Aldric Elsterson, Human, Varden
Jan 11, 2012 19:37:21 GMT -5
Post by Cloquet on Jan 11, 2012 19:37:21 GMT -5
Full Name: Aldric Elsterson
Other name(s): N/A
Race: Human
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Dras-Leona
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 19th
Eyes: Dark green
Hair: Light brown, he lets it grow out quite a bitbecause he's lazy and it's not extremely curly so it often gets in his face.
Weight: 164 lbs.
Height: 5'8''
Magic User: Yes (but he doesn't know it yet)
Preferred Weapon(s): The only thing he's ever fought with was... His fists! Of course that was until he recently joined the Varden. They issued him a standard sword and shield. It's a bit awkward for him and he did actually prefer to fight bare handed, though he knows that's suicide in a proper battle.
Appearance:
Personality:
[Impatient] He can't seem to find time to stop. Things need to keep happening, and he doesn't like it when nothing is happening. He can't sit still, literally, he has to stand up if he's been sitting down for more then ten minutes. When it seems like he's not making progress then he can get quite frustrated.
[willingness] He is willing to fight, he's had more then a few scraps. He is willing to go on ahead even when it seems risky or hopeless. He is also willing to push past his fears, thought he may need a little motivation depending on his mood.
[approachable] Despite his temper he is approachable, he loves talking with people, well people that he agrees with that is. He wouldn't enjoy talking to someone like Galbatorix for example. He usually tries his best to get along with his allies though.
[observant] He is very watchful, usually taking small occurrences into consideration until he can fully understand them. This helps him in battle as well, if something is off kilter he can often adjust as needed and guess how his opponent will react. This has been very useful with wielding a sword and shield.
[scared] Although he has caused and participated in his fair share of fights, he is actually scared of large scale battles. Battles where he has a good chance to die or be seriously injured. He is scared of being overwhelmed and beaten down or stabbed. This is more of a subconscious fear though, and he'd never admit that he's scared.
Likes: The ocean, sunny days, the smell of rain, he likes creatures that fly because he simply enjoys the thought of flying, good stories, dogs, and talking with people.
Dislikes: Cats, people who think they know everything or think they know best for him, being alone, and fog which mostly came from his time on the docks and on ships.
Strengths: Adaptable, gets things done, works well with others, is good in a fight, of course that depends on the other person as well, but generally he is good at calculating his opponent.
Weakness: Arrogant as a result of his impatience, rebellious in nature, impatient as stated above, can be unfocused at times, and he is inexperienced with a sword
Family: A younger brother named Harrock, his current location is unknown to Aldric seeing as how he was adopted off a long time ago. Read the history for more info.
Not-So-Brief History:
He was born in the dreary city of Dras-Leona. As a child he adored the Empire, his father was a soldier sworn to fight for Galbatorix. Aldric always imagined that he would one day fight in the army as well, against the Varden. He was an adventurous child, often exploring further into the city and even beyond that. He did get into trouble with his parents of course, but he managed to keep his rebellious spirit and dragged his younger brother along for the ride.
As he got older his mother became more sick, his father became increasingly weary of the situation. Aldric was scared, though he could never imagine anything would happen to his parents. He would assure his younger brother that their mother would get better with time. His mother managed through her sickness, though she was very weak. Even though his mother was safe for the moment everything changed when he learned that his father had died in battle.
At the young age of seven Aldric, his brother Harrock, and his mother Kirsten, all set off for Feinster. His mother was very weak and she decided it would be best if they moved to the port city, which was the last place her father was living at. Even at Aldric's young age he could tell that she was different. She had barely managed to fight off a disease and then the loss of their father. That point of his life was his lowest, he only felt fear and sorrow, every other emotion was hollow. The journey to Feinster was agonizing, they had brought their horse with them to carry a few belongings, but as they continued his mother had to support herself on the horse while she walked.
It was late at night when they finally saw the lights of Feinster glittering off in the distance. He was barely awake when they walked up to the gate, his little brother was sitting on the horse and he was walking, or stumbling, by the side of it. The relief of ending the journey was short lived though, Aldric's mother fainted once they were outside her father's house. It didn't matter though as it turned out his grandfather had moved to Aroughs.
Everything happened very fast after that. Healers took his mother away after people had found them, then the soldiers took him and his brother to a building with other children in it. At first he was upset, he had no idea why he had been taken away from his mother and continuously asked the caretakers. They tried their best to explain it softly to him, but there was no hiding that his mother had died of illness and that he was going to stay in the orphanage until he was adopted by a new family. It felt like a dream and it didn't start to sink in until the next morning.
