Post by Elanzaros on Mar 9, 2009 13:04:08 GMT -5
Name:
Elaniver Addrodoc
Age:
27
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Elaniver is of a muscular build and rarely wears a shirt as he doesnt feel that such a garment is nececary when he thinks that he looks alot better without the aid of a shirt. He is very well defined as well as incredibly bulky, as he has always been with his determination to be bigger than everyone else to get him some sort of edge. He has long blond hair that he doesnt bother to tame at all as it grows naturally down his shoulders and back, this gives him a slightly wild look sometimes when he is angry. He has a slightly angular face that has the effect of strength and makes it look like he has been chiselled from stone. He has a slight moustach that runs over his top lip and down his cheeks as he trims it to make sure that it doesnt stick out all that much. Elaniver is often seen with a large two handed war hammer which is either dangled loosely from his belt or strapped in a holster onto his back with the handle easily reachable from his right hand. He can also be seen with a secondary blade which is a simple broadsword, sometimes he weilds both at the same time but that is usually in times of severe desperation as due to his immence bulk and strength he is able to weild his hammer with remarkable speed as well as power.
Personality:
Elaniver has a strange personality as he fights for the good of Alagesia. He has some morals and definitely has a concience. He merely doesnt see how fighting fair is a bad thing if it is for a good cause, he see's the Varden as being a very good cause and consequently he is more than willing to fight dirty if needs must. He has an ego but he makes sure he keeps it relatively in check, he has the desire to be greater warrior than anyone else but his desire to kill Galbatorix is far greater. When going into battle he gets into the persona of being as angry as he possibly can, this means that when going into battle his strenght is easily fuelled by a mixture of adrenaline, rage and his own fitness to keep him going through a battle of any length. Elaniver hates the idea of pre-planning how he is going to fight as he is strong in the beleif that when you do actually fight, all thought of pre-planning is erased and replaced by the basic human instict to survive. Elaniver is willing to follow the tactics of others however if he see's an oppertunity to make the tactics slightly more effective he is never afraid to suggest it to his commanding officor. Elaniver doesnt really mind the idea of being under someones command and in most cases he welcomes the companionship of his fellow man however he feels that his talents and attributes would be better used in giving him a goal to aheive and hom acheiving it rather than going along with the crowd as he usually clears a path much faster than his fellow warriors.
History:
Elaniver's history is one of pain and desire. As an 15 year old boy living in Terim his entire family was murdered by soldiers of the empire and he was kept for sport and servitude by the empire regiment. The boy was forced to serve as the soldiers lacky for two months in which he tried to escape many times, only to be caught and flogged for his insolence at not wanting to be a part of the empire or more specifically the regiment. He suffered several wounds on that first occasion, a torn quadrocep and a very deep gash down his chest were just two of those injuries that required treatment. He decided at the end of the two months to act by his own free will and so put on a facade of wanting to go into battle with the battilion to smite the Varden. When battle was about to engage he strode out before the Varden and saluted before decapitating the captain with the small blunt sword the soldiers had given him. He then didnt wait for the Varden to harge he simply used his insticts and sheer fearless ferocity to launch himself into battle with the regiment despite only being 15. He was fortunate that the Varden chose to charge when they saw him as he was almost killed on several occasions, suffering many injuries, saved only by his agility in his normal clothes instead of thick chainmail.
When the battle was over and the Varden victorious the soldiers of the Varden took him back to head quaters where he was presented before the leader of the Varden. The leader commented on his bravery and quizzed him on how he came to be there with the regiment in the first place. She then asked Elaniver what he would like to do now. The boy responded immediately by saying revenge and to serve a good cause. From then on the boy was trained the Varden who gave him Oppurtunities to train Sword fighting skills with them & then when he was old enough he started patrolling with Some of the Groups & through that he gained much knowledge from the, more veteran soldiers, After that he took Up training with One Weapons master(the only one in Surda, is the King's Weapons master) He learned much from him but there was much room to improve. Throughout this time he continuosly worked on getting bigger and bigger, he had a naturally muscly build anyway but he was determined to be bigger and better to defeat the people who had murdered his family. Nothing else was worht paying attention to, nothing but training constantly getting better and better but never enough to satisfy himself.
