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Postby Alamandorious » Wed Apr 19, 2006 10:12 pm

Alamandorious nods, his shape soldifying and texturing further,"Alright, I've worked on the inventory and given precise numbers...home inventory and travel inventory is set. The weapon and armor on journies is a given, so I didn't include them in the travel inventory. Everything that should have numbers has numbers, and I gave specifics with the antidotes."

He looks back over his shoulder, nodding his thanks to the newest person to advise him,"My background is set...any improvements that you see could be made, let me know. I appreciate the help you're giving me," he says, his lips curving into a gentle smile.

Alright, revision three:

Name: Alamandorious Val'Kyorl'solenurn

Race: Drowussu.

Age: 40

Home Inventory:
4' polished steel longsword with holy runes of blessing inscribed upon the blade in silver. The hilt is black with gold trim naming the blade as 'Daemonslayer'.

Standard Templar fullplate armor polished to near chrome, with the symbol of Sharess etched in platinum upon the chest plate. The only head protection is a matching plated headband with the symbol of Sharess etched in gold upon the forehead plate.

Formal wear (for formal occassions and going outside of home): Sturdy white leather hooded cloak with flowing white silk robe, soft white leather gloves and solid black leather boots. Brown cloth belt with four pouches worn over the robe. One pouch contains a small ammount of coin (varies between 20 ADA and 25 ADA), one pouch vials of crystalized antidote potions for common poisons (6 vials total: two for drider poison, two for the most common mushroom poison, two for the most common snake venom...add to water, single use only per vial), one pouch containing thirty smoothly polished pebbles, and one pouch a prayer scroll beseeching the Sharess's protection and mercy.

Casual wear (for inside of home): Three silk short sleeve shirts (purple, onyx, grey), three pairs of matching flowing silk pants, two pairs of leather sandles (black, white).

Baubles and trinkets: Twenty multi-coloured quartz crystals hung from his bedroom cieling vial silver wire. A wide (24 in total) selection of common gemmed rings, though none of any value for magic, as well as one flawless sapphire ring set in pure gold (no magic value, sometimes worn on special occassions). Several (10) plain silver necklaces, two gold necklaces with holy runes (no magic value) of protection woven into them via platinum wire. One gold necklace with a small symbol of Sharess pendant cut from diamond.

Travel Inventory:
Brown silk carrying bag of medium size, drawn shut with a yellow silk cord. The bag usually contains his off-duty garb, along with a prayer book and dried rations (enough for two light meals) and a water skin (enough for two days if rationed properly).

Magic: High Art, specialising mainly in air and stone combinations, although much more adept with air than stone.

Beginning city: Chel'el'sussoloth

Clan: Val'Kyorl'solenurn

Background:

Alamandorious was born to a noble sub-house of the Val'Kyorl'solenurn clan. This house, unlike most, had little use for the political intrigue that plagued most around, devouting itself entirely to the service of the Goddess for generations. All males became templars, righteous warriors of Sharess, while most females became wardens. Some females fell into other professions, but never any outside the service of Sharess.

He was cared for by his older sister, whom was as kind and caring as any guardian should be, always nurturing and teaching him as he grew up in the ways of their house and clan. He was well behaved, in general, and thus recieved little scolding or reprimand; however, when he DID misbehave (like the time he poured ice cold water over his sister when she was studying in her bedroom one evening) the punishment he recieved from his sister was as harsh as she was kind...she knew she was doing him a greater kindness by punishing him severely for transgressions, few as they were. In this way he learned discipline, but did not lose his compassion.

His father, a stern and powerful figure, began training him in the art of the sword as soon as he was able to hold his first, teaching him along with his two older brothers, whom were already in training to become Templars. His mother, kind and loving, did have a hand in the lives of her children as well. Although too busy to care for them as a guardian, she did spend an hour each day drilling religion into them, making them learn about the Goddess, their people, and instilling them with the sense of duty that flowed through their house like blood.

When he was of age, he was enrolled into templar training, as eager to begin as his family was for him to succeed. He took to the lessons quickly, absorbing the knowledge provided by his teachers like a sponge, and always eager for more. After a succeeding wonderfully at a particularly hard test, his sister purchased a small prayer scroll for him...an object he keeps with him at all times even to this day.

He excelled at sword play, becoming one of the top students in his class in melee combat, though not the best. His strength and height allowed him to wield a longsword with great effectiveness, while his build allowed him a measure of nimbleness to help avoid incoming strikes.

