Amras Awarunya
Jan 23, 2012 22:37:58 GMT -5
Post by amras on Jan 23, 2012 22:37:58 GMT -5
If you'll excuse me, I'm horrible at character creation.
Full Name:Amras Awarunya
Other name: n/a
Race:Human
Side:Varden
Birthplace: Yazuac (before it's destruction.)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Birthday: 1/20
Eyes: Blue eyes
Hair: Brown hair, shoulder length, wavy.
Weight: 146, exactly.
Height: 5'7''
Magic User: Nope.
Preferred Weapon(s): Either dual wielding two swords, or sword and shield.
Appearance: Amras has medium length brown hair that's curly. His face is young and clean shaven, he is 5'8'', average height. His armor is made out of hardened leather with chainmail over it. When in battle he wears a chainmail coif, that covers his head and neck. His boots are regular leather. When not wearing his armor he wears a white and black tunic, with black pants. He lets his hair flow wildly. He has blue eyes and black hair. His skin is nicely tanned, and his teeth are white.
Likes: Cake, anything sweet, talking, flirting, making fun of people who smoke, and brawling. Shouting things to confuse the enemy in a fight, most commonly "FOR -enter commanding officers name here-" just to spite the officer, but make it look like he has a high level of loyalty towards him (Think Iago from Othello.)
Dislikes: smoking, pork, dragons, magic, dragon riders, anybody above the rank of Sergeant in his chain of command. Facial hair.
Strengths: Dual wielding swords, his constantly high morale, despite his distrust in his chain of command.
Weakness: When he's fighting he has tunnel vision, and does not seem to be 100% aware of his surroundings. He's easily angered, and is therefore impetuous when in formation before a battle.
Family: Fifteen year old sister who lives with the Varden.
Not-So-Brief History:
He grew up hating the Varden. He really did. He had lived in Yazuac with his sister his entire life, his mom and dad had ditched them both in an orphanage, he remembered. He didn't care. He took care of his sister, until he was old enough to be considered a man, and then he joined one of the fight clubs in Yazuac. He was an okay fighter, won more than he lost, so he earned enough money to sustain his sister and him self. Learned how to fight with two swords at the fight club, of course they used wooden swords. Until too many people started winning, and even the losers came back to win some times. The profit was going bad. So it turned into an underground gladiator arena. It's not like the Empire cared, and plus. It all but eliminated the unorganized crime in Yazuac. So he learned how to fight with two swords, and became a better fighter. The winnings were better, but so was the competition. He bought a house for his sister and him, they had seperate beds, a kitchen table, and food every other day.
and then.
Urgals.
He had heard that the Empire recruited Urgals. He had continued to not care. The attack began in the middle of the night, it was disturbingly violent, they didn't care who they killed, so, instead of throwing himself at the Urgals, like some men did while trying to defend their families, he simply grabbed his sister, his sword, and ran. He avoided anything taller than five feet, and fled the town. His sister had inquired as to where he was going. Well, after the attack on Yazuac, it was quite obvious that the Empire cared not for the lower class of their empire. So he did the only sensible thing. He went to Surda.
He walked with his sister, the sword and sheathe were the only thing he was able to grab, his sister grabbed a necklace. Like most fourteen year old girls would have done. "Amras. How come you didn't grab your other sword?" She had asked him this question once, and they just kept walking, he nonchalantly had said "because I would not have been able to drag you through Yazuac with a sword in my hand." It took them about a year to get from Yazuac to Surda. He ran into a lot of other refugees from many battles. He arrived in the weeks preceding the Battle of the Burning Planes, he had been discovered by an Imperial scouting party.
Thank god they weren't mounted. He and his sister sprinted, he had pulled his sister by her hand, he had managed to slay one soldier in one on one combat, but the other soldiers had quickly joined, seeing he was outnumbered, he grabbed his sister and ran. Thankfully...well, kind of thankfully, the Varden used him as bait for a trap, unknowing as he was of the trap, they sprung it right as one of the Imperials hopped on a horse and started to chase him down, and as the Sword of Death decended upon him, the Varden sprung a trap, shooting the soldier with an arrow first, and they quickly demolished the rest.