9 years passed of almost constant training from Elaniver's desire to be the best so as to defeat the empire. It was only almost because the elves he had trained with and the dwarves and men had managed to help him control his lust for revenge. He had gained the ability to not forgive or forget but to realise that he had to live his life as well as pursue such a venture. He had therefore become freinds with many whilest being with the Varden and took part in his first major battle that wasnt simply a raid at the age of 19. He had gotten his physique by that stage and was getting bigger all the time, he had been given a gift from his tutors for this occasion in the form of his warhammer, forged by the dwarves and engraved by the dwarves. He entered the battle with his commanding officor who had heard as everyone else had about the child who had been born to fight. He confronted the man and gained his habit of suggesting other tactics if he thought they would be a better idea. His suggestions were rejected and he understood why and accepted this as wisdom on the commanders part. When it came to the battle it appeared that the commander was right for the first opening moments pf the battle in which time Elaniver had thrown himself into battle and had already felled a large circle of corpses around him in the first few minutes with his sheer feirceness and tenacity. He glanced around to see that his tactics would have worked but not as well as the commanders he therefore continued his killing spree for the rest of the battle until it was over. Just him standing in a 50 ft circle in diameter completely piled up to the shins of people he had slain, with him only suffering a few scrapes and one very severe gash down the length of his back that was bleeding profusely. He approached the commanders tent afterwards still with his bleeding back, determined to get the question in before seeking medical attention and entered to ask for turoring on tactics. He got his wish but it was a different man every time who was teaching him every time therefore learning was slow.
Since his first battle Elaniver has been firmly placed above many others as possibly the feircest and most talented warrior in all of the Varden. His incredible ability to survive and beat the odds have come into play many times yet he still wishes that he was simply given a goal for a battle and allowed to go it alone, taking help where it is needed instead of following the crowd. He has also given a nickname by various people he has fought with, the name is simply, 'The Game'.
Roleplaying example:
It was early morning. The sun was trying its hardest to rise over the horizon without much success. It was cold, that early morning cold that has a nagging ability to get to you no matter how many thick clothes you are wearing. The cold was definitely getting to a small company of soldiers at the moment. As they gazed across a large expanse of feild towards what looked like a snake of small individual fires that was really a line of cattle with men asleep under canvas next to fires. One man in particular, easily the biggest of the group was staring at the line as though hoping to incinerate it just with his gaze. It wouldnt happen of course, but that wasnt for lack of trying on the mans part. He heard as if from a distance his name being spoken by a soldier, he didnt seem to register it as he was too busy examining the long line of cargo up ahead. A sharp nudge brought him out of his reverie however as someone offered him a waterskin. He took it with a nod of thanks and drank deeply from the skin, his eyes still gliding swiftly over the line. He passed the skin along to the man next to him who murmered thanks and drank just as deeply as he had done.
Elaniver Addrodoc thought about the oncoming raid. From the front of the situation it seemed like it was destined to be an easy job. Tents next to fires with a nice long lline of supplies and cattle sitting idly by as it waited to be driven once more by its slumbering masters. But were they asleep? They had simply stumbled across this convoy, they hadnt been looking for it. Could it be that it was some sort of elaborate trap? Were there even soldiers there at all? Were they walking into a comletely profitless march or a small unattended goldmine? They hadnt counted men only tents, and the tents themselves were big. The commander didnt seem to have deemed this particularly important when Elaniver had brought it up however, Elaniver had thought this incredibly naive of the young commander but then what kind of authority did he have over the man? Elaniver slowly realised that people were unsheathing their weapons and getting into a charging stance. He joined in, taking his war hammer from its holster on his back and curling his fingers of both hands around it with a firm and familiar grip. He took a deep shuddering breath as he started to get angry again for the battle and prepared to charge into whatever lay ahead in the line of cargo.
