Post by Ashkii on Nov 21, 2009 13:05:59 GMT -5
Name:
Murtagh Morzansson
Age:
20
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Murtagh is a young man with brooding dark gray eyes, medium length dark brown hair, and a clean-shaven face. He is deeply tanned with a muscled physique, and stands at a proud 6’2. Across Murtagh's back is an extensive, hideous scar, reaching from his right shoulder to his left hip.
When not in battle he dons simple traveling clothes, usually brown or gray in color. When in battle he wears a suit of lustrous steel body armor. His weapon is his father’s sword, Zar’roc.
Personality:
Murtagh is cool-headed, able to control his emotions. Due to his childhood he has an endless sense of danger, making him suspicious and solitary, suspicious of everyone. Murtagh cares for his own life and Thorn’s more than anyone else. Murtagh is also very clever and determined. He has protected his mind from most, shielding it with almost impassable walls. Murtagh is very stubborn, and won’t change his mind once he’s made a decision. He’ll stick with it until the end.
History:
Murtagh’s life has been an unhappy one. He was taken from his mother at birth, and was only allowed to visit her every few months. She eventually disappeared, much to Murtagh’s dismay. When Murtagh was three, his father, Morzan, threw his sword at him when he was drunk. The sword cut a long gash into the child’s back, and from this day on the scar is a reminder of his father. On his 18th birthday, Murtagh was invited to join Galbatorix for dinner. Strangely, the king was in a good mood. He offered Murtagh his “friendship” and Murtagh accepted. However, the young man realized it had been a mistake when the king ordered to take a group of soldiers and slaughter the village of Cantos, without seeing if the people were guilty of their perceived crimes or not. That night Murtagh and his teacher fled Urû'baen. Murtagh’s teacher was killed during the escape, and Murtagh was alone as he continued to flee. He eventually met Eragon and was convinced to travel with him to the Varden. Once they reached the Varden he was taken prisoner, for he would not let them probe his mind. It was his only sanctuary, and he would not give it up. During the Battle under Farthen Dûr, Murtagh was allowed to fight, but was captured and taken back to Galbatorix. After being tortured for his rebellion, Murtagh was shown one of the remaining dragon eggs. That was when his dragon, Thorn, was hatched for him. Galbatorix made him and Thorn swear his allegiance to him in the ancient language, thus forcing his loyalty to the evil king. Since then he has fought Eragon multiple times, never capturing his half-brother – Murtagh has found ways around his oath to Galbatorix and has never taken his brother hostage – and still clings to the hope he can be freed from the evil king.
Roleplaying example:
This sample is from a wolf roleplaying site. I suck, so don’t get excited.
It was peaceful, sitting there with Malefice. The stars twinkled overhead, and the only sound was that of the wind gently whistling around them and the gurgling of the water. Looking up, Kelsen gazed at the millions of stars, wondering what sort of beings they were, what they were made up of. The Guardian had put a lot of time into her creation, Kelsen figured, for he had no idea what the stars were and every idea he came up with sounded sillier than the next. Perhaps, like the old stories said, they were the souls of the dead wolves from centuries past looking down on them, keeping an eye on the world. But if that was so, then wouldn’t they have stopped the humans from attacking? Kelsen closed his eyes, realizing that he would never know, would never even begin to comprehend the secrets the goddess hid from them. In a way, Kelsen was glad. He didn’t want to know every dark secret of the world. No, he was fine being a simple wolf; a simple wolf with a lovely female at his side. As his thoughts returned to Malefice, Kelsen couldn’t help but feel a tug at his heart. She was so beautiful, with her emerald orbs and white pelt, the perfect she-wolf, the envy of every other fae. Well, at least she was in his eyes. And yet, if he truly felt this way, why did his thoughts return to Ashura or even the forbidden fantasy of himself and Okami from time to time? If he sincerely felt like he loved Malefice, why did he feel hesitant to tell her, not sure if he could voice what he felt? It was a mystery to him, and the male didn’t know how to find the answer. Was it because Malefice hadn’t made a move, gave no indication that she felt more for him than she let on? Whatever the reason, Kelsen was in no hurry to expose his true feelings. So, with a content sigh, he wrapped his bushy tail around her, although his every movement was that of a friend. A best friend. Nothing more, despite what he may have wished.
How did you find us?