Amras was scared. The body had fallen on him, he quickly shoved it off of him and picked the sword up as the Varden came towards him, brandishing the weapons. "Who are you?" He said to the troops, they weren't wearing anything he could recognize them by, they could've been brigands. He put his sister behind him. "You'll have my head before you have my sister, I swear I'll kill all of you and then murder your families." The threat worked on most people, but he was out numbered, and they had spears. He was pretty much dead if he had planned to go through with the attack. "Calm down. We're members of the Varden." Amras sighed, dropping his weapons to the ground. "In that case, I want to join you. I can fight. All I want is for my sister to be taken care of." He said, and one of the soldiers nodded, while a man on a horse, with an extremely annoying moustache was giving orders, and had him and his sister tied up, one of the soldiers apologized to him, but obeyed the orders, his sister was slung over the horse, and he was forced to walk, tied to the horse. This was where his burning hatred for the officers came from, after having killed an imperial soldier, he took both of his swords, and paraded him and his sister into camp like they were prisoners of war.
Amras, as usual, was cursing up a storm, and yelling at the man and his ridiculous moustache, doing quite a good job of making himself look like a prisoner of war. Eventually, he was freed and enlisted into the Varden, his sister was taken care of, and he was to fight in the coming battle. The first thing he had done was clean himself.
The prelude to the battle was ridiculously unbearable. The armor he was wearing weighed him down, and he had learned that he was to be under the command of the man who had captured him..and his ridiculous moustache. He had somehow gotten to the rank of captain. Now the battle. There were magicians, and all sorts of ridiculous war machines that he knew nothing about. Then. The battle. It started with a messenger from the Empire, a refusal from the Varden, and then blood.
That was about as much as Amras remembered, besides the horrible dragons, and the magic.
He hated magic.
Then there was Feinster, and Aroughs. All battles as to which Amras learned to hate his captain even more. This was going by faster than he thought would...now, the battle of Uru'baen.
Full Name:Amras Awarunya
Other name: n/a
Race:Human
Side:Varden
Birthplace: Yazuac (before it's destruction.)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Birthday: 1/20
Eyes: Blue eyes
Hair: Brown hair, shoulder length, wavy.
Weight: 146, exactly.
Height: 5'7''
Magic User: Nope.
Preferred Weapon(s): Either dual wielding two swords, or sword and shield.
Appearance: Amras has medium length brown hair that's curly. His face is young and clean shaven, he is 5'8'', average height. His armor is made out of hardened leather with chainmail over it. When in battle he wears a chainmail coif, that covers his head and neck. His boots are regular leather. When not wearing his armor he wears a white and black tunic, with black pants. He lets his hair flow wildly. He has blue eyes and black hair. His skin is nicely tanned, and his teeth are white.
Likes: Cake, anything sweet, talking, flirting, making fun of people who smoke, and brawling. Shouting things to confuse the enemy in a fight, most commonly "FOR -enter commanding officers name here-" just to spite the officer, but make it look like he has a high level of loyalty towards him (Think Iago from Othello.)
Dislikes: smoking, pork, dragons, magic, dragon riders, anybody above the rank of Sergeant in his chain of command. Facial hair.
Strengths: Dual wielding swords, his constantly high morale, despite his distrust in his chain of command.
Weakness: When he's fighting he has tunnel vision, and does not seem to be 100% aware of his surroundings. He's easily angered, and is therefore impetuous when in formation before a battle.
Family: Fifteen year old sister who lives with the Varden.