Elaniver Addrodoc
Age:
27
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Elaniver is of a muscular build and rarely wears a shirt as he doesnt feel that such a garment is nececary when he thinks that he looks alot better without the aid of a shirt. He is very well defined as well as incredibly bulky, as he has always been with his determination to be bigger than everyone else to get him some sort of edge. He has long blond hair that he doesnt bother to tame at all as it grows naturally down his shoulders and back, this gives him a slightly wild look sometimes when he is angry. He has a slightly angular face that has the effect of strength and makes it look like he has been chiselled from stone. He has a slight moustach that runs over his top lip and down his cheeks as he trims it to make sure that it doesnt stick out all that much. Elaniver is often seen with a large two handed war hammer which is either dangled loosely from his belt or strapped in a holster onto his back with the handle easily reachable from his right hand. He can also be seen with a secondary blade which is a simple broadsword, sometimes he weilds both at the same time but that is usually in times of severe desperation as due to his immence bulk and strength he is able to weild his hammer with remarkable speed as well as power.
Personality:
Elaniver has a strange personality as he fights for the good of Alagesia. He has some morals and definitely has a concience. He merely doesnt see how fighting fair is a bad thing if it is for a good cause, he see's the Varden as being a very good cause and consequently he is more than willing to fight dirty if needs must. He has an ego but he makes sure he keeps it relatively in check, he has the desire to be greater warrior than anyone else but his desire to kill Galbatorix is far greater. When going into battle he gets into the persona of being as angry as he possibly can, this means that when going into battle his strenght is easily fuelled by a mixture of adrenaline, rage and his own fitness to keep him going through a battle of any length. Elaniver hates the idea of pre-planning how he is going to fight as he is strong in the beleif that when you do actually fight, all thought of pre-planning is erased and replaced by the basic human instict to survive. Elaniver is willing to follow the tactics of others however if he see's an oppertunity to make the tactics slightly more effective he is never afraid to suggest it to his commanding officor. Elaniver doesnt really mind the idea of being under someones command and in most cases he welcomes the companionship of his fellow man however he feels that his talents and attributes would be better used in giving him a goal to aheive and hom acheiving it rather than going along with the crowd as he usually clears a path much faster than his fellow warriors.
History:
Elaniver's history is one of pain and desire. As an 15 year old boy living in Terim his entire family was murdered by soldiers of the empire and he was kept for sport and servitude by the empire regiment. The boy was forced to serve as the soldiers lacky for two months in which he tried to escape many times, only to be caught and flogged for his insolence at not wanting to be a part of the empire or more specifically the regiment. He suffered several wounds on that first occasion, a torn quadrocep and a very deep gash down his chest were just two of those injuries that required treatment. He decided at the end of the two months to act by his own free will and so put on a facade of wanting to go into battle with the battilion to smite the Varden. When battle was about to engage he strode out before the Varden and saluted before decapitating the captain with the small blunt sword the soldiers had given him. He then didnt wait for the Varden to harge he simply used his insticts and sheer fearless ferocity to launch himself into battle with the regiment despite only being 15. He was fortunate that the Varden chose to charge when they saw him as he was almost killed on several occasions, suffering many injuries, saved only by his agility in his normal clothes instead of thick chainmail.
When the battle was over and the Varden victorious the soldiers of the Varden took him back to head quaters where he was presented before the leader of the Varden. The leader commented on his bravery and quizzed him on how he came to be there with the regiment in the first place. She then asked Elaniver what he would like to do now. The boy responded immediately by saying revenge and to serve a good cause. From then on the boy was trained the Varden who gave him Oppurtunities to train Sword fighting skills with them & then when he was old enough he started patrolling with Some of the Groups & through that he gained much knowledge from the, more veteran soldiers, After that he took Up training with One Weapons master(the only one in Surda, is the King's Weapons master) He learned much from him but there was much room to improve. Throughout this time he continuosly worked on getting bigger and bigger, he had a naturally muscly build anyway but he was determined to be bigger and better to defeat the people who had murdered his family. Nothing else was worht paying attention to, nothing but training constantly getting better and better but never enough to satisfy himself.