His magic, while respectible, was of the more common variety. He focused himself in air and stone...of the two, air was his greatest strength, while stone he was only fair with. However, his level with stone suited his purposes well, and worked well with his mastery of air.

The only area he seemed to have difficulty with was social. Although compassionate and charismatic, his devotion to his religion was almost absolute. In most social situations he was (and still is) like a fish out of water, awkward and especially shy when someone would express a possible interest in him beyond friendship. His kindness was seen by all, but oft times he would be on the receiving end of a joke simply so he would blush and mumble.

His proudest day was yet to come. Graduation. He had lived up to his parents expectations thus far by succeeding wonderfully in his training and education. Upon his graduation day, his father, smiling brightly for the first time Alamandorious could remember, handed him a longsword specially forged and balanced for him, stating how proud he was. Later, his mother had his the chestplate of his new armor engraved with the holy symbol of Sharess, and gave him his plated head band.

"Trust in the Goddess to deliver you from harm, my son. If you do not have faith, then no helmet or armor can save you," she said, embracing him gently and placing a chaste kiss upon his brow,"You will make your Goddess, and your clan, proud," she said, gently...but the steel underlying that gentleness told him that she was completely serious about every word, that he had no other option in this matter.


Description:

Hair: White, completely straight going down to his mid-back. Even streeks of silver dye go along with his hair, starting at his hairline and working their way back, each staying no more and no less than an inch apart from each other.

Eyes: Aqua blue, and very expressive.
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 175 lbs
Noticeable traits: Slight angular facial features, Sharess's symbol tatooed in yellow upon his brow...lines up perfectly with the one on his headband.

Time Zone/Activity: AST/Depends on workload, usually at least once per day, often more.

EDIT: I noticed a small error that I needed to change. Nothing major, just done to avoid confusion ^^
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Postby The Jester of Madness » Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:56 am

The Jester looks around, kinda nervous about people's reaction to his next statement. "So... I honestly would rather not have a good schooling in magic, but rather be the kind of mercenary who loves to fight and figures he'd make a living out of it. What do you think of this bio...?"

"Name: Ve'sun Ne'rothga

Race: Drow

Gender: Male

Beginning city: Chel'el'sussoloth

Age: (I forgot how the drow aged, wasn't it twice as fast up to 60? if that's so, this should be chronological that I'm saying, and not appearance.) 36

Equipments: Ve'sun is equipped with a dark blue suit of heavy armor, and a matching color helm. The pauldrons of his armor are rough and uneven in appearance, not by choice or for any function, but rather because he never really fixes his armor after fights unless it really needs it. Beneath the armor he wears chainmail (In case a weapon should breach the armor, he has a bit mroe defense), and under that, a heavy cloth gambinson. As a result of this, he's kind of slow, which is why his weapon is what it is. His weapon of choice is a single-bladed greataxe that stands roughly 5 foot 2 inches. He also carries a satchel with him, containing some basic items for if he gets hurt and in a seperate pouch in the satchel, his ada. (Although he never has very much after he gets food or repairs his armor/equipment.) As for the armor itself, it's really just a blue set of plate mail that has a couple large dents in it from previous battles. He may wear a dark cloak w/ a hood if he feels like it.

Background: Ve'sun wasn't much different from any other commoner drow male as a child, looked down upon by most of the people on the streets, and always doing the less pleasant of tasks. However, even scince a young age, he loved to pick fights with people. He would always think during those fights, "I have to show them... that I'm not worthless." and even then he had a burning desire to be recognized. At the age of 16, Ve'sun decided to do something about it, and become better then others by force. He would always watch any conflicts in the streets to try and learn about how people fight, and as such fell in love with the sight of heavy, slow, and powerful weapons. His father, who was once a mercenary soldier himself, took note of this will to fight. One year later, Ve'sun began to learn to use an axe of his own.

After 4 more years of rigorous training with the axe, Ve'sun got an unexpected start to life on his own. He was returning home from an errand in the market when he realized something was out of place. The door to his home was wide open, and there was a stench lingering over the area. As he cautiously walked inside, he saw his entire family, dead. More than just that, there was also a few people he'd never seen before, Drowussu clad in armor with the Holy Eye upon it. He tried to run, but they caught him, and examined him. One of the females said "He's not tainted.. it must have happened after he left." Another one to the right, a male with a sword in hand, caught Ve'sun's eye. He ran as fast as he could to get away from them, knowing that this would be the end of everything he knew..

