Post by //|:Crim~Harrowmont:|\\ on May 23, 2010 22:23:59 GMT -5
Name: Crim "Legend" Harrowmont (First and last, desired nickname if applicable)
Contact: please email Amroth_is_forgotten@yahoo.com or Dracken_is_king@yahoo.com i check them both regularly.
character age: 21(a very young elf)
Alliance: Varden
Gender: male
Sexuality: Hetero (Hetero/bi/homosexual.)
Race: Elf
magical ability: moderate
swordsmanship: moderate to high
Archery and bowmanship: With Distinction
Occupation: none as of this moment, is going to try and join the Varden as soon as possible.
Physical Description: Crim harrowmont is a very young elf just pass his test into being considered no longer a child. his height at around six feet eleven inches tall is among the highest he knows of. his stature is that of a runner, in other words he is tall thin and wiry but coded with muscle, his legs and back are the most muscular feautre of his person as he is a runner and an archer, his forearms are somewhat less defined and still retain the grace of an elf.
his face is angular with sharp round edges, his ears are tall and pointed like the other members of his race, his eyes are slanted and angled slightly. his eyes are diffrent colors, one iris is gold while the other is emerald green. his cheeks are taut and his lips are somewhat full. he has no beard to speak of as he finds them repulsive on himself but is perfectly fine with others having them
his hair is pure starlit silver and is cropped short much diffrent than the norm of long hair for an elf, it frames his face with its medium length spikes near his face then gets more wild and spiky as it points backward and down. he has a metal piercing in his left ear.
he also has the tatoo of a phoenix on his shoulder. it is black dye and stands out against his tanned skin in the sunlight.
his clothes are usually pure white long vest with black leather trim. it has metal clasps at the top and the leather is bound together with knots. the samer material and style are used for the 'arm socks' he uses on his arms, they are white cloth and black leather and have a symbol upon the part that would cover the back of his hand. this is mirroed upon his left hand as well.
for pants he simply has a black leather breeches that are somewhat baggy but not completly, however the trim for this leather garment is white leather with red letters in the form of the ancient language wherever the seams meet.
Personality: Crim’s personality is that of a Knight of the court, as he got older he discovered the Code Of Chivalry. This code is now a major shaping block of his day to day routine, he always is respectful to others, particularly females, as it was written in the code that way. He is more respectful to those less fortunate than him and goes out his way to make even people whom he doesn’t know happy.
He is very active and serious, a deadly combination, he has large stores of energy and can always be seen with a coffee in his hands or on his person, some put alcohol in a metal flask, he puts Coffee.
Also there are certain rules to follow with Crim. Do not disrespect ladies in his presence, two do not disrespect his friends or family. Do not disrespect people lower than yourself, it makes you look like an egotistical ass and a man who feeds off the pain of others. There is no greater sin in his mind. You can insult him all you want, and often invites people to do so if it helps them relieve their anger, but do not disrespect his friends.
Other than those he is a very neat person and will always be cleaning if not his room then just walking randomly about just cleaning anything he thinks is dirty, he just likes cleaning, he also is moderately shy, he does like meeting new people, but is hard for him to approach anyone without deliberation on his part first (At least 300 words.)
Talents: crim is a very anytical elf, and he is also activce and serious which is a deadly combination. he uses this to his advantage and often goes for a day or two without sleep to see if he can function
he is skilled as any other elf in the arcane arts, he is not a master and not a novice, he is imbetween, although he has a cerain knack for creating spells that change very small things. such as instead of breakin a leg or arm with "jierda" instead he would simply targed the muscle of the lungs, or a tendon. this cripples a fighter beyond beliefe but is treatable...
he is a skilled swordsman, he is able to keep up with most fighters and is an expert at suddenly changing his style mid fight, this puts even experienced fighters off. he is also a very large user of feints, false stabs, and jumping attacks.
he is by far the most skilled in the use of his bow. he had it given to him by his mother whom recieved it from a dwarf whom she was friendly with. the bow is as tall as crims shoulders at six and a half feet. it is made of Kull horn and is a double recurve long bow. the draw weight far exceeds 218 pounds it is inlaid with red gold in the form of the ancient language it says along the limbs of the bow "burn the land boil the sea, you can never take the sky from me"[/b]
(At least 100 words.)
