Post by Neurion on May 3, 2006 22:29:18 GMT -5
GENERAL
Birth Name: Neurion
Race: Man
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Evil
Occupation: King
Birthplace: Dunland
Family Relations:None
Weapon: Short sword with a black jewel in the hilt, the blade engraved with wolves.
Other Items Owned:
BACKGROUND
Personality:
Untrusting of people he meets, always suspicious. Has a keen sense of humour and is a very loyal person. Would risk his life to save family or friends.
Detailed History:
Born in Dunland, his mother and father were weapon smiths. He has a sister who was sold to work in Rohan when he was 6 and she was 5 years old. A group Rohirrim were after the untrustworthy people of Dunland. When he was 7 years old Neurion was out in the forest with a wooden sword, pretending to be a great soldier. Hearing horns from his village he stood at the edge of the forest and watched as a a band of Rohirrim riders, turn the peaceful village into a burning, corpse riddled graveyard. He watched as his mother and father stood their ground, wielding big hammers they used to forge swords. Neurion hid in the bushes untill the last of the riders had gone, he walked down to where his house once stood to find only charred reamins. Lying down he wept until his eyes were dry and fell asleep next to the body he guessed was his fathers. He awoke in the middle of the night shivering and found himself eye to eye with a huge, black wolf with golden eyes.
Over the years Neurion was bought up by these wolves, who he later called his brothers. Somehow he found himself able to communicate with them. They taught him to hunt and become one with his surroundings. He fought with his bare hands and a small sword he had found on his fathers body. When he was 20 Neurion arrived at the lands of that he now rules. From wild tribes he united them and now controlls a vast horde of evil.
Fears: Sauron
Strengths: Is a smart leader, and has fast reflexes taught by the wolves. Very good in hand to hand combat and with his sword.
Weaknesses: Untrusting. Not to good with weapons apart from his sword.
Likes: Drinking, fighting. outdoors.
Dislikes: Rohirrim
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Deep brown eyes, very used to the dark. Neurion normaly has a clean shaven face, that is rough as he had lived most of his life outdoors.
Clothing: Wears whateva he thinks best, normaly always dark colours.
Build: Shoulder Length Black Hair, Brown eyed, stands 5’8
Role play Sample:
Pulling up his hood, Neurion continued to trudge through the pouring rain, mud squeltching under his boots. He ran his hand through the wet fur of the black wolf that padded alongside him. Horse hooves sounded up ahead, moving to the side of the road, Neurion watched as a horse drawn carrige rolled past. Mud sprayed up from the wheels to splash onto his cloak.
Letting out a sigh, he continued to walk down the roadm his hair plastered to his face. "Not to long to go now, buddy." And as if on cue around the corner the hustle and noises of a small town sounded before them. I don't think ill be welcome here Neurion The voice of the wolf echoed in his head. "You'll be fine, i have enough coin to bribe the inn keeper, he'll take anything there ain't much business around here anymore."
No guards were at the gates so Neurion just continued walking until he came to the inn, 'Whispering Willows' From outside he could here the drunk so called singing that came with every inn. Flipping down his hood he walked into the inn his wolf close by.
Birth Name: Neurion
Race: Man
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Evil
Occupation: King
Birthplace: Dunland
Family Relations:None
Weapon: Short sword with a black jewel in the hilt, the blade engraved with wolves.
Other Items Owned:
BACKGROUND
Personality:
Untrusting of people he meets, always suspicious. Has a keen sense of humour and is a very loyal person. Would risk his life to save family or friends.
Detailed History:
Born in Dunland, his mother and father were weapon smiths. He has a sister who was sold to work in Rohan when he was 6 and she was 5 years old. A group Rohirrim were after the untrustworthy people of Dunland. When he was 7 years old Neurion was out in the forest with a wooden sword, pretending to be a great soldier. Hearing horns from his village he stood at the edge of the forest and watched as a a band of Rohirrim riders, turn the peaceful village into a burning, corpse riddled graveyard. He watched as his mother and father stood their ground, wielding big hammers they used to forge swords. Neurion hid in the bushes untill the last of the riders had gone, he walked down to where his house once stood to find only charred reamins. Lying down he wept until his eyes were dry and fell asleep next to the body he guessed was his fathers. He awoke in the middle of the night shivering and found himself eye to eye with a huge, black wolf with golden eyes.
Over the years Neurion was bought up by these wolves, who he later called his brothers. Somehow he found himself able to communicate with them. They taught him to hunt and become one with his surroundings. He fought with his bare hands and a small sword he had found on his fathers body. When he was 20 Neurion arrived at the lands of that he now rules. From wild tribes he united them and now controlls a vast horde of evil.
Fears: Sauron
Strengths: Is a smart leader, and has fast reflexes taught by the wolves. Very good in hand to hand combat and with his sword.
Weaknesses: Untrusting. Not to good with weapons apart from his sword.
Likes: Drinking, fighting. outdoors.
Dislikes: Rohirrim
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Deep brown eyes, very used to the dark. Neurion normaly has a clean shaven face, that is rough as he had lived most of his life outdoors.
Clothing: Wears whateva he thinks best, normaly always dark colours.
Build: Shoulder Length Black Hair, Brown eyed, stands 5’8
Role play Sample:
Pulling up his hood, Neurion continued to trudge through the pouring rain, mud squeltching under his boots. He ran his hand through the wet fur of the black wolf that padded alongside him. Horse hooves sounded up ahead, moving to the side of the road, Neurion watched as a horse drawn carrige rolled past. Mud sprayed up from the wheels to splash onto his cloak.
Letting out a sigh, he continued to walk down the roadm his hair plastered to his face. "Not to long to go now, buddy." And as if on cue around the corner the hustle and noises of a small town sounded before them. I don't think ill be welcome here Neurion The voice of the wolf echoed in his head. "You'll be fine, i have enough coin to bribe the inn keeper, he'll take anything there ain't much business around here anymore."
No guards were at the gates so Neurion just continued walking until he came to the inn, 'Whispering Willows' From outside he could here the drunk so called singing that came with every inn. Flipping down his hood he walked into the inn his wolf close by.
