Post by balder on Sept 23, 2010 17:29:23 GMT -5
Name: Balder Koning
Age: 19
Race: Human
Appearance: Balder is tall - 6' even - and well built, though no stocky. He has close cut light brown, almost bronze hair and deep, deep brown eyes bordering on black. He weighs about 180lbs but can move in utter silence. He has the words "Est Sularus Oth Mithas"(My Honor Is My Life) tattooed on his right arm. On his shoulder are the words "Wyrd bið ful aræd" (Fate is inexorable). Also he generally wears a black leather shirt and leggings. He carries a 3' , 2" wide emerald green sword made by his own hands.(He had a spell placed on it to change the color.)
He has a low, deep voice that at time is almost a monotone.
Personality: Balder prefers to keep his thoughts and feelings hidden from most people. There are very few that he calls friends. Though he normally tries to be nice he can often be sarcastic and acerbic. He tends to plan things very carefully, but when the time comes he throws caution to the wind. While he loves to laugh he often finds things amusing that many others don't. He believes in his own unique brand of honor which involves always keeping his word, by whatever means necessary. When talking he often gets quite animated and passionate. He love disscusing just about anything and is always ready to admit he's wrong, if you can prove it to him.
History: Balder is the son of a smith from Gil'ead. His father had been in the army. When he left he had set up a smithy in Gil'ead. During a trip to Surda to buy iron, he met Balder's mother and married her. Because she was part of the Varden he moved, first to Surda, then to Tronjheim where Balder was born. He had a fairly normal childhood, growing up among humans, dwarfs, and the occasional elf. When Balder turned 10 his father apprenticed him to a dwarf smith for 5 years. During that time he was also trained by the Varden as a soldier and tracker. He was taught how to do many things, including shield his mind, fight with a sword, and track a man through almost any terrain. While he is agile and sure-footed he is still learning swordsmanship. Balder also forged his sword, Wyrda, during this time under his teacher guidance. At the age of 16 he was set to tracking outlaws and spies in the Beor Mountains. For the next 2 years he did so, bringing in almost 2 dozen men alive and a dozen more dead. After that he left and began to travel to learn more about fighting, tracking, and anything else. Not to mention to have adventures.
Roleplaying example:
Balder sighed. "You know, this makes, what? 3 times I've brought you in?" he asked the fat man who was lying on the ground dazed. Grinning he sheathed his sword and knelt down to tie the mans hands behind his back. The man, Halon, groaned in pain as Balder made him stand up. With a push Balder propelled him across the campsite Halon had made toward his horses. Walking over and lifting him up Balder sat him in the saddle of his extra horse and tied him to it. "You can't take me back. They'll hang me this time,"he whined. Balder simply started laughing. "Souldda thought of that, eh? I told you last time to run farther and faster." he replied when the laughing fit subsided. Drawing his sword he stepped closer to the fat man. Placing the point of his sword at his throat he spoke softly,"I should kill you now. Save 'em the trouble of findin' a rope that will hold you." Stepping back he sighed again. "Lucky for you, you're worth more alive than dead. So you'll live a few extra days. Plus I don't want to sully Wyrda with your blood." Sheathing his blade once again he mounted his horse and grabbed the reigns of Halon's horse. Looking to his side at Halon he said,"Didn't I tell you to not mess with women when they say no. I mean what did you get out of it? A hanging is all I can see." When the fat man began to reply he leaned over and punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. "Ahhh. Silence." Laughing again he began to head back to the Varden.
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Age: 19
Race: Human
Appearance: Balder is tall - 6' even - and well built, though no stocky. He has close cut light brown, almost bronze hair and deep, deep brown eyes bordering on black. He weighs about 180lbs but can move in utter silence. He has the words "Est Sularus Oth Mithas"(My Honor Is My Life) tattooed on his right arm. On his shoulder are the words "Wyrd bið ful aræd" (Fate is inexorable). Also he generally wears a black leather shirt and leggings. He carries a 3' , 2" wide emerald green sword made by his own hands.(He had a spell placed on it to change the color.)
He has a low, deep voice that at time is almost a monotone.
Personality: Balder prefers to keep his thoughts and feelings hidden from most people. There are very few that he calls friends. Though he normally tries to be nice he can often be sarcastic and acerbic. He tends to plan things very carefully, but when the time comes he throws caution to the wind. While he loves to laugh he often finds things amusing that many others don't. He believes in his own unique brand of honor which involves always keeping his word, by whatever means necessary. When talking he often gets quite animated and passionate. He love disscusing just about anything and is always ready to admit he's wrong, if you can prove it to him.
History: Balder is the son of a smith from Gil'ead. His father had been in the army. When he left he had set up a smithy in Gil'ead. During a trip to Surda to buy iron, he met Balder's mother and married her. Because she was part of the Varden he moved, first to Surda, then to Tronjheim where Balder was born. He had a fairly normal childhood, growing up among humans, dwarfs, and the occasional elf. When Balder turned 10 his father apprenticed him to a dwarf smith for 5 years. During that time he was also trained by the Varden as a soldier and tracker. He was taught how to do many things, including shield his mind, fight with a sword, and track a man through almost any terrain. While he is agile and sure-footed he is still learning swordsmanship. Balder also forged his sword, Wyrda, during this time under his teacher guidance. At the age of 16 he was set to tracking outlaws and spies in the Beor Mountains. For the next 2 years he did so, bringing in almost 2 dozen men alive and a dozen more dead. After that he left and began to travel to learn more about fighting, tracking, and anything else. Not to mention to have adventures.
Roleplaying example:
Balder sighed. "You know, this makes, what? 3 times I've brought you in?" he asked the fat man who was lying on the ground dazed. Grinning he sheathed his sword and knelt down to tie the mans hands behind his back. The man, Halon, groaned in pain as Balder made him stand up. With a push Balder propelled him across the campsite Halon had made toward his horses. Walking over and lifting him up Balder sat him in the saddle of his extra horse and tied him to it. "You can't take me back. They'll hang me this time,"he whined. Balder simply started laughing. "Souldda thought of that, eh? I told you last time to run farther and faster." he replied when the laughing fit subsided. Drawing his sword he stepped closer to the fat man. Placing the point of his sword at his throat he spoke softly,"I should kill you now. Save 'em the trouble of findin' a rope that will hold you." Stepping back he sighed again. "Lucky for you, you're worth more alive than dead. So you'll live a few extra days. Plus I don't want to sully Wyrda with your blood." Sheathing his blade once again he mounted his horse and grabbed the reigns of Halon's horse. Looking to his side at Halon he said,"Didn't I tell you to not mess with women when they say no. I mean what did you get out of it? A hanging is all I can see." When the fat man began to reply he leaned over and punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. "Ahhh. Silence." Laughing again he began to head back to the Varden.
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