He wasn't sure what to think of it, he had trouble keeping himself encouraged, let alone encourage his brother and tell him that it would all work out for the better. Unlike normally he didn't feel like rebelling and running away, there was nothing out in the world for him. So he did decide to stay in the city, but he often sneak out of the orphanage and would roam the city. His favorite place to be was the docks, the thought of sailing out into the expanse of blue seemed to interest him.
He grew older, his younger brother was adopted away, though Aldric fought the caretakers and the new family for his brother. Of course there wasn't much he could do since he was so small. Every time he made a friend they would be adopted away eventually to. For a while it seemed that everyone was leaving, except him. He felt bad, like everyone thought he wasn't good enough for them. He stayed in the orphanage until he was completely sure that he would never be adopted off. When he came to terms with that he stopped hanging around the orphanage so much, and actually managed to get a job at the docks.
The men at the docks had fiery tempers, and he got into more then his fair share of fights. More then often he was beaten senseless, though every time he lost he would adjust his fighting style based on the person and the mistakes he made last time. Soon he was very able in a fist fight. He learned fast on the docks, and he worked like he had never worked before. It hardened him, not just physically, but mentally as well.
On the docks he made friends with an old story teller named Jeran. He told Aldric many tales of old, most of which were of the dragon riders. Aldric was fascinated by their description, and was surprised when he was told of their fall and that Galbatorix was responsible for it. It really struck a chord in him, he hadn't ever learned the history of Aleagasia before and to know of the evils that the emperor had committed was shocking. There was no way he could ever look at an empire soldier in hatred, but he could imagine fighting against Galbatorix. He was fifteen when he decided to seek out the Varden. From what he had heard it sounded like they had moved to Surda so he stocked up food and set out on a journey to find the elusive rebellion.
His journey was long and tiresome, although he never seemed to have any trouble with groups of soldiers. After a long while he reached the Surdan city of Dauth, he was met by a group of city guards. It took some doing but eventually they let him join the Varden, and they searched his mind, which was one of the oddest experiences he's ever had. Because of his age and inexperience they gave him the duty of courier between the Varden camp and the cities in Surda. He spent the rest of his time doing that, never fighting in any of the battles like he had hoped. Though with the Varden's numbers beginning to dwindle that may change very soon.
Anything extra: I'm going to apply for one of the new riders after this is accepted :3 (I wasn't completely sure how that worked so I'm being safe P: ) I also hope that the history is fine.
Password: censored :P
Other name(s): N/A
Race: Human
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Dras-Leona
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 19th
Eyes: Dark green
Hair: Light brown, he lets it grow out quite a bit
Weight: 164 lbs.
Height: 5'8''
Magic User: Yes (but he doesn't know it yet)
Preferred Weapon(s): The only thing he's ever fought with was... His fists! Of course that was until he recently joined the Varden. They issued him a standard sword and shield. It's a bit awkward for him and he did actually prefer to fight bare handed, though he knows that's suicide in a proper battle.
Appearance:
Personality:
[Impatient] He can't seem to find time to stop. Things need to keep happening, and he doesn't like it when nothing is happening. He can't sit still, literally, he has to stand up if he's been sitting down for more then ten minutes. When it seems like he's not making progress then he can get quite frustrated.
[willingness] He is willing to fight, he's had more then a few scraps. He is willing to go on ahead even when it seems risky or hopeless. He is also willing to push past his fears, thought he may need a little motivation depending on his mood.
[approachable] Despite his temper he is approachable, he loves talking with people, well people that he agrees with that is. He wouldn't enjoy talking to someone like Galbatorix for example. He usually tries his best to get along with his allies though.
[observant] He is very watchful, usually taking small occurrences into consideration until he can fully understand them. This helps him in battle as well, if something is off kilter he can often adjust as needed and guess how his opponent will react. This has been very useful with wielding a sword and shield.
[scared] Although he has caused and participated in his fair share of fights, he is actually scared of large scale battles. Battles where he has a good chance to die or be seriously injured. He is scared of being overwhelmed and beaten down or stabbed. This is more of a subconscious fear though, and he'd never admit that he's scared.
Likes: The ocean, sunny days, the smell of rain, he likes creatures that fly because he simply enjoys the thought of flying, good stories, dogs, and talking with people.
Dislikes: Cats, people who think they know everything or think they know best for him, being alone, and fog which mostly came from his time on the docks and on ships.
Strengths: Adaptable, gets things done, works well with others, is good in a fight, of course that depends on the other person as well, but generally he is good at calculating his opponent.
Weakness: Arrogant as a result of his impatience, rebellious in nature, impatient as stated above, can be unfocused at times, and he is inexperienced with a sword
Family: A younger brother named Harrock, his current location is unknown to Aldric seeing as how he was adopted off a long time ago. Read the history for more info.