The sword was still dripping with fresh blood.

Since that day, Ve'sun had changed. He had an immense hatred for many things.. Drowussu, who killed his family for reasons he did not understand; but more importantly he hated himself for not doing anything. He knew he should have fought them.. but instead he ran like a coward, like the worthless thing he was. For five years he lived on the streets, fending for himself. Stealing the food he needed, and running like a fool. But then, when he was lookin for food one day, he came across an abandoned house. He looked inside, and saw a familliar layout, and realized.. "This was my home. But not anymore. It's time I did something about it.. No more running. No more stealing. I'll cut down everyone in my way, and kill the bastards that made me like I am now! I'll find them, and rip them apart!!"
He ran into the storage basement, and found that familliar cabinet where his father had stored his old mercenary gear. Ve'sun took a rock and broke it open, and took out the axe his father had used to train him. Before he left, something else in the cabinet caught his eye- a mass of cloth covering something. Ripping it down, he found dark blue armor, complete with a helmet. The armor wasn't anything special, and it didn't fit him too good, so he took it with him.

For a few years after that, he traveled where he could, fighting people for money. Ve'sun soon realized that the armor he brought along with him seemed to be less imposing then before.. so he tried it on again, and this time it fit nicely. After obtaining some more equipment and a new axe, he realized just why the armor fit so well. "This was the armor my father used.."

And that is only where his story begins.. one year after that day has passed, and from this point on, his story will continue to unfold. "


"Was that okay..? I might have spelled some things wrong, as I typed this in a bit of a rush.."
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Postby Ssin'urn » Thu Apr 20, 2006 1:04 am

Well, it is a bit short, and the age issue is wrong. They age not twice as fast, but rather, half as fast. When a Drow is 30, he looks like 15. So, at the age of 20, you wouldn't be able to swing a real axe. You would be the physical equivalent of a 10 year old, and, being male, you would be rather diminitive to add to that.
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Postby The Jester of Madness » Thu Apr 20, 2006 1:37 am

"....huh. I guess I have to do some major revision then. So basically, I would have to be around maybe 32 to start learning an axe, so if I wanted his appearance to be around 23 at the time, I'd have to make him 46 chronologically?"
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Postby Ssin'urn » Thu Apr 20, 2006 1:41 am

"That would be sufficing, yes. And maybe elaborate on a few other things, to give the background a bit more substance. Of course, you also need to add a description about the physical appearance of your Character."

The fey nods, sitting down on her seat again, before perking up, and standing on her seat, looking over Alaman's shoulder.

"Oh boy...I will have to comment on that later on...bit of a hurry just now..."
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Postby Alamandorious » Thu Apr 20, 2006 1:44 am

Alamandorious nods,"Of course. I'm here for all the help I can get. I'm a newbie, after all," he grins,"Probably has to do with that last paragraph, I was a bit leery of adding that."
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Postby The Jester of Madness » Thu Apr 20, 2006 1:46 am

"I forgot to say what he looked like? Okay then. The background... well in honesty, I basically have about 12 more years to fill in now, so I'm sure I'll add more stuff. Out of curiosity, what would be the normal weight for a 46 year old Drow male?"
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Postby Navvy » Thu Apr 20, 2006 2:59 am

A rather shy drow who had been all but completely silent for quite a while finally let out a sniff and shifted several papers to the side. She then grabbed a few blank sheets and started writing again; it had seemed inevitable that she would start on a new character before finishing her first. Then, she lifted her head to ask a new question, for future reference.

"Um, say...do you think that the drowussu would ever, um, allow a drowolath into the Kyorl'Solenurn?" Her face took on a shade of pink and she moved her eyes down with slight embarrassment, stammering, "I-I think it could be plausible--well, um, as long as the drowolath became devout as well. Maybe if they raised a drowolath f-from infancy? Well, it...it could be very rare, I mean, if it happened."

Another thought struck her brain and she blurted out, "Oh! But, well, I wouldn't be making this character yet, of course. I've decided on playing a male", she giggled. "He would be an Ilhar'dro, but I'm not sure if I should start him off in Chel'el'sussoloth or Val'Raveran. Um, I guess it would depend on which area has other characters for him to interact well with. Maybe other Ilhar'dro..." she trailed off, knowing she was starting to ramble a little.
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Postby Alamandorious » Thu Apr 20, 2006 3:16 am

Alamandorious leans back into his desk seat and stretches, putting his pen down,"Alright, I think I may be done."

