Post by neopanther on Aug 21, 2009 8:21:27 GMT -5
Name: Cadrin
Age: 26 years
Race: human
Appearance:
Cadrin is the picture of a dashing young man, blond hair, emerald green eyes, good bone structure and a strong body, svelte – but evenly distributed.
He’s roughly five ten, slightly longer in the leg than most human men. Cadrin’s face is quite neatly proportioned, eyes are balanced, roughly almond shaped, but by no means narrow. His cheekbones are strong, as is his jaw. He keeps himself well shaven, for he still has an uneven growth that he hates.
His hair is good, golden blond colour, one that’s cut at about 2½ inches long. Generally he leaves it roughly placed, spikey.
He’s quite broad shouldered, and his strength’s in his arms as opposed to his legs, he’s well used to handling weapons, his favourites are knives, anything with a shorter blade, he keeps a large number of them on his person. Despite this, he always carries a sword with him despite his like for knives.
He always wears a choker, a choker made of a dark gold coloured ribbon, and a pendant of incredibly smooth amber. It’s something he was gifted from his older brother, and he never had the want to take it off, he’s had it since a child – when it was a necklace, but as he grew, well it wasn’t comparatively the same size, so it became a choker. It’s one of his few reminders of when he was a child.
The clothes he wears are colours of golds, bronzes and browns. Day to day, a favourite pair of turn top boots, soft leather – possibly impractical, but as a Captain? He doesn’t worry about those things, his wages are sufficient. He loves his gloves too, and with the aid of them, he manages to keep his hands in a good condition, and without a huge amount of calluses. A good amount of vanity.
Personality:
He’s virtually three men. With his troop, he’s a hard man, a difficult, stubborn and incredibly tough.
On the battlefield he’s a horror. He’s unreal, he fights like a mad man, a man possessed, some of his troop have likened him (behind his back) to a shade. But Cadrin never learned magic, spirit manipulation – or regular.
Yet, before friends, his mother and women of interest, or aristocrats, he is the picture of the charming hard one by captain, patriotic to the max. Which obviously sits well with the en masse public of Uru’baen. He’s quite a local celebrity almost, he fights, brilliantly loyal to the king, fights and wins most of his skirmishes. So he paints a really good picture with the public.
As a general piece, he’s a man rigid by the rules, rigid by what Galbatorix sets and wants. Cadrin, is charming, forthright, opinionated. However, he is silver tongued, He could persuade a werecat it was a dragon if he tried hard enough.
He likes to believe in justice, but of course his jutice is justice by the king. He would never turn against the man, even if he asked him to kill his own mother. As long as Glabatorix could give him a good enough reason to.
He loves his family, though at current that extends to his mother and smaller sister. His sister is a charming girl, pretty as a button, his mother is aged, and she hates the fact that her children are Varden turned Empire. She’s Varden through and through, but she’s known as Cadrin’s mad mother. He loves her still, but he too believes she’s Barmy, and her ‘episodes’ are harmless. Which they are, but Cadrin still disdains of his mother.
History: He was born under the Varden. It was a small city, he was born to a standard family, mother, father, an older brother and sister. However, at the age of five, the city that he was part of got over run by the Empire.
His father died in the fight, as did his older brother. The empire took over the city, and after that, Cadrin was raised in an institutionalised manner of the Empire.
At fifteen he was drafted to the Capital, Uru’baen – where he became part of the army. As part of the army, his life changed dramatically. He was drilled, and forced to do things suddenly, he was adept with knives, he’d taken woodworking classes from his father – and on his father’s death, he continued it with one of the elder woodworkers in his town.
So, he was forced to take up a sword. In taking up the sword, he was broken, and remade in the way Galbatorix needed him, changing him from the innocent town boy he had been once upon a time, to a new, kill-easy weapon.
He vastly improved after this, he rose through the ranks of the Army, Cadrin worked hard, feverishly hard, and devoted himself to serving Galbatorix. He then met with the king, and he found himself even more ravelled in the king’s grasps. Fanatical almost.
He was granted the rank of Captain at the age of 22, he was bloodthirsty, and lead a long number of campaigns against the Varden.
The first few had dramatic levels of casualties to his squad, but soon after, he began to find leadership, and tactics.