Thorn asked if I’d like to join. ^^
Murtagh Morzansson
Age:
20
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Murtagh is a young man with brooding dark gray eyes, medium length dark brown hair, and a clean-shaven face. He is deeply tanned with a muscled physique, and stands at a proud 6’2. Across Murtagh's back is an extensive, hideous scar, reaching from his right shoulder to his left hip.
When not in battle he dons simple traveling clothes, usually brown or gray in color. When in battle he wears a suit of lustrous steel body armor. His weapon is his father’s sword, Zar’roc.
Personality:
Murtagh is cool-headed, able to control his emotions. Due to his childhood he has an endless sense of danger, making him suspicious and solitary, suspicious of everyone. Murtagh cares for his own life and Thorn’s more than anyone else. Murtagh is also very clever and determined. He has protected his mind from most, shielding it with almost impassable walls. Murtagh is very stubborn, and won’t change his mind once he’s made a decision. He’ll stick with it until the end.
History:
Murtagh’s life has been an unhappy one. He was taken from his mother at birth, and was only allowed to visit her every few months. She eventually disappeared, much to Murtagh’s dismay. When Murtagh was three, his father, Morzan, threw his sword at him when he was drunk. The sword cut a long gash into the child’s back, and from this day on the scar is a reminder of his father. On his 18th birthday, Murtagh was invited to join Galbatorix for dinner. Strangely, the king was in a good mood. He offered Murtagh his “friendship” and Murtagh accepted. However, the young man realized it had been a mistake when the king ordered to take a group of soldiers and slaughter the village of Cantos, without seeing if the people were guilty of their perceived crimes or not. That night Murtagh and his teacher fled Urû'baen. Murtagh’s teacher was killed during the escape, and Murtagh was alone as he continued to flee. He eventually met Eragon and was convinced to travel with him to the Varden. Once they reached the Varden he was taken prisoner, for he would not let them probe his mind. It was his only sanctuary, and he would not give it up. During the Battle under Farthen Dûr, Murtagh was allowed to fight, but was captured and taken back to Galbatorix. After being tortured for his rebellion, Murtagh was shown one of the remaining dragon eggs. That was when his dragon, Thorn, was hatched for him. Galbatorix made him and Thorn swear his allegiance to him in the ancient language, thus forcing his loyalty to the evil king. Since then he has fought Eragon multiple times, never capturing his half-brother – Murtagh has found ways around his oath to Galbatorix and has never taken his brother hostage – and still clings to the hope he can be freed from the evil king.
Roleplaying example:
This sample is from a wolf roleplaying site. I suck, so don’t get excited.
It was peaceful, sitting there with Malefice. The stars twinkled overhead, and the only sound was that of the wind gently whistling around them and the gurgling of the water. Looking up, Kelsen gazed at the millions of stars, wondering what sort of beings they were, what they were made up of. The Guardian had put a lot of time into her creation, Kelsen figured, for he had no idea what the stars were and every idea he came up with sounded sillier than the next. Perhaps, like the old stories said, they were the souls of the dead wolves from centuries past looking down on them, keeping an eye on the world. But if that was so, then wouldn’t they have stopped the humans from attacking? Kelsen closed his eyes, realizing that he would never know, would never even begin to comprehend the secrets the goddess hid from them. In a way, Kelsen was glad. He didn’t want to know every dark secret of the world. No, he was fine being a simple wolf; a simple wolf with a lovely female at his side. As his thoughts returned to Malefice, Kelsen couldn’t help but feel a tug at his heart. She was so beautiful, with her emerald orbs and white pelt, the perfect she-wolf, the envy of every other fae. Well, at least she was in his eyes. And yet, if he truly felt this way, why did his thoughts return to Ashura or even the forbidden fantasy of himself and Okami from time to time? If he sincerely felt like he loved Malefice, why did he feel hesitant to tell her, not sure if he could voice what he felt? It was a mystery to him, and the male didn’t know how to find the answer. Was it because Malefice hadn’t made a move, gave no indication that she felt more for him than she let on? Whatever the reason, Kelsen was in no hurry to expose his true feelings. So, with a content sigh, he wrapped his bushy tail around her, although his every movement was that of a friend. A best friend. Nothing more, despite what he may have wished.
How did you find us?
Thorn asked if I’d like to join. ^^