Final (hopefully ^^) revision:

Name: Alamandorious Val'Kyorl'solenurn

Race: Drowussu.

Age: 40

Home Inventory:
4' polished steel longsword with holy runes of blessing inscribed upon the blade in silver. The hilt is black with gold trim naming the blade as 'Daemonslayer'.

Standard Templar fullplate armor polished to near chrome, with the clan symbol etched in silver upon the chest plate. The only head protection is a matching plated headband with the symbol of Sharess etched in gold upon the forehead plate.

Formal wear (for formal occassions and going outside of home): Sturdy white leather hooded cloak with flowing white silk robe, soft white leather gloves and solid black leather boots. Brown cloth belt with four pouches worn over the robe. One pouch contains a small ammount of coin (varies between 20 ADA and 25 ADA), one pouch vials of crystalized antidote potions for common poisons (6 vials total: two for drider poison, two for the most common mushroom poison, two for the most common snake venom...add to water, single use only per vial), one pouch containing thirty smoothly polished pebbles, and one pouch a prayer scroll beseeching the Sharess's protection and mercy.

Casual wear (for inside of home): Three silk short sleeve shirts (purple, onyx, grey), three pairs of matching flowing silk pants, two pairs of leather sandles (black, white).

Baubles and trinkets: Twenty multi-coloured quartz crystals hung from his bedroom cieling vial silver wire. A wide (24 in total) selection of common gemmed rings, though none of any value for magic, as well as one flawless sapphire ring set in pure gold (no magic value, sometimes worn on special occassions). Several (10) plain silver necklaces, two gold necklaces with holy runes (no magic value) of protection woven into them via silver wire. One gold necklace with a small symbol of Sharess pendant cut from diamond.

Travel Inventory:
Brown silk carrying bag of medium size, drawn shut with a yellow silk cord. The bag usually contains his off-duty garb, along with a prayer book and dried rations (enough for two light meals) and a water skin (enough for two days if rationed properly).

Magic: High Art, specialising mainly in air and stone combinations, although much more adept with air than stone.

Beginning city: Chel'el'sussoloth

Clan: Val'Kyorl'solenurn

Background:

Alamandorious was born to a noble sub-house of the Val'Kyorl'solenurn clan. This house, unlike most, had little use for the political intrigue that plagued most around, devouting itself entirely to the service of the Goddess for generations. All males became templars, righteous warriors of Sharess, while most females became wardens. Some females fell into other professions, but never any outside the service of Sharess.

He was cared for by his older sister, whom was as kind and caring as any guardian should be, always nurturing and teaching him as he grew up in the ways of their house and clan. He was well behaved, in general, and thus recieved little scolding or reprimand; however, when he DID misbehave the punishment he recieved from his sister was as harsh as she was kind...she knew she was doing him a greater kindness by punishing him severely for transgressions, few as they were. In this way he learned discipline, but did not lose his compassion.

His father, a stern and powerful figure, began training him in the art of the sword as soon as he was able to hold his first, teaching him along with his two older brothers, whom were already in training to become Templars. His mother, kind and loving, did have a hand in the lives of her children as well. Although too busy to care for them as a guardian, she did spend an hour each day drilling religion into them, making them learn about the Goddess, their people, and instilling them with the sense of duty that flowed through their house like blood.

When he was of age, he was enrolled into templar training, as eager to begin as his family was for him to succeed. He took to the lessons quickly, absorbing the knowledge provided by his teachers like a sponge, and always eager for more. After a succeeding wonderfully at a particularly hard test, his sister purchased a small prayer scroll for him...an object he keeps with him at all times even to this day.

He excelled at sword play, becoming one of the top students in his class in melee combat, though not the best. His strength and height allowed him to wield a longsword with great effectiveness, while his build allowed him a measure of nimbleness to help avoid incoming strikes.

His magic, while respectible, was of the more common variety. He focused himself in air and stone...of the two, air was his greatest strength, while stone he was only fair with. However, his level with stone suited his purposes well, and worked well with his mastery of air.

The only area he seemed to have difficulty with was social. Although compassionate and charismatic, his devotion to his religion was almost absolute. In most social situations he was (and still is) like a fish out of water, awkward and especially shy when someone would express a possible interest in him beyond friendship. His kindness was seen by all, but oft times he would be on the receiving end of a joke simply so he would blush and mumble.