9 years passed of almost constant training from Elaniver's desire to be the best so as to defeat the empire. It was only almost because the elves he had trained with and the dwarves and men had managed to help him control his lust for revenge. He had gained the ability to not forgive or forget but to realise that he had to live his life as well as pursue such a venture. He had therefore become freinds with many whilest being with the Varden and took part in his first major battle that wasnt simply a raid at the age of 19. He had gotten his physique by that stage and was getting bigger all the time, he had been given a gift from his tutors for this occasion in the form of his warhammer, forged by the dwarves and engraved by the dwarves. He entered the battle with his commanding officor who had heard as everyone else had about the child who had been born to fight. He confronted the man and gained his habit of suggesting other tactics if he thought they would be a better idea. His suggestions were rejected and he understood why and accepted this as wisdom on the commanders part. When it came to the battle it appeared that the commander was right for the first opening moments pf the battle in which time Elaniver had thrown himself into battle and had already felled a large circle of corpses around him in the first few minutes with his sheer feirceness and tenacity. He glanced around to see that his tactics would have worked but not as well as the commanders he therefore continued his killing spree for the rest of the battle until it was over. Just him standing in a 50 ft circle in diameter completely piled up to the shins of people he had slain, with him only suffering a few scrapes and one very severe gash down the length of his back that was bleeding profusely. He approached the commanders tent afterwards still with his bleeding back, determined to get the question in before seeking medical attention and entered to ask for turoring on tactics. He got his wish but it was a different man every time who was teaching him every time therefore learning was slow.
Since his first battle Elaniver has been firmly placed above many others as possibly the feircest and most talented warrior in all of the Varden. His incredible ability to survive and beat the odds have come into play many times yet he still wishes that he was simply given a goal for a battle and allowed to go it alone, taking help where it is needed instead of following the crowd. He has also given a nickname by various people he has fought with, the name is simply, 'The Game'.
Roleplaying example:
It was early morning. The sun was trying its hardest to rise over the horizon without much success. It was cold, that early morning cold that has a nagging ability to get to you no matter how many thick clothes you are wearing. The cold was definitely getting to a small company of soldiers at the moment. As they gazed across a large expanse of feild towards what looked like a snake of small individual fires that was really a line of cattle with men asleep under canvas next to fires. One man in particular, easily the biggest of the group was staring at the line as though hoping to incinerate it just with his gaze. It wouldnt happen of course, but that wasnt for lack of trying on the mans part. He heard as if from a distance his name being spoken by a soldier, he didnt seem to register it as he was too busy examining the long line of cargo up ahead. A sharp nudge brought him out of his reverie however as someone offered him a waterskin. He took it with a nod of thanks and drank deeply from the skin, his eyes still gliding swiftly over the line. He passed the skin along to the man next to him who murmered thanks and drank just as deeply as he had done.
Elaniver Addrodoc thought about the oncoming raid. From the front of the situation it seemed like it was destined to be an easy job. Tents next to fires with a nice long lline of supplies and cattle sitting idly by as it waited to be driven once more by its slumbering masters. But were they asleep? They had simply stumbled across this convoy, they hadnt been looking for it. Could it be that it was some sort of elaborate trap? Were there even soldiers there at all? Were they walking into a comletely profitless march or a small unattended goldmine? They hadnt counted men only tents, and the tents themselves were big. The commander didnt seem to have deemed this particularly important when Elaniver had brought it up however, Elaniver had thought this incredibly naive of the young commander but then what kind of authority did he have over the man? Elaniver slowly realised that people were unsheathing their weapons and getting into a charging stance. He joined in, taking his war hammer from its holster on his back and curling his fingers of both hands around it with a firm and familiar grip. He took a deep shuddering breath as he started to get angry again for the battle and prepared to charge into whatever lay ahead in the line of cargo.
