Post by chronolos on May 12, 2008 22:37:27 GMT -5
Name-Caros Lithen
Age-22
Date of Birth- October 19
Homelands-Lithe'sDale
Race- Human
Class- Warrior
Final- Pinnicule Pressure:
[Pinnicule Pressure; When a blow has been landed on an enemy, a cursory scan of the body in the area which the blow was given. The eyes twitch and convulse with the split second you have in fighting so close to an enemy, focusing, and the instincts driving you, to take enemies down in close quarters with a decisive strike. When the scan has been made, you can make one more attack on said area, in which if it becomes succesfull, the enemy becomes paralyzed. It can only be done twice a day, with an enemy on par to the user.]
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{Weapon information}
(Crin and Shagrin)
Two weapons Caros chooses as his arms. Crin, a sharp narrow stalleto, with a muddled blue tinge to the needle point blade, and a sickly green to its' handguard. The handle is made into the visage of two salamanders biting onto eachothers tails, and the look of complacency in their eyes. Caros stole this relic, from the monks that rejected and humiliated him, in a vague attempt of revenge. He has taken a fondness of it, and keeps it at his side for all times.
The other companion, Shagrin, a kukri made of a unique substance called vaporsteel (see description). Expertly crafted, this downward curving blade, looks to be of ordinary steel,it encompanses all of the flexibility, strength, and durability wanted in a knife. Engraved on the blade its' self is the image of a windswept fire consuming a forest of deciduous trees. The spine of the blade seems to be gilded, but the metal used seems to be of oxidizind copper, for it gives a blue-green tinge to it. The handgaurd is, suprisingly, normal. The handle is made out of rare purple oak, a rare tree who's flesh and leaves are tinted with purple, highly prized by the Nustanith people of the North West. It is well balanced, but is becoming notched as use of it continues, and will need to be sharpened by the rare forgers of vaporsteel.
[Crin- When a situation is dire, and adrenaline courses through the body, this thin blade reacts, becoming slippery and barely manageable. The Salamanders on the handle have feirce looks in their eyes as though a predator approches. When the inevitibility of defeat comes, the blade on the stalleto begins to act on its own when scratching or peircing enemies. And when it does so, it slithers in the damage, causing one and a half times more damage
Shagrin- The steel shimmers in the light as you slice down, but as the enemy flinches at the death about to meet them, they notice nothing, only when they look up do they see a fine grey mist swirling around the pommel of where the blade used to be. When the foolish enemy comes to make an attack, the weilder step into and under the swing, and plants the end of the pommel onto the chest of the enemy. With a quick gesture, the mist, reforms and the enemy find himself dead, thanks to the wits of Caros. Unfortunatly the blade doesn't have any thing special to it besides the material of the blade; "Vaporsteel."When wanted this blade with a gesture can dissapate into a fine mist surrounding the place where the blade was. And with a second gesture, can be brought back to be solid. This blade was made in the Swamp of Da'Rosh, by a mad drow forger of the metal arts, his name known simply as Nonch. Caros received it after giving Nonch a questionable helping hand three years ago, Caros hasn't been back since.]
{Amour Information}
(Crack)
This dark boiled leather jerkin, has steel studs poking out of it, in symetrical intervals. With leather straps comming from behind his shoulder blade, to the front of the breast, it helps keep it on. It breathes very well, but becomes unbearable in the lava infested lands in the West. It also seems to be very tough, and Caros has supsiciones of it being made a griffon leather. Another relic he stole to spite the monks that once trained him.
[Crack- With the lether jerkin covering his body, it seems to become a part of Caros, so much so that when he becomes enthralled in battle his motions become faster and more fluid. This jerkin allows Caros move his arms into lightning blows once per encounter, after doing so he loses his senses for one enemies attacks.]
{Accessory Information}
(Silth)
Silth- Caros wears leather braces on his arms. Made to look like plain ordinary leather armbands, with the only noticable thing to them being, a fine elvish silver chain made into the bands.
[Silth- With his will, Caros calls on the power of the bracers to make him more charasmatic. Caros while wearing these, is able to make people remeber courage, and conviction and embrace those feelings with a touch. Many people lose courage when dying, so he tries to make those people realize that it isn't so bad.]