Graduation day came, and as was expected of him he passed above the average student. As per the traditions of his house, he was granted the priviledge of bearing specially crafted equipment. A longsword and plated headband were crafted purposely for him, while his chest plate was engraved with the holy symbol of Sharess in silver.

That evening, in the his family gathering hall, he knelt before his mother as his father placed his equipment next to him upon the cold marble floor. His mother looked down at him with a stern, but not unkind gaze in silence for several long moments before speaking in an authorative voice.

"You have completed the first test, my son. There will be many others, some more difficult than that which you have completed. Bear your weapons into battle with pride. Do not falter, do not waver in your faith in Sharess. If you fall, do so in a manner befitting of your clan, and of your house. Do this, and there will always be a place of honor for you here. Fail, and you will be forever cast out. Take not one step back from this point on."

Looking around at the others assembled to bear witness...his father, two brothers, sister, uncles, aunts and cousins...his mother addressed them,"You who have gathered to bear witness, do you find Alamandorious worthy? Do you believe he will be able to live up to what is expected of him?"

There was a chorus of solemn assents, almost as one monotone voice. His mother nodded and turned her attention back to her son.

"Arise, my son. Take the sword and headgear bequeathed unto you by your kin. Arise as a defender of our people, of our clan, of our faith. Arise and meet the challenge set before you, and overcome it with the skills and abilities bequeathed unto you by Sharess. Arise and wear the armor of a Templar, and bear the duty you have been born to with dignity."

His family began to file out of the hall, even as Alamandorious remained kneeling. Last to leave was his mother, who closed the solid gold doors leading to the main living area of their home...but did not bar them.

This was the final test...a heavy burden was set upon his shoulders...behind him was an exit, a way to shirk duty and live a life of freedom. A hard life, but one free of all that he had been pushed towards, however willingly, all his life. Before him was the golden door, the path to honor and duty...the doorway to join with his family. There was only one choice to be made.

No-one was surprised when he emerged into the main household a few minutes later, fully clad in his gleaming fullplate armor. Nothing further was said, but the approval in the voices of his family could be heard when they addressed him. His path was set, his destiny clear...the burden of duty, but the honor of serving were his to share with his kin.

Description:

Hair: White, completely straight going down to his mid-back. Even streaks of silver dye go along with his hair, starting at his hairline and working their way back, each staying no more and no less than an inch apart from each other.

Eyes: Aqua blue, and very expressive.

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 175 lbs

Noticeable traits: Slight angular facial features, Sharess's symbol tatooed in yellow upon his brow...lines up perfectly with the one on his headband.

Time Zone/Activity: AST/Depends on workload, usually at least once per day, often more.
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Postby Ssin'urn » Thu Apr 20, 2006 3:19 am

The fey perked up again, looking in the direction of the shy drow. Shaking her head quietly, she sighs, before answering.

"I pride myself with having read through the entire registration thread, and I tell you, no, there won't ever be a Drowolath allowed into the Kyorl'solenurn. At least, that's what Xian said, and he is the one you have to get it past, after all. He said that clans generally don't adopt everyone who comes to them, and the Kyorl's are exclusively Drowussu. So it won't happen, ever. They won't raise a Drowolath from infancy, and they won't adopt someone into the clan who had shown he was a devout follower of their view of Sharess. Ever. I can't say it enough."

"As for your other issue, both Raveran and Chel have things going on, though I am not sure were exactly you would find more other Illhar'dro."
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Postby Kite » Thu Apr 20, 2006 3:55 am

A small calico cat, seemingly resting the entire time until now, raises herself to her feet with all the effort of a furry bag of sand.

"Meow," she announces with indifferance, looking about the classroom from her perch at the teacher's desk. Uncat-like, she raises her paw and clears her throat.

"This Newbie thread has grown to quite a tremendous size, and I think it is time to let this one go and start anew." Expecting a possible objection, she raises her paw again for silence. "Don't worry-- this thread will only be locked, so if you need to grab any information from previous conversations or such, it will be there for you."

And lo, raising a great tiny claw, she swipes the sticky strands.
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Postby grfu » Thu Apr 20, 2006 3:58 am

A somehow animated teddy bear with a pierced ear speaks up.

"Do what you must, Lady Kite. We are right behind you . . . pushing all the way."
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