Not-So-Brief History:
He was born in the dreary city of Dras-Leona. As a child he adored the Empire, his father was a soldier sworn to fight for Galbatorix. Aldric always imagined that he would one day fight in the army as well, against the Varden. He was an adventurous child, often exploring further into the city and even beyond that. He did get into trouble with his parents of course, but he managed to keep his rebellious spirit and dragged his younger brother along for the ride.
As he got older his mother became more sick, his father became increasingly weary of the situation. Aldric was scared, though he could never imagine anything would happen to his parents. He would assure his younger brother that their mother would get better with time. His mother managed through her sickness, though she was very weak. Even though his mother was safe for the moment everything changed when he learned that his father had died in battle.
At the young age of seven Aldric, his brother Harrock, and his mother Kirsten, all set off for Feinster. His mother was very weak and she decided it would be best if they moved to the port city, which was the last place her father was living at. Even at Aldric's young age he could tell that she was different. She had barely managed to fight off a disease and then the loss of their father. That point of his life was his lowest, he only felt fear and sorrow, every other emotion was hollow. The journey to Feinster was agonizing, they had brought their horse with them to carry a few belongings, but as they continued his mother had to support herself on the horse while she walked.
It was late at night when they finally saw the lights of Feinster glittering off in the distance. He was barely awake when they walked up to the gate, his little brother was sitting on the horse and he was walking, or stumbling, by the side of it. The relief of ending the journey was short lived though, Aldric's mother fainted once they were outside her father's house. It didn't matter though as it turned out his grandfather had moved to Aroughs.
Everything happened very fast after that. Healers took his mother away after people had found them, then the soldiers took him and his brother to a building with other children in it. At first he was upset, he had no idea why he had been taken away from his mother and continuously asked the caretakers. They tried their best to explain it softly to him, but there was no hiding that his mother had died of illness and that he was going to stay in the orphanage until he was adopted by a new family. It felt like a dream and it didn't start to sink in until the next morning.
He wasn't sure what to think of it, he had trouble keeping himself encouraged, let alone encourage his brother and tell him that it would all work out for the better. Unlike normally he didn't feel like rebelling and running away, there was nothing out in the world for him. So he did decide to stay in the city, but he often sneak out of the orphanage and would roam the city. His favorite place to be was the docks, the thought of sailing out into the expanse of blue seemed to interest him.
He grew older, his younger brother was adopted away, though Aldric fought the caretakers and the new family for his brother. Of course there wasn't much he could do since he was so small. Every time he made a friend they would be adopted away eventually to. For a while it seemed that everyone was leaving, except him. He felt bad, like everyone thought he wasn't good enough for them. He stayed in the orphanage until he was completely sure that he would never be adopted off. When he came to terms with that he stopped hanging around the orphanage so much, and actually managed to get a job at the docks.
The men at the docks had fiery tempers, and he got into more then his fair share of fights. More then often he was beaten senseless, though every time he lost he would adjust his fighting style based on the person and the mistakes he made last time. Soon he was very able in a fist fight. He learned fast on the docks, and he worked like he had never worked before. It hardened him, not just physically, but mentally as well.
On the docks he made friends with an old story teller named Jeran. He told Aldric many tales of old, most of which were of the dragon riders. Aldric was fascinated by their description, and was surprised when he was told of their fall and that Galbatorix was responsible for it. It really struck a chord in him, he hadn't ever learned the history of Aleagasia before and to know of the evils that the emperor had committed was shocking. There was no way he could ever look at an empire soldier in hatred, but he could imagine fighting against Galbatorix. He was fifteen when he decided to seek out the Varden. From what he had heard it sounded like they had moved to Surda so he stocked up food and set out on a journey to find the elusive rebellion.
His journey was long and tiresome, although he never seemed to have any trouble with groups of soldiers. After a long while he reached the Surdan city of Dauth, he was met by a group of city guards. It took some doing but eventually they let him join the Varden, and they searched his mind, which was one of the oddest experiences he's ever had. Because of his age and inexperience they gave him the duty of courier between the Varden camp and the cities in Surda. He spent the rest of his time doing that, never fighting in any of the battles like he had hoped. Though with the Varden's numbers beginning to dwindle that may change very soon.
Anything extra: I'm going to apply for one of the new riders after this is accepted :3 (I wasn't completely sure how that worked so I'm being safe P: ) I also hope that the history is fine.
Password: censored :P
thank you, also thanks for the advice I like putting my characters in interesting situations (especially if it makes them squirm >] ) 
