Post by Kite on Sept 6, 2009 12:54:54 GMT -5
Name:
Daran Vorandeer
Age:
24
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Daran is of a slightly light weight build, being only 165 pounds at 6' tall. His body covered in wiry muscle, and is an obviously sturdy man. He has black hair cut in a medium-length style, and is usually a bit messy, though that is often on purpose and well done, with white streaks, which is a trait of the males of the Vorandeer family. He has a tattoo on his right arm that runs from his elbow to the top of his hand, a black design that is an elegant line, drawn in a strange style with seemingly random areas that are jagged. His eyes are a strange blue color that is almost a gray color instead of blue, and seem empty or distracted. He wears a short-sleeved extremely dark green top, and black pants that are made to not restrict any types of movement but still be appropriate for most situations, over which he occasionally has a black traveling cloak. He has a sword in the style of a Kreigsmesser ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kriegsmesser ), sheathed on his left hip, as well as a knife on each leg, sheathed at the upper thigh, and one concealed under his shirt at the small of his back, sheathed with the point facing the left so he can draw it with his right hand. He carries a bag on his back, which has some light weight, but high quality, scale mail. He has both his ears pierced with small simple silver studs, and has a horizontal scar across his upper ribs.
Personality:
Daran is a fairly vacant seeming man, however this is a shroud, a guise. He is a constantly thinking person, and that is what makes him seem distracted. He is a fairly dedicated person, with a fairly mercenary sense of loyalty due to his background. He enjoys fighting, and sees it as the highest form of expression, and is extremely focused in a fight, though not necessarily calm. Very controlled in showing his anger but quick to temper, he wont break down and get angry until it is a burning rage. He is trained as a mercenary, and is fairly good at training soldiers, as well as commanding small amounts of troops, a squad or two.
History:
Daran was born in the city of Petrovya in the Empire, right on the edge of the Hadarac Desert. His parents, Don Vorandeer and Selene Vorandeer, were part of the family business, which is to say that they were mercenaries. The entire family was that way, raised in a small estate outside of Petrovya, on the fringe of the desert. The entire family lived on that estate, due to the fact that it was a fairly small family. Daran was raised with the conditions of basically a boot camp, where you went to the city on rest days, and the rest of the days you trained and learned. He started this training at age 10, as was the norm of the family. He was trained in fighting with bladed weapons first and foremost, as it was what he enjoyed most, but he was at least familiarized with how to use most weapons, and tactics with employing them in a squad. He was trained in escape and evasion, as well as extreme condition tactics, and survival. The close proximity to the Hadarac Desert and the relatively close proximity to the Beor Mountains meant that training runs were frequent. He went on training runs to just about every sort of terrain thinkable, for both familiarization with the terrain type, as well as mock missions and training skirmishes, all except the forest, which was all done in theory, not practice. He graduated his training at 16, which was a little earlier than normal. He had a promising carreer, going on missions, being promoted, decorated, all that jazz for about 6 years, when he went on his final mission as a Vorandeer Mercenary. He led a group of 4 with an envoy of the Empire to an area of the City of Yazuac, and was told at the begining that they were to detain a supporter of the Varden. Once they got to Gil'ead to prepare for the final move to Yazuac, the envoy told them the real mission. They had found a small group of highly trained operatives of the Varden in Yazuac, where they could easily observe the town as well as Gil'ead. So, as was custom, Daran raised the price to match the task, as well as a fee for changing the mission on them. The Envoy doubled it and they moved out. Once they got to Gil'ead, they were easily let in and they took to scouting out the headquarters. Once they observed the movements of the area, they let the stealth man get it in get the layout. All that was done, without alerting the Varden operatives. They finally set the plan into motion, getting the guards to aid them in blocking the town, as was their rightful duty to the Empire. So, they went in, and Daran made his mistake. He had cleared out all of the men, who were spies of the Varden, and when he came to the family area, the envoy turned to him and smirked. He told Daran to kill everyone, because that nights actions would turn them to the Varden. Daran refused, as was policy for the Vorandeer Mercenaries, as well as himself. The envoy took control of him, through magic, and forced him to kill the family. When Daran was let free, he got the money for the job, and Daran killed him in a rage after he got the money. He led the Mercenaries back to Petrovya. When he got there, the leaders of the group voted to keep him on, but Daran resigned his post, for he would be a liability to the family. He left Petrovya with a large amount of money, his earnings plus money for what he accomplished, and has wandered the Empire, doing odd jobs for the last 2 years. During those two years, after living a hand to mouth type living, he has become slightly calous, able to do whatever he needs to get the money, and charging more for things that he finds extremely distasteful. He was never found as the killer of the envoy, it being reported as a death in the line of duty, so when the Empire offered him a LARGE sum of money, he took it with the condition he gets paid his normal rates for his jobs for him as well, to be in their employ for whatever they need.