He learned how to use his men to the best of their abilities. He learned fast, and soon his troop was becoming renown amongst the king’s armies. That they became a troop that was referred to as brilliance, as one of the best. They were trusted with difficult missions, with difficult tasks.
Roleplaying example:
Cadrin twirled his sword in an elaborate arc, the silver of the slim blade his footsteps sure amongst the sandy floor of the bout arena. A dozen men lined before him, four rows deep.
“You will all bout today, you will all practice for five hours straight. You will all practice your aim, your angles your parrying, your all useless.” The crowd before him stood static, glancing back, then with a little more hesitation, came the answer of,
“Yes Sir!”
“You, come.” He pointed and pulled the person towards him with an invisible chord. Cadrin took a liberal stance, and watched the man take fragile steps towards the blond impeccably clean captain.
Cadrin rolled his neck, and glanced at the man who had stopped perhaps 10 foot form him, sword limp in his hand.
“Raise your guard Ferlus, else when I go towards you? You won’t be able to block, and you’ll be missing your sword hand pretty quick, man.” Ferlus was older than him, broader, taller, the picture of strength. But here he was before Cadrin, cowing almost.
Cadrin waited for a few seconds, the man raised his sword arm a little, and as a response Cadrin rushed towards him.
The sword flashed as it arched towards the mans neck, he blocked at the last second, and lashed back at him in a quick but uncalculated movement.
After a few seconds, Cadrin was standing over Ferlus, sword pointed at him, Ferlus was heaving, sweat slick on his forehead, Cadrin barely having broken a sweat, a few strands of blond hair dampened to the forehead and neck.
“Give?”
“Give” Was the grumbled and begrudged response.
Cadrin pulled his sword back, and sheathed it in a swift motion. He stepped back, and looked over at the men of his troop,
“This, this is why you need more practice. You need to be better, you need to up your game, you need to be able to challenge me, you under me, and you will fight better. We will be the best unit the king has. We are the kings men, and we will be fearless.” Cadrin was being courageous, forthright and demanding.
How did you find us?via a paper trail of affiliates
note: - it feels very rough. but, it's there =)
Age: 26 years
Race: human
Appearance:
Cadrin is the picture of a dashing young man, blond hair, emerald green eyes, good bone structure and a strong body, svelte – but evenly distributed.
He’s roughly five ten, slightly longer in the leg than most human men. Cadrin’s face is quite neatly proportioned, eyes are balanced, roughly almond shaped, but by no means narrow. His cheekbones are strong, as is his jaw. He keeps himself well shaven, for he still has an uneven growth that he hates.
His hair is good, golden blond colour, one that’s cut at about 2½ inches long. Generally he leaves it roughly placed, spikey.
He’s quite broad shouldered, and his strength’s in his arms as opposed to his legs, he’s well used to handling weapons, his favourites are knives, anything with a shorter blade, he keeps a large number of them on his person. Despite this, he always carries a sword with him despite his like for knives.
He always wears a choker, a choker made of a dark gold coloured ribbon, and a pendant of incredibly smooth amber. It’s something he was gifted from his older brother, and he never had the want to take it off, he’s had it since a child – when it was a necklace, but as he grew, well it wasn’t comparatively the same size, so it became a choker. It’s one of his few reminders of when he was a child.
The clothes he wears are colours of golds, bronzes and browns. Day to day, a favourite pair of turn top boots, soft leather – possibly impractical, but as a Captain? He doesn’t worry about those things, his wages are sufficient. He loves his gloves too, and with the aid of them, he manages to keep his hands in a good condition, and without a huge amount of calluses. A good amount of vanity.
Personality:
He’s virtually three men. With his troop, he’s a hard man, a difficult, stubborn and incredibly tough.
On the battlefield he’s a horror. He’s unreal, he fights like a mad man, a man possessed, some of his troop have likened him (behind his back) to a shade. But Cadrin never learned magic, spirit manipulation – or regular.
Yet, before friends, his mother and women of interest, or aristocrats, he is the picture of the charming hard one by captain, patriotic to the max. Which obviously sits well with the en masse public of Uru’baen. He’s quite a local celebrity almost, he fights, brilliantly loyal to the king, fights and wins most of his skirmishes. So he paints a really good picture with the public.