{Physical Description}
(Caros- A young man, his outward appearance is calm, and stoic. His eyes blue grey eyes seem sharp and abbrasive. But this is a farce, made to discourage people who he would think, would hurt him. A tall man, with caulliked medium Dark Brown hair, and a broad face, a slightly beaked nose that you could only catch after a long time of staring. Caros has full lips, a round chin, and ears that are close to head, and attached lobes. He also has a medium build (with the chest hair his father once told him he would get with horse radish). His biceps are nothing exceptional, but his forearms are corded and hairy, with hands that have scars from the many skirmishes he endured. When he realizes you as a friend, his personality becomes the extreme opposite. He shows signs of being giddy, eccentric, and loves to pull pranks on the people he considers too serious. At times he will get carried away with that, even onto the point of doing it during battle. But when he's needed he's needed ["Don't ye doubt."] )
{Background}
(From the time he was born, he was given a gift. The gift of boredom, most emphatically so. He grew up in a locale farming town, his Father a man of the law and many inner jokes, is one of the marshals of the Lithesdale. His mother is a simple housewife, having weened and and cared for Caros. He spent many years as a child listening to his father give his advice to Caros, and learning of the law. And with every lesson of law was given, Caros soon grew angry at the law for restricting people to their house and hearth. Before he became a man he went on a spree of, "Freedom Rights" liberations in Lithesdale. It was then his Father decided that his lessons weren't enough, and that Caros needed to learn first hand.
On Caros's 15 year of life, his father told him of his entrance into the Monks of Blen to the south, by placing his premade sack in front of him at their feasting table. He left with a scowl and mumbled curses, and continued to the Monastary. He entered the order, and had his head shaved, and his items detained. Soon after feeling bare, he trained with the monks day after day, and each day he made more trouble for the Maesters. The Maesters of the Monastaries loathing for Caros grew sullenly. It wasn't until when he was beaten and humiliated in front of everyone at the monestary after a session of training, that he lashed out at his training partner, that he was exiled from the order. While packing and preparing to leave, he broke into the vaults of relics, entered with out the proper rights and stole a leather jerkin,and an almost needle thin stalleto with salamnder depicted on it. He Fled from Blen, with the authorities nipping at his feet. He went freelancing for the rest of his years, taking odd jobs, and working labor. One day he came upon, a Drow sputtering nonsense, the strange elf asked a favor of him. To deliver a parcel to a friend. On the way, word of the parcel spread quick to the Drow's enemies, and he was dogged almoist to the point of death. Only after comming back to the crazed drow, did the man reveal himself with a gift blade, as Nonch, and to come and see him again for some real fun [insert crazed laughter here]. He has been working freelance until he finds himself at this point...)
Age-22
Date of Birth- October 19
Homelands-Lithe'sDale
Race- Human
Class- Warrior
Final- Pinnicule Pressure:
[Pinnicule Pressure; When a blow has been landed on an enemy, a cursory scan of the body in the area which the blow was given. The eyes twitch and convulse with the split second you have in fighting so close to an enemy, focusing, and the instincts driving you, to take enemies down in close quarters with a decisive strike. When the scan has been made, you can make one more attack on said area, in which if it becomes succesfull, the enemy becomes paralyzed. It can only be done twice a day, with an enemy on par to the user.]
----------------------------
{Weapon information}
(Crin and Shagrin)
Two weapons Caros chooses as his arms. Crin, a sharp narrow stalleto, with a muddled blue tinge to the needle point blade, and a sickly green to its' handguard. The handle is made into the visage of two salamanders biting onto eachothers tails, and the look of complacency in their eyes. Caros stole this relic, from the monks that rejected and humiliated him, in a vague attempt of revenge. He has taken a fondness of it, and keeps it at his side for all times.
The other companion, Shagrin, a kukri made of a unique substance called vaporsteel (see description). Expertly crafted, this downward curving blade, looks to be of ordinary steel,it encompanses all of the flexibility, strength, and durability wanted in a knife. Engraved on the blade its' self is the image of a windswept fire consuming a forest of deciduous trees. The spine of the blade seems to be gilded, but the metal used seems to be of oxidizind copper, for it gives a blue-green tinge to it. The handgaurd is, suprisingly, normal. The handle is made out of rare purple oak, a rare tree who's flesh and leaves are tinted with purple, highly prized by the Nustanith people of the North West. It is well balanced, but is becoming notched as use of it continues, and will need to be sharpened by the rare forgers of vaporsteel.