Not-So-Brief History:
He grew up hating the Varden. He really did. He had lived in Yazuac with his sister his entire life, his mom and dad had ditched them both in an orphanage, he remembered. He didn't care. He took care of his sister, until he was old enough to be considered a man, and then he joined one of the fight clubs in Yazuac. He was an okay fighter, won more than he lost, so he earned enough money to sustain his sister and him self. Learned how to fight with two swords at the fight club, of course they used wooden swords. Until too many people started winning, and even the losers came back to win some times. The profit was going bad. So it turned into an underground gladiator arena. It's not like the Empire cared, and plus. It all but eliminated the unorganized crime in Yazuac. So he learned how to fight with two swords, and became a better fighter. The winnings were better, but so was the competition. He bought a house for his sister and him, they had seperate beds, a kitchen table, and food every other day.
and then.
Urgals.
He had heard that the Empire recruited Urgals. He had continued to not care. The attack began in the middle of the night, it was disturbingly violent, they didn't care who they killed, so, instead of throwing himself at the Urgals, like some men did while trying to defend their families, he simply grabbed his sister, his sword, and ran. He avoided anything taller than five feet, and fled the town. His sister had inquired as to where he was going. Well, after the attack on Yazuac, it was quite obvious that the Empire cared not for the lower class of their empire. So he did the only sensible thing. He went to Surda.
He walked with his sister, the sword and sheathe were the only thing he was able to grab, his sister grabbed a necklace. Like most fourteen year old girls would have done. "Amras. How come you didn't grab your other sword?" She had asked him this question once, and they just kept walking, he nonchalantly had said "because I would not have been able to drag you through Yazuac with a sword in my hand." It took them about a year to get from Yazuac to Surda. He ran into a lot of other refugees from many battles. He arrived in the weeks preceding the Battle of the Burning Planes, he had been discovered by an Imperial scouting party.
Thank god they weren't mounted. He and his sister sprinted, he had pulled his sister by her hand, he had managed to slay one soldier in one on one combat, but the other soldiers had quickly joined, seeing he was outnumbered, he grabbed his sister and ran. Thankfully...well, kind of thankfully, the Varden used him as bait for a trap, unknowing as he was of the trap, they sprung it right as one of the Imperials hopped on a horse and started to chase him down, and as the Sword of Death decended upon him, the Varden sprung a trap, shooting the soldier with an arrow first, and they quickly demolished the rest.
Amras was scared. The body had fallen on him, he quickly shoved it off of him and picked the sword up as the Varden came towards him, brandishing the weapons. "Who are you?" He said to the troops, they weren't wearing anything he could recognize them by, they could've been brigands. He put his sister behind him. "You'll have my head before you have my sister, I swear I'll kill all of you and then murder your families." The threat worked on most people, but he was out numbered, and they had spears. He was pretty much dead if he had planned to go through with the attack. "Calm down. We're members of the Varden." Amras sighed, dropping his weapons to the ground. "In that case, I want to join you. I can fight. All I want is for my sister to be taken care of." He said, and one of the soldiers nodded, while a man on a horse, with an extremely annoying moustache was giving orders, and had him and his sister tied up, one of the soldiers apologized to him, but obeyed the orders, his sister was slung over the horse, and he was forced to walk, tied to the horse. This was where his burning hatred for the officers came from, after having killed an imperial soldier, he took both of his swords, and paraded him and his sister into camp like they were prisoners of war.
Amras, as usual, was cursing up a storm, and yelling at the man and his ridiculous moustache, doing quite a good job of making himself look like a prisoner of war. Eventually, he was freed and enlisted into the Varden, his sister was taken care of, and he was to fight in the coming battle. The first thing he had done was clean himself.
The prelude to the battle was ridiculously unbearable. The armor he was wearing weighed him down, and he had learned that he was to be under the command of the man who had captured him..and his ridiculous moustache. He had somehow gotten to the rank of captain. Now the battle. There were magicians, and all sorts of ridiculous war machines that he knew nothing about. Then. The battle. It started with a messenger from the Empire, a refusal from the Varden, and then blood.
That was about as much as Amras remembered, besides the horrible dragons, and the magic.
He hated magic.
Then there was Feinster, and Aroughs. All battles as to which Amras learned to hate his captain even more. This was going by faster than he thought would...now, the battle of Uru'baen.
