Post by Wild Dog on Jul 22, 2010 18:18:26 GMT -5
Quick note. Does not need to be accepted, unless an opening can be for a Shade. Alright done. If there is no problems with it, then I will save it for later. if there is, please, reply. Of course, I will be working on it, tweaking some minor details, but this is the first draft. the role-playing still needs to be written, but I have no idea when i will get to it. Hopefully soon.
Name: Ryoushii
Age: Undetermined, even by himself. Though, in his mind, he thinks himself twenty-three
Race: Shade
Appearance:
Ryoushii is a tall shade. Once, he used to be an elf, which is shown through his body. Long red hair, tied in the back. Strong hands allow him to fight with no weapons, which he prefers. His face has an arrogant cast to it, even if he is a coward. His eyes are what sets him apart. Instead of a colored iris and white outer-ring, his whole eye is burnished gold. Few would have the courage to comment that his eyes aren't human, but wolf. They would be right. When the Shade walks, he walks with a graceful stride. At all times, he is looking, searching for enemies, opportunities, and targets. His teeth are filed down to a point.
When human, he wears typical clothing for the town/situation. A hood ensures that his tell-tale hair is hidden. He isn't above the idea on using a cloth as a veil, covering his face except for his eyes. His boots are usually tall, black military boots. Many of his captors have been surprised to discover a hidden blade at the toe. His cloak can hide many things, from knives to an assortment of poisons.
As for weapons, Ryoushii is not an accomplished swordsman. Better with knives, he does most of his fighting hand-to-hand. His employers believe it is a weakness, but he ignores them. So what, he could always fall back into using magic. He isn't an accomplished magician. But when situation demands it he can get out of most scenarios.
Because the spirit that took control of the unfortunate elven youth, torments him, he sometimes slips back into the form of the wolf that he killed. When a wolf, he is a large wolf, even by his standards. He is white with gray and brown streaks on is fur. His teeth are sharp enough to cut through chain-mail. He can run for days, not very fast, but a feat no human can accomplish it.
Personality: Because of the spirit the controls him, he isn't a normal elf. Ruthless, cunning, evil, and malcontent of the world, Ryoushii is at odds with the world. Not satisfied by being controlled by the Empire, he longs to be free. However, the spirit driving Ryoushii is quite evil, he ends up working for the empire. They give him free reign though, because his tendency to change sides if things weren't going his way.
When fighting, Ryoushii goes after the weaker and defenseless. Much like a wolf. When using his knives, he prefers ambushes and controlled environments. When he is a wolf he stalks in targets out. Hamstringing them, and ripping their throats out. The taste of human blood in terrible to him, but elven blood is a feast.
Because a wolf's spirit was entwined in his, he has an unnatural sense of smell. He can smell, emotions, the weather, and even certain people. However, it is very hard to pick out a single person in a crowd. Because, he is always testing the air, looking for potential enemies, he is often occupied and misses much with his eyes.
Of magic, Ryoushii has very little talent. He can't lift a rock if his life depended on it. The spirit takes so much energy to keep the wolf spirit infused with Ryoushii's that it can do little else.
History:
Ryoushii was born Torval Lund in the forest of the elven nation. His parents were accomplished soldiers, but He didn't amount to anything in his parents eyes. As a child, he disdained anything related to nature. His heart was in metal and wheels and moving contraptions. When he would walk outside, he would only marvel at how little brains nature had.
That didn't last long, until he was 23. While walking out in the field a winter long ago, he stumbled upon a battle scene. Three wolves had cornered a stag and were attempting to kill it. The stag, broke free of the hunters and scampered off. Ready to prove that animals were stupid, he followed. Seeing the beasts apparently losing interest in the query, he was about to turn around when the wolves turned on him. They figured that an elf youth would be easy prey. Eyes flashing, they leaped for his knee and hamstrung him. Unable to run, he stared up at his attackers, cursing them in elven. The wolves took no notice and waited for him to die in the cold. SO great was his terror, that Torval yelled out, asking anything or anybody to help him. A spirit heard him and offered to help him. With strength renewed, he fought and killed two of the wolves. One escaped. Once again, Torval asked the spirit to help him hunt down and kill the remaining offender. Little did he realize that a spirits seemingly innocent had a barbed hook attached. With the remaining wolves blood dripping from his hand, the spirit took control of Torval's body.
From then on, Torval was known as Ryoushii. The spirit tormented what was left of Torval's spirit, infusing the wolfs spirit with his own. This caused him to shift his form into that of the wounded wolfs. As a result, the spirit had to control, theoretically, two bodies, making magic or feats of strength impossible.
Ryoushii wondered into the wilderness, cursing himself ant that wolf that ruined his life. Slowly, the spirit gained more control and set him on a path. Far away, events of the world were shifting. Dragon riders were dying out, all until there was one left. Before Ryoushii felt ready to challenge the world, events exploded again. New dragon riders were popping up. Worthy adversaries were once again abundant. Ryoushii pledged that he would become a rider hunter.
Things did not go as planned. He was too weak compared to other shades to anything drastic. He could barely keep his skin when fighting a magician, however weak. He was dragged into service for the empire, as a scout. But he became a nightmare to average soldiers.
Role-playing example:
Ryoushii watched the man before him. His elongated nose made him look like a hawk, staring down lunch. His eyes burned with a fervor. Ryoushii didn't even bother with his scent, he knew that he was quite mad. Devotion almost to the point of worship mulled the senses of the man, pointed to the empire. Such devotion sickened the shade. The man nervously fumbled with his sword. Ryoushii didn't blame him. All the soldiers feared him, at least the minor ones. The officers didn't pay too cents about his being. But the common soldiers, they were scared out of their minds of him. Rumors and stories helped a bit, he admitted, but even far-flung stories had a bit of truth. In his case, a boulder. Tales of a half man half wolf warrior were used too train new recruits into listening to the commanding officer.