Role-playing example:
(( From The Galactic War: woswwar.proboards.com ))
*Daran strides confidently into the first few trees of the Bare Forest, friends and his rival Serj behind him. He feels fairly confident that he can do the challenge or surviving on his own for two days, no matter the legends. He has a small pack on his back, containing rations for two days, a firestarter, and first-aid kit with bacta patches. He has fairly durable, simple hiking clothes on, and a hat. He starts the hike through the forest as the sight at the edge of the forest fades, and moves for a few miles. After an hour or two of hiking, he spots someone running among the trees. His mind works quickly, and Daran sees a couple more running around him. He stops and slides into an unarmed fighting stance, and yells* Come out now!
*At his yell, he hears no response except that of grunts, and heavy breathing. He looks warily at where the sound is originating, and realizes the stories about the corpses being reanimated by parasites were real. He gets a jolt of panic, but clears that out of his mind as the adreniline starts pumping. A couple of the "zombies" come out of the trees, running at him and snarling. Daran lets them approach, then steps to his right quickly and snaps a kick into the "zombie" on the right. It propels the "zombie" into the next to it and knocks them down, tangling them up together. Daran sees his chance and bolts, trying to get away from the two that were just rushing him. Daran hears more snarling, now all around him, and shakes inside, overwhelmed by the sheer amount that he hears. He runs on, trying to get away from the living dead around him, and reachs a clearing, scampering up the closest tree to it, so he can jump off and run if he needs to, and hunkers down, thinking "This... is going... to be one hella long two days..."*
How did you find us?
The Galactic War Affiliates area.
Daran Vorandeer
Age:
24
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Daran is of a slightly light weight build, being only 165 pounds at 6' tall. His body covered in wiry muscle, and is an obviously sturdy man. He has black hair cut in a medium-length style, and is usually a bit messy, though that is often on purpose and well done, with white streaks, which is a trait of the males of the Vorandeer family. He has a tattoo on his right arm that runs from his elbow to the top of his hand, a black design that is an elegant line, drawn in a strange style with seemingly random areas that are jagged. His eyes are a strange blue color that is almost a gray color instead of blue, and seem empty or distracted. He wears a short-sleeved extremely dark green top, and black pants that are made to not restrict any types of movement but still be appropriate for most situations, over which he occasionally has a black traveling cloak. He has a sword in the style of a Kreigsmesser ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kriegsmesser ), sheathed on his left hip, as well as a knife on each leg, sheathed at the upper thigh, and one concealed under his shirt at the small of his back, sheathed with the point facing the left so he can draw it with his right hand. He carries a bag on his back, which has some light weight, but high quality, scale mail. He has both his ears pierced with small simple silver studs, and has a horizontal scar across his upper ribs.
Personality:
Daran is a fairly vacant seeming man, however this is a shroud, a guise. He is a constantly thinking person, and that is what makes him seem distracted. He is a fairly dedicated person, with a fairly mercenary sense of loyalty due to his background. He enjoys fighting, and sees it as the highest form of expression, and is extremely focused in a fight, though not necessarily calm. Very controlled in showing his anger but quick to temper, he wont break down and get angry until it is a burning rage. He is trained as a mercenary, and is fairly good at training soldiers, as well as commanding small amounts of troops, a squad or two.