As a general piece, he’s a man rigid by the rules, rigid by what Galbatorix sets and wants. Cadrin, is charming, forthright, opinionated. However, he is silver tongued, He could persuade a werecat it was a dragon if he tried hard enough.
He likes to believe in justice, but of course his jutice is justice by the king. He would never turn against the man, even if he asked him to kill his own mother. As long as Glabatorix could give him a good enough reason to.
He loves his family, though at current that extends to his mother and smaller sister. His sister is a charming girl, pretty as a button, his mother is aged, and she hates the fact that her children are Varden turned Empire. She’s Varden through and through, but she’s known as Cadrin’s mad mother. He loves her still, but he too believes she’s Barmy, and her ‘episodes’ are harmless. Which they are, but Cadrin still disdains of his mother.
History: He was born under the Varden. It was a small city, he was born to a standard family, mother, father, an older brother and sister. However, at the age of five, the city that he was part of got over run by the Empire.
His father died in the fight, as did his older brother. The empire took over the city, and after that, Cadrin was raised in an institutionalised manner of the Empire.
At fifteen he was drafted to the Capital, Uru’baen – where he became part of the army. As part of the army, his life changed dramatically. He was drilled, and forced to do things suddenly, he was adept with knives, he’d taken woodworking classes from his father – and on his father’s death, he continued it with one of the elder woodworkers in his town.
So, he was forced to take up a sword. In taking up the sword, he was broken, and remade in the way Galbatorix needed him, changing him from the innocent town boy he had been once upon a time, to a new, kill-easy weapon.
He vastly improved after this, he rose through the ranks of the Army, Cadrin worked hard, feverishly hard, and devoted himself to serving Galbatorix. He then met with the king, and he found himself even more ravelled in the king’s grasps. Fanatical almost.
He was granted the rank of Captain at the age of 22, he was bloodthirsty, and lead a long number of campaigns against the Varden.
The first few had dramatic levels of casualties to his squad, but soon after, he began to find leadership, and tactics.
He learned how to use his men to the best of their abilities. He learned fast, and soon his troop was becoming renown amongst the king’s armies. That they became a troop that was referred to as brilliance, as one of the best. They were trusted with difficult missions, with difficult tasks.
Roleplaying example:
Cadrin twirled his sword in an elaborate arc, the silver of the slim blade his footsteps sure amongst the sandy floor of the bout arena. A dozen men lined before him, four rows deep.
“You will all bout today, you will all practice for five hours straight. You will all practice your aim, your angles your parrying, your all useless.” The crowd before him stood static, glancing back, then with a little more hesitation, came the answer of,
“Yes Sir!”
“You, come.” He pointed and pulled the person towards him with an invisible chord. Cadrin took a liberal stance, and watched the man take fragile steps towards the blond impeccably clean captain.
Cadrin rolled his neck, and glanced at the man who had stopped perhaps 10 foot form him, sword limp in his hand.
“Raise your guard Ferlus, else when I go towards you? You won’t be able to block, and you’ll be missing your sword hand pretty quick, man.” Ferlus was older than him, broader, taller, the picture of strength. But here he was before Cadrin, cowing almost.
Cadrin waited for a few seconds, the man raised his sword arm a little, and as a response Cadrin rushed towards him.
The sword flashed as it arched towards the mans neck, he blocked at the last second, and lashed back at him in a quick but uncalculated movement.
After a few seconds, Cadrin was standing over Ferlus, sword pointed at him, Ferlus was heaving, sweat slick on his forehead, Cadrin barely having broken a sweat, a few strands of blond hair dampened to the forehead and neck.
“Give?”
“Give” Was the grumbled and begrudged response.
Cadrin pulled his sword back, and sheathed it in a swift motion. He stepped back, and looked over at the men of his troop,
“This, this is why you need more practice. You need to be better, you need to up your game, you need to be able to challenge me, you under me, and you will fight better. We will be the best unit the king has. We are the kings men, and we will be fearless.” Cadrin was being courageous, forthright and demanding.
How did you find us?via a paper trail of affiliates
note: - it feels very rough. but, it's there =)
