head, he has a unique headscarf with several different prints in it and numerous beads.
When relaxing, he merely strips off his armor. Also, he keeps his two daggers on him at all times, tucked into sheaths on the side of his boots.
Personality: When in battle or facing down the enemy, Firion is a level-headed, fierce warrior who will defend his cause to the death with fiery passion. When in private or around allies, he’s rather shy and quiet. He’s especially nervous and jittery around women
Intelligence: Average
Sexuality: Open to experimentation
Other
Weapons: If he can pick it up, he can kill you with it. But his main arsenal when in battle consists of: spear, bow, axe, daggers, and a sword. And, yes, he can wield them all at once if need be. He isn’t called “The Weapons Master” for no good reason. He’s also proficient in hand-to-hand combat.
Abilities: As stated above, he is adept with any kind of weapon. He also can cast low-level magic (Thunder, Fire, and Blizzard).
Weaknesses: He can be rather easy to trick at times, it’s rather easy to earn his trust if you’re crafty enough. Also, the drawback of carrying so many weapons slows him down.
History
Firion was born near the town of Salamand. His birth parents were members of a traveling entertainer troupe, so they were always on the move when he was little. This was where he picked up his love of brightly colored fabrics as well as the headscarf he wears to this day. When he was five, the troupe was attacked by forces of the Chaos’s Empire while en route to the kingdom of Fynn. Firion survived the attack by hiding under his mother’s body and remaining very still until the soldiers left, having raided the troupe’s wagons for anything of value.
Luckily, he was found by soldiers of Fynn the next day, wandering around the woods covered in his mother’s blood in a dazed and confused state. He was quickly adopted by a merchant and his wife. The couple already had two children – Leon and Maria – and he was raised as their brother, but he swore his revenge on the Empire at an early age. Firion was always rather socially awkward, never having many friends so he threw himself into training with any type of weapon he could get his hands on whenever he had free time.
He finally had his chance to exact revenge on the Empire when they attacked Fynn, taking it over. He managed to escape with his siblings, but as soon as they got into the woods surrounding Fynn a rouge group of Chaos’ soldiers found and attacked them, leaving the three for dead. Firion doesn’t remember exactly how he survived this time nor does he know what happened to his adopted siblings, but he does remember the warm and loving presence of a female goddess…
Some way or another, Firion managed to make his way to the new capital city of Chaos’ Empire, deciding that it’s high time someone try and stop Chaos. So now, while the dark god is off conquering other lands, Firion will fight against the Ten, hoping to crumble Chaos’s Empire from the inside out. However, he knows he can’t do it alone, allies are needed, but from where will they come?
-Call him “rosebud” and face the consequences.
Class: Rebel Leader, Weapons master
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Description
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 160 lbs
Body Type: Leanly muscled
Eyes: brown
Hair: silver
Skin Tone: Tanned from the amount of time he spends outdoors. He also bears numerous scars from his battles with Chaos’ forces. Scar Map
Clothing: Usually his armor, which is sky blue with darker accents. Under it he wears a soft blue, sleeveless jerkin with pants of a similar color. He had gold arm rings on both arms. Over this he wears a blue cape. On his head, he has a unique headscarf with several different prints in it and numerous beads.
When relaxing, he merely strips off his armor. Also, he keeps his two daggers on him at all times, tucked into sheaths on the side of his boots.
Personality: When in battle or facing down the enemy, Firion is a level-headed, fierce warrior who will defend his cause to the death with fiery passion. When in private or around allies, he’s rather shy and quiet. He’s especially nervous and jittery around women
Intelligence: Average
Sexuality: Open to experimentation
Other
Weapons: If he can pick it up, he can kill you with it. But his main arsenal when in battle consists of: spear, bow, axe, daggers, and a sword. And, yes, he can wield them all at once if need be. He isn’t called “The Weapons Master” for no good reason. He’s also proficient in hand-to-hand combat.
Abilities: As stated above, he is adept with any kind of weapon. He also can cast low-level magic (Thunder, Fire, and Blizzard).
Weaknesses: He can be rather easy to trick at times, it’s rather easy to earn his trust if you’re crafty enough. Also, the drawback of carrying so many weapons slows him down.
History
Firion was born near the town of Salamand. His birth parents were members of a traveling entertainer troupe, so they were always on the move when he was little. This was where he picked up his love of brightly colored fabrics as well as the headscarf he wears to this day. When he was five, the troupe was attacked by forces of the Chaos’s Empire while en route to the kingdom of Fynn. Firion survived the attack by hiding under his mother’s body and remaining very still until the soldiers left, having raided the troupe’s wagons for anything of value.
Luckily, he was found by soldiers of Fynn the next day, wandering around the woods covered in his mother’s blood in a dazed and confused state. He was quickly adopted by a merchant and his wife. The couple already had two children – Leon and Maria – and he was raised as their brother, but he swore his revenge on the Empire at an early age. Firion was always rather socially awkward, never having many friends so he threw himself into training with any type of weapon he could get his hands on whenever he had free time.
He finally had his chance to exact revenge on the Empire when they attacked Fynn, taking it over. He managed to escape with his siblings, but as soon as they got into the woods surrounding Fynn a rouge group of Chaos’ soldiers found and attacked them, leaving the three for dead. Firion doesn’t remember exactly how he survived this time nor does he know what happened to his adopted siblings, but he does remember the warm and loving presence of a female goddess…
Some way or another, Firion managed to make his way to the new capital city of Chaos’ Empire, deciding that it’s high time someone try and stop Chaos. So now, while the dark god is off conquering other lands, Firion will fight against the Ten, hoping to crumble Chaos’s Empire from the inside out. However, he knows he can’t do it alone, allies are needed, but from where will they come?
