Post by Robyn Hood on Jun 19, 2012 20:17:21 GMT -5
Character name: Shiloh
Character race: he-elf
Character age type: young adult
Character class/job:
Character equipment (includes weapons, magical items, armor, scientific items, etc) : Fire/Air Wizard's staff, the robes of a full fire/air wizard, magician's satchel with untraceable extension charm, books of magic, potion materials.
Character personality: Shiloh is bright in personality. Cheerful comes easy to him. It takes a lot to make him upset or angry really. He has a very hopeful look on things. The only thing that gets him down is seeing people hurt, especially those he cares about. If he calls you a friend, he thinks of you as family. He will die for any member of his family.
Brief Character Back Story Written in Post Form (10-30 sentences) :
"Do you remember, Shiloh?"
The dream again, he already knew. He was so tired of remembering, yes he remembered. He remembered when the gift of magic first came to him. He remembered the village he lived in, burning. He remembered the screams of his family. He remembered, of course, it was all his fault.
The flames glowed and flickered around him. He had awoke because of them. Smoke was thick in his bedroom, he could barely see through it all.
What was odd was that he could breath, and quite clearly too.
A scream broke the crackling sound and Shiloh sprung up in his bed. The drowsy child was dreaming, only that. He rubbed his sleepy eyes to get them less burly. So young, 20 years old, but still a mere child. To humans, he'd appear only four years old. Elves aged so slowly in comparison. His hair was dark, and he rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes.
Another scream.
That's when he opened his eyes and knew...it wasn't a dream.
Fire consumed his room, smoked filled the air around him. One wall had completely burned down and he could see the flames destroying the huts surrounding him. People of his village were on fire, all of them were.
But yet, even though his entire room was set a flame, including the bed he slept on, he wasn't touched by the burning element. Even the smoke was thicker than a boulder, he still breathed normally.
The memory faded, now he was 97 again. An adolescent still in training as a duel element magician of fire and air. The cleric training him, a man worthy to carry the robes of Hallu and Fiaira, stepped back. He was old, his beard as long as his robes that buried his feet. Shiloh knelt before him, shaking from the forced memory.
He looked up to the man, and screamed a single sentence.
"STOP MAKING ME RELIVE THAT NIGHT YOU MONSTER!!!"
He hated himself for years after saying that to his mentor.
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Character race: he-elf
Character age type: young adult
Character class/job:
Character equipment (includes weapons, magical items, armor, scientific items, etc) : Fire/Air Wizard's staff, the robes of a full fire/air wizard, magician's satchel with untraceable extension charm, books of magic, potion materials.
Character personality: Shiloh is bright in personality. Cheerful comes easy to him. It takes a lot to make him upset or angry really. He has a very hopeful look on things. The only thing that gets him down is seeing people hurt, especially those he cares about. If he calls you a friend, he thinks of you as family. He will die for any member of his family.
Brief Character Back Story Written in Post Form (10-30 sentences) :
"Do you remember, Shiloh?"
The dream again, he already knew. He was so tired of remembering, yes he remembered. He remembered when the gift of magic first came to him. He remembered the village he lived in, burning. He remembered the screams of his family. He remembered, of course, it was all his fault.
The flames glowed and flickered around him. He had awoke because of them. Smoke was thick in his bedroom, he could barely see through it all.
What was odd was that he could breath, and quite clearly too.
A scream broke the crackling sound and Shiloh sprung up in his bed. The drowsy child was dreaming, only that. He rubbed his sleepy eyes to get them less burly. So young, 20 years old, but still a mere child. To humans, he'd appear only four years old. Elves aged so slowly in comparison. His hair was dark, and he rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes.
Another scream.
That's when he opened his eyes and knew...it wasn't a dream.
Fire consumed his room, smoked filled the air around him. One wall had completely burned down and he could see the flames destroying the huts surrounding him. People of his village were on fire, all of them were.
But yet, even though his entire room was set a flame, including the bed he slept on, he wasn't touched by the burning element. Even the smoke was thicker than a boulder, he still breathed normally.
The memory faded, now he was 97 again. An adolescent still in training as a duel element magician of fire and air. The cleric training him, a man worthy to carry the robes of Hallu and Fiaira, stepped back. He was old, his beard as long as his robes that buried his feet. Shiloh knelt before him, shaking from the forced memory.
He looked up to the man, and screamed a single sentence.
"STOP MAKING ME RELIVE THAT NIGHT YOU MONSTER!!!"
He hated himself for years after saying that to his mentor.
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