[Crin- When a situation is dire, and adrenaline courses through the body, this thin blade reacts, becoming slippery and barely manageable. The Salamanders on the handle have feirce looks in their eyes as though a predator approches. When the inevitibility of defeat comes, the blade on the stalleto begins to act on its own when scratching or peircing enemies. And when it does so, it slithers in the damage, causing one and a half times more damage
Shagrin- The steel shimmers in the light as you slice down, but as the enemy flinches at the death about to meet them, they notice nothing, only when they look up do they see a fine grey mist swirling around the pommel of where the blade used to be. When the foolish enemy comes to make an attack, the weilder step into and under the swing, and plants the end of the pommel onto the chest of the enemy. With a quick gesture, the mist, reforms and the enemy find himself dead, thanks to the wits of Caros. Unfortunatly the blade doesn't have any thing special to it besides the material of the blade; "Vaporsteel."When wanted this blade with a gesture can dissapate into a fine mist surrounding the place where the blade was. And with a second gesture, can be brought back to be solid. This blade was made in the Swamp of Da'Rosh, by a mad drow forger of the metal arts, his name known simply as Nonch. Caros received it after giving Nonch a questionable helping hand three years ago, Caros hasn't been back since.]
{Amour Information}
(Crack)
This dark boiled leather jerkin, has steel studs poking out of it, in symetrical intervals. With leather straps comming from behind his shoulder blade, to the front of the breast, it helps keep it on. It breathes very well, but becomes unbearable in the lava infested lands in the West. It also seems to be very tough, and Caros has supsiciones of it being made a griffon leather. Another relic he stole to spite the monks that once trained him.
[Crack- With the lether jerkin covering his body, it seems to become a part of Caros, so much so that when he becomes enthralled in battle his motions become faster and more fluid. This jerkin allows Caros move his arms into lightning blows once per encounter, after doing so he loses his senses for one enemies attacks.]
{Accessory Information}
(Silth)
Silth- Caros wears leather braces on his arms. Made to look like plain ordinary leather armbands, with the only noticable thing to them being, a fine elvish silver chain made into the bands.
[Silth- With his will, Caros calls on the power of the bracers to make him more charasmatic. Caros while wearing these, is able to make people remeber courage, and conviction and embrace those feelings with a touch. Many people lose courage when dying, so he tries to make those people realize that it isn't so bad.]
{Physical Description}
(Caros- A young man, his outward appearance is calm, and stoic. His eyes blue grey eyes seem sharp and abbrasive. But this is a farce, made to discourage people who he would think, would hurt him. A tall man, with caulliked medium Dark Brown hair, and a broad face, a slightly beaked nose that you could only catch after a long time of staring. Caros has full lips, a round chin, and ears that are close to head, and attached lobes. He also has a medium build (with the chest hair his father once told him he would get with horse radish). His biceps are nothing exceptional, but his forearms are corded and hairy, with hands that have scars from the many skirmishes he endured. When he realizes you as a friend, his personality becomes the extreme opposite. He shows signs of being giddy, eccentric, and loves to pull pranks on the people he considers too serious. At times he will get carried away with that, even onto the point of doing it during battle. But when he's needed he's needed ["Don't ye doubt."] )
{Background}
(From the time he was born, he was given a gift. The gift of boredom, most emphatically so. He grew up in a locale farming town, his Father a man of the law and many inner jokes, is one of the marshals of the Lithesdale. His mother is a simple housewife, having weened and and cared for Caros. He spent many years as a child listening to his father give his advice to Caros, and learning of the law. And with every lesson of law was given, Caros soon grew angry at the law for restricting people to their house and hearth. Before he became a man he went on a spree of, "Freedom Rights" liberations in Lithesdale. It was then his Father decided that his lessons weren't enough, and that Caros needed to learn first hand.
On Caros's 15 year of life, his father told him of his entrance into the Monks of Blen to the south, by placing his premade sack in front of him at their feasting table. He left with a scowl and mumbled curses, and continued to the Monastary. He entered the order, and had his head shaved, and his items detained. Soon after feeling bare, he trained with the monks day after day, and each day he made more trouble for the Maesters. The Maesters of the Monastaries loathing for Caros grew sullenly. It wasn't until when he was beaten and humiliated in front of everyone at the monestary after a session of training, that he lashed out at his training partner, that he was exiled from the order. While packing and preparing to leave, he broke into the vaults of relics, entered with out the proper rights and stole a leather jerkin,and an almost needle thin stalleto with salamnder depicted on it. He Fled from Blen, with the authorities nipping at his feet. He went freelancing for the rest of his years, taking odd jobs, and working labor. One day he came upon, a Drow sputtering nonsense, the strange elf asked a favor of him. To deliver a parcel to a friend. On the way, word of the parcel spread quick to the Drow's enemies, and he was dogged almoist to the point of death. Only after comming back to the crazed drow, did the man reveal himself with a gift blade, as Nonch, and to come and see him again for some real fun [insert crazed laughter here]. He has been working freelance until he finds himself at this point...)