History:
Daran was born in the city of Petrovya in the Empire, right on the edge of the Hadarac Desert. His parents, Don Vorandeer and Selene Vorandeer, were part of the family business, which is to say that they were mercenaries. The entire family was that way, raised in a small estate outside of Petrovya, on the fringe of the desert. The entire family lived on that estate, due to the fact that it was a fairly small family. Daran was raised with the conditions of basically a boot camp, where you went to the city on rest days, and the rest of the days you trained and learned. He started this training at age 10, as was the norm of the family. He was trained in fighting with bladed weapons first and foremost, as it was what he enjoyed most, but he was at least familiarized with how to use most weapons, and tactics with employing them in a squad. He was trained in escape and evasion, as well as extreme condition tactics, and survival. The close proximity to the Hadarac Desert and the relatively close proximity to the Beor Mountains meant that training runs were frequent. He went on training runs to just about every sort of terrain thinkable, for both familiarization with the terrain type, as well as mock missions and training skirmishes, all except the forest, which was all done in theory, not practice. He graduated his training at 16, which was a little earlier than normal. He had a promising carreer, going on missions, being promoted, decorated, all that jazz for about 6 years, when he went on his final mission as a Vorandeer Mercenary. He led a group of 4 with an envoy of the Empire to an area of the City of Yazuac, and was told at the begining that they were to detain a supporter of the Varden. Once they got to Gil'ead to prepare for the final move to Yazuac, the envoy told them the real mission. They had found a small group of highly trained operatives of the Varden in Yazuac, where they could easily observe the town as well as Gil'ead. So, as was custom, Daran raised the price to match the task, as well as a fee for changing the mission on them. The Envoy doubled it and they moved out. Once they got to Gil'ead, they were easily let in and they took to scouting out the headquarters. Once they observed the movements of the area, they let the stealth man get it in get the layout. All that was done, without alerting the Varden operatives. They finally set the plan into motion, getting the guards to aid them in blocking the town, as was their rightful duty to the Empire. So, they went in, and Daran made his mistake. He had cleared out all of the men, who were spies of the Varden, and when he came to the family area, the envoy turned to him and smirked. He told Daran to kill everyone, because that nights actions would turn them to the Varden. Daran refused, as was policy for the Vorandeer Mercenaries, as well as himself. The envoy took control of him, through magic, and forced him to kill the family. When Daran was let free, he got the money for the job, and Daran killed him in a rage after he got the money. He led the Mercenaries back to Petrovya. When he got there, the leaders of the group voted to keep him on, but Daran resigned his post, for he would be a liability to the family. He left Petrovya with a large amount of money, his earnings plus money for what he accomplished, and has wandered the Empire, doing odd jobs for the last 2 years. During those two years, after living a hand to mouth type living, he has become slightly calous, able to do whatever he needs to get the money, and charging more for things that he finds extremely distasteful. He was never found as the killer of the envoy, it being reported as a death in the line of duty, so when the Empire offered him a LARGE sum of money, he took it with the condition he gets paid his normal rates for his jobs for him as well, to be in their employ for whatever they need.
Role-playing example:
(( From The Galactic War: woswwar.proboards.com ))
*Daran strides confidently into the first few trees of the Bare Forest, friends and his rival Serj behind him. He feels fairly confident that he can do the challenge or surviving on his own for two days, no matter the legends. He has a small pack on his back, containing rations for two days, a firestarter, and first-aid kit with bacta patches. He has fairly durable, simple hiking clothes on, and a hat. He starts the hike through the forest as the sight at the edge of the forest fades, and moves for a few miles. After an hour or two of hiking, he spots someone running among the trees. His mind works quickly, and Daran sees a couple more running around him. He stops and slides into an unarmed fighting stance, and yells* Come out now!
*At his yell, he hears no response except that of grunts, and heavy breathing. He looks warily at where the sound is originating, and realizes the stories about the corpses being reanimated by parasites were real. He gets a jolt of panic, but clears that out of his mind as the adreniline starts pumping. A couple of the "zombies" come out of the trees, running at him and snarling. Daran lets them approach, then steps to his right quickly and snaps a kick into the "zombie" on the right. It propels the "zombie" into the next to it and knocks them down, tangling them up together. Daran sees his chance and bolts, trying to get away from the two that were just rushing him. Daran hears more snarling, now all around him, and shakes inside, overwhelmed by the sheer amount that he hears. He runs on, trying to get away from the living dead around him, and reachs a clearing, scampering up the closest tree to it, so he can jump off and run if he needs to, and hunkers down, thinking "This... is going... to be one hella long two days..."*
How did you find us?
The Galactic War Affiliates area.