Name: Ryoushii
Age: Undetermined, even by himself. Though, in his mind, he thinks himself twenty-three
Race: Shade
Appearance:
Ryoushii is a tall shade. Once, he used to be an elf, which is shown through his body. Long red hair, tied in the back. Strong hands allow him to fight with no weapons, which he prefers. His face has an arrogant cast to it, even if he is a coward. His eyes are what sets him apart. Instead of a colored iris and white outer-ring, his whole eye is burnished gold. Few would have the courage to comment that his eyes aren't human, but wolf. They would be right. When the Shade walks, he walks with a graceful stride. At all times, he is looking, searching for enemies, opportunities, and targets. His teeth are filed down to a point.
When human, he wears typical clothing for the town/situation. A hood ensures that his tell-tale hair is hidden. He isn't above the idea on using a cloth as a veil, covering his face except for his eyes. His boots are usually tall, black military boots. Many of his captors have been surprised to discover a hidden blade at the toe. His cloak can hide many things, from knives to an assortment of poisons.
As for weapons, Ryoushii is not an accomplished swordsman. Better with knives, he does most of his fighting hand-to-hand. His employers believe it is a weakness, but he ignores them. So what, he could always fall back into using magic. He isn't an accomplished magician. But when situation demands it he can get out of most scenarios.
Because the spirit that took control of the unfortunate elven youth, torments him, he sometimes slips back into the form of the wolf that he killed. When a wolf, he is a large wolf, even by his standards. He is white with gray and brown streaks on is fur. His teeth are sharp enough to cut through chain-mail. He can run for days, not very fast, but a feat no human can accomplish it.
Personality: Because of the spirit the controls him, he isn't a normal elf. Ruthless, cunning, evil, and malcontent of the world, Ryoushii is at odds with the world. Not satisfied by being controlled by the Empire, he longs to be free. However, the spirit driving Ryoushii is quite evil, he ends up working for the empire. They give him free reign though, because his tendency to change sides if things weren't going his way.
When fighting, Ryoushii goes after the weaker and defenseless. Much like a wolf. When using his knives, he prefers ambushes and controlled environments. When he is a wolf he stalks in targets out. Hamstringing them, and ripping their throats out. The taste of human blood in terrible to him, but elven blood is a feast.
Because a wolf's spirit was entwined in his, he has an unnatural sense of smell. He can smell, emotions, the weather, and even certain people. However, it is very hard to pick out a single person in a crowd. Because, he is always testing the air, looking for potential enemies, he is often occupied and misses much with his eyes.
Of magic, Ryoushii has very little talent. He can't lift a rock if his life depended on it. The spirit takes so much energy to keep the wolf spirit infused with Ryoushii's that it can do little else.
History:
Ryoushii was born Torval Lund in the forest of the elven nation. His parents were accomplished soldiers, but He didn't amount to anything in his parents eyes. As a child, he disdained anything related to nature. His heart was in metal and wheels and moving contraptions. When he would walk outside, he would only marvel at how little brains nature had.
That didn't last long, until he was 23. While walking out in the field a winter long ago, he stumbled upon a battle scene. Three wolves had cornered a stag and were attempting to kill it. The stag, broke free of the hunters and scampered off. Ready to prove that animals were stupid, he followed. Seeing the beasts apparently losing interest in the query, he was about to turn around when the wolves turned on him. They figured that an elf youth would be easy prey. Eyes flashing, they leaped for his knee and hamstrung him. Unable to run, he stared up at his attackers, cursing them in elven. The wolves took no notice and waited for him to die in the cold. SO great was his terror, that Torval yelled out, asking anything or anybody to help him. A spirit heard him and offered to help him. With strength renewed, he fought and killed two of the wolves. One escaped. Once again, Torval asked the spirit to help him hunt down and kill the remaining offender. Little did he realize that a spirits seemingly innocent had a barbed hook attached. With the remaining wolves blood dripping from his hand, the spirit took control of Torval's body.
From then on, Torval was known as Ryoushii. The spirit tormented what was left of Torval's spirit, infusing the wolfs spirit with his own. This caused him to shift his form into that of the wounded wolfs. As a result, the spirit had to control, theoretically, two bodies, making magic or feats of strength impossible.
Ryoushii wondered into the wilderness, cursing himself ant that wolf that ruined his life. Slowly, the spirit gained more control and set him on a path. Far away, events of the world were shifting. Dragon riders were dying out, all until there was one left. Before Ryoushii felt ready to challenge the world, events exploded again. New dragon riders were popping up. Worthy adversaries were once again abundant. Ryoushii pledged that he would become a rider hunter.
Things did not go as planned. He was too weak compared to other shades to anything drastic. He could barely keep his skin when fighting a magician, however weak. He was dragged into service for the empire, as a scout. But he became a nightmare to average soldiers.
Role-playing example:
Ryoushii watched the man before him. His elongated nose made him look like a hawk, staring down lunch. His eyes burned with a fervor. Ryoushii didn't even bother with his scent, he knew that he was quite mad. Devotion almost to the point of worship mulled the senses of the man, pointed to the empire. Such devotion sickened the shade. The man nervously fumbled with his sword. Ryoushii didn't blame him. All the soldiers feared him, at least the minor ones. The officers didn't pay too cents about his being. But the common soldiers, they were scared out of their minds of him. Rumors and stories helped a bit, he admitted, but even far-flung stories had a bit of truth. In his case, a boulder. Tales of a half man half wolf warrior were used too train new recruits into listening to the commanding officer.