History: (At least 300 words.)
Crim was born on the fifth day in the third moon of winter. he was born veryearly in the morning and was a large child. he used his early years learning much and often walking in the woods with his mother whom doted him. his father was one of the scouts pledged to the Varden so he almost never saw him. when his father was returned home for several years, his father taught him the ways of magic, and swordsmanship. however it was his mother whom taught him the most of combat, introducing him to the bow and tutoring him long into the silence of Ellesmera. he is now 21, barely a man in the eyes of elves, and yet he is off to prove his worth to them... for he plans to join the varden, and set right this world any way he can.
RP Sample: Crim “legend” Harrowson was mopping, he was in an old hallway of the base just mopping, the simple repetitive strokes calmed his mind. He had been mauled while he was out as his avatar today, and the doctors where busy treating it. He heard the gently swishing of the mop, the gently hiss of the air conditioning and he felt better. It was funny that cleaning had such an affect on him but it did. After he cleaned that hallway, he radioed to the janitorial head and reported that he had done it and to not send someone to waste their time down there.
He then went back to his room and pulled out his sharkskin hat and put it on. He also grabbed his tranq and tucked it into his belt. He then headed for the exercise ground. He heard his boots calmly bouncing off the steel floor and after several minutes reached a ground level airlock, he pulled on a air mask and went outside and proceeded to do pushups and curls, he then ran 300 meters.
It was some time before he was done and he had only an hour of light left by now. “so much for fishing” he thought to himself for he had intended to see if he could catch some of the fish in the pond the Avatar Drivers had dug and put local species in. instead he made his way to the gardens and cleaned out a row of weeds then retired indoors, saluting several times as he passed scientists of rank and prestige.
When he made it back to his room he took off his clothes save for his cargo jeans and laid back on his cot waiting for his Avatar to be fixed. His last thought before he drifted off to slumber was that of his grandfather and the cane waiting to be shipped to Pandora.[ /b](At least 300 words. (ONLY NEEDED FOR FIRST BIO). Please write a post with the character you just created, and do not use a recycled post from a different game.) THIS IS RECYCLED FORM THE BOARDS OF THE LANDS OF PANDORA...
Contact: please email Amroth_is_forgotten@yahoo.com or Dracken_is_king@yahoo.com i check them both regularly.
character age: 21(a very young elf)
Alliance: Varden
Gender: male
Sexuality: Hetero (Hetero/bi/homosexual.)
Race: Elf
magical ability: moderate
swordsmanship: moderate to high
Archery and bowmanship: With Distinction
Occupation: none as of this moment, is going to try and join the Varden as soon as possible.
Physical Description: Crim harrowmont is a very young elf just pass his test into being considered no longer a child. his height at around six feet eleven inches tall is among the highest he knows of. his stature is that of a runner, in other words he is tall thin and wiry but coded with muscle, his legs and back are the most muscular feautre of his person as he is a runner and an archer, his forearms are somewhat less defined and still retain the grace of an elf.
his face is angular with sharp round edges, his ears are tall and pointed like the other members of his race, his eyes are slanted and angled slightly. his eyes are diffrent colors, one iris is gold while the other is emerald green. his cheeks are taut and his lips are somewhat full. he has no beard to speak of as he finds them repulsive on himself but is perfectly fine with others having them
his hair is pure starlit silver and is cropped short much diffrent than the norm of long hair for an elf, it frames his face with its medium length spikes near his face then gets more wild and spiky as it points backward and down. he has a metal piercing in his left ear.
he also has the tatoo of a phoenix on his shoulder. it is black dye and stands out against his tanned skin in the sunlight.
his clothes are usually pure white long vest with black leather trim. it has metal clasps at the top and the leather is bound together with knots. the samer material and style are used for the 'arm socks' he uses on his arms, they are white cloth and black leather and have a symbol upon the part that would cover the back of his hand. this is mirroed upon his left hand as well.
for pants he simply has a black leather breeches that are somewhat baggy but not completly, however the trim for this leather garment is white leather with red letters in the form of the ancient language wherever the seams meet.
Personality: Crim’s personality is that of a Knight of the court, as he got older he discovered the Code Of Chivalry. This code is now a major shaping block of his day to day routine, he always is respectful to others, particularly females, as it was written in the code that way. He is more respectful to those less fortunate than him and goes out his way to make even people whom he doesn’t know happy.
He is very active and serious, a deadly combination, he has large stores of energy and can always be seen with a coffee in his hands or on his person, some put alcohol in a metal flask, he puts Coffee.
Also there are certain rules to follow with Crim. Do not disrespect ladies in his presence, two do not disrespect his friends or family. Do not disrespect people lower than yourself, it makes you look like an egotistical ass and a man who feeds off the pain of others. There is no greater sin in his mind. You can insult him all you want, and often invites people to do so if it helps them relieve their anger, but do not disrespect his friends.
Other than those he is a very neat person and will always be cleaning if not his room then just walking randomly about just cleaning anything he thinks is dirty, he just likes cleaning, he also is moderately shy, he does like meeting new people, but is hard for him to approach anyone without deliberation on his part first (At least 300 words.)
Talents: crim is a very anytical elf, and he is also activce and serious which is a deadly combination. he uses this to his advantage and often goes for a day or two without sleep to see if he can function
he is skilled as any other elf in the arcane arts, he is not a master and not a novice, he is imbetween, although he has a cerain knack for creating spells that change very small things. such as instead of breakin a leg or arm with "jierda" instead he would simply targed the muscle of the lungs, or a tendon. this cripples a fighter beyond beliefe but is treatable...
he is a skilled swordsman, he is able to keep up with most fighters and is an expert at suddenly changing his style mid fight, this puts even experienced fighters off. he is also a very large user of feints, false stabs, and jumping attacks.
he is by far the most skilled in the use of his bow. he had it given to him by his mother whom recieved it from a dwarf whom she was friendly with. the bow is as tall as crims shoulders at six and a half feet. it is made of Kull horn and is a double recurve long bow. the draw weight far exceeds 218 pounds it is inlaid with red gold in the form of the ancient language it says along the limbs of the bow "burn the land boil the sea, you can never take the sky from me"[/b]
(At least 100 words.)
History: (At least 300 words.)
Crim was born on the fifth day in the third moon of winter. he was born veryearly in the morning and was a large child. he used his early years learning much and often walking in the woods with his mother whom doted him. his father was one of the scouts pledged to the Varden so he almost never saw him. when his father was returned home for several years, his father taught him the ways of magic, and swordsmanship. however it was his mother whom taught him the most of combat, introducing him to the bow and tutoring him long into the silence of Ellesmera. he is now 21, barely a man in the eyes of elves, and yet he is off to prove his worth to them... for he plans to join the varden, and set right this world any way he can.
RP Sample: Crim “legend” Harrowson was mopping, he was in an old hallway of the base just mopping, the simple repetitive strokes calmed his mind. He had been mauled while he was out as his avatar today, and the doctors where busy treating it. He heard the gently swishing of the mop, the gently hiss of the air conditioning and he felt better. It was funny that cleaning had such an affect on him but it did. After he cleaned that hallway, he radioed to the janitorial head and reported that he had done it and to not send someone to waste their time down there.
He then went back to his room and pulled out his sharkskin hat and put it on. He also grabbed his tranq and tucked it into his belt. He then headed for the exercise ground. He heard his boots calmly bouncing off the steel floor and after several minutes reached a ground level airlock, he pulled on a air mask and went outside and proceeded to do pushups and curls, he then ran 300 meters.
It was some time before he was done and he had only an hour of light left by now. “so much for fishing” he thought to himself for he had intended to see if he could catch some of the fish in the pond the Avatar Drivers had dug and put local species in. instead he made his way to the gardens and cleaned out a row of weeds then retired indoors, saluting several times as he passed scientists of rank and prestige.
When he made it back to his room he took off his clothes save for his cargo jeans and laid back on his cot waiting for his Avatar to be fixed. His last thought before he drifted off to slumber was that of his grandfather and the cane waiting to be shipped to Pandora.[ /b](At least 300 words. (ONLY NEEDED FOR FIRST BIO). Please write a post with the character you just created, and do not use a recycled post from a different game.) THIS IS RECYCLED FORM THE BOARDS OF THE LANDS OF PANDORA...
