Zilo Varden warrior
Dec 20, 2011 12:37:39 GMT -5
Post by Zilo on Dec 20, 2011 12:37:39 GMT -5
Full Name: Zilo Telavu
Other name: Crying Rain.
Race: Human
Side: Varden- Warrior
Birthplace: Aroughs
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birthday: Janurary 1st.
Eyes: Golden/yellow
Hair: White and is kept brushed downwards. He doesn’t do anything particular to it.
Weight: 230 pounds.
Height: Six foot five.
Magic User: Has not learned just yet. Wishes to learn even if its just a little.
Preferred Weapon(s): Photo: images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100702181853/rpcharacters/images/0/03/Kit_Rae_Black_Legion_Battle_Axe_KR22B.jpg
Atrum Flamma: (Dark Flame) A giant axe that Zilo was given when he joined the empire as a recruit. Though it has no special abilities, the axes blades are made just like a Katana. The metal is folded over in a series or repeated procedures. Making it to where the blades take longer to dull and harder to break.
Appearance: photo i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd114/BlackSapph/Anime/Animeguy.jpg Description: Zilo is what you call a tall but fit man. Ever since joining the empire for the short time he was there. He had been training his skills in battle with an axe he was given. His body is well toned. He has a tattoo on his right arm that is an ancient design. That most elves would notice as the mark of loneliness. One to show he only cared for revenge for his father. His hair is kept down almost as if wetted and left to dry. His eyes glow golden like that of the sun.
Likes: Reading , Fighting, Most importantly he loves to study magic. He wishes that he could learn to use it one day, the philosophy of dragons, Revenge against the empire.
Dislikes: Stuck up Nobles, The empire for sending his dad to fight and not him, and for forcing his mother and father into slavery with the use of magic. Urgals (Not a residual I will kill you feeling. But has hostility against them for killing his father.)
Strengths: Zilo only known strength is that he is able to wield his giant two handed axe with one hand. At a speed that normal men would struggle with both. He had been training with using the axe with one hand his entire training period. His left hand is said to be faster than his right.
Weakness: He doesn’t allow anyone to get close to him easily. So he appears to be blunt and uncaring and draws in a lot of enemies. Basically he’s like a walking dead man, from so many people wishing to kill him.
Family: All deceased.
Alathar: Father: Died in battle at the mountains’ from and urgal attack.
Analice: Mother: Died giving birth.
Not-So-Brief History: Zilo was born on the day of new years, also the day of his mother’s death. In the city of Aroughs. Came a small cry a noise almost that of a small child. Inside of a house lit with candles at one in the morning a baby boy was being born. Though it seemed to be a mistake at the time, with the woman lying on the bed crying and happy to deliver a healthy baby boy to the world, she had known she was sick and could not last. Knowing what she did she had her husband promise the night before to protect the baby boy. Knowing what was going to happen, the man felt empty upon the birth starring at the small boy. And the woman he loved dying slowly from her sickness and the strain the birth had caused on her. Not moving a inch he starred as his wife died. The breath escaped her lungs as a small smile appeared on her face from seeing the man she loved and the boy they had created in his arms. The man now seeing the dead woman could no longer hold in his tears. Crying softly he looked down at the boy. The storms outside made him think. “Zilo…” He had decided on that name long before. “Zilo the crying Rain…”. The man that had spoken that name was none other than his father Alathar. And the woman that had died was Analice his mother.
The man had stuck to his word and raised the kid as if he was the last thing he had to remember her by. Each day Zilo and Alathar would go out together. And walk around the city a little bit allowing him to see the outside and not just brick and tile everyday. His father had taught Zilo how to read and write since he was old enough to learn. Now the little boy thought he knew everything just being five years old. His father always had to remind him that things would not be just like he said. His father a foot soldier in the empire army had been something else. He finally decided that on Zilos eight birthday he would learn to wield a weapon. Choosing something he thought was easy for the kid he choose to teach him the style of fighting he preferred. When his eighth birthday came around Alathar had boughten an axe for his young boy. The axe was custom made at the weight and height for the boy. It was specially made for him to be a small two handed axe child size. As his father taught him to fight he noticed the young boy didn’t fight like others he had seen. Instead of using both hands during training, he watched his son use one hand to train with the axe.
Surprised by the distinguishing feature of the boy, His father thought that maybe he would wear out of it. Over the years though the boy was getting stronger, faster, and more tactic almost, each year he had a bigger axe to match his height that he had grown. Alathar was surprised to see his son becoming a decent axe an. Debating at the time of twelve years had passed. The boy he had raised now a seventeen year old. He had debated whether or not to let him join the army. Finally giving in he decided to let his son join the empire on his own free will. Upon joining his dad had made him a specially crafted axe. Atrum Flamma, Dark Flame. His special axe was forged in a way no others where. The blades on the end of both sides, was smoothed refined and folded over many times giving it a thin appearance. But reality was it was heavier that most men would believe. Training his son for another year with the trainer training him as well. He watched his boy use the axe as if it where like his child hood one. Then a dark day came. On one of the missions Zilos father was sent on he was killed by Urgals. The empire excuse was that the men where unfit for their mission then. And they had soiled the empires name. During that time he decided it wasn’t right to fight for the empire. Something in his mind clicked that day. And he decided that he wanted to destroy the king.
Upon Zilos nineteenth birthday he had gotten a tattoo on his right arm of the design he saw in an old book in his fathers studies. The tattooist recommended that he didn’t get the design implemented onto his body but he had the man proceed. A few days after getting the tattoo an attack happened on the village. By a man named Roran Stronghammer. He was sent by the varden who Zilo had heard the name before. Being released out of the city he decided he would side with the varden. Upon entering their camp with his weapon he was placed under confinement. After a couple of days he was released and had been told he would be allowed to join them. Happy for the chance to join them he felt at ease with being captured. But he had learned that many people from his birth place had been killed. Pushing the thought aside he had only one goal. And that was to kill the king. After the Varden had captured Aroughs, they where on the move again with only a few days of rest, surprised by the determinations of the Varden, He had not expected the empire to lose like they did. Battle after battle it seemed to be the Varden was going to win. But now he did not know. Everyone tired and hungry, all else they where barely able to continue. Sitting there now at the varden encampment he wondered now. Did he choose the right path? That will be determined in the roleplays ahead….. (His story starts now if you don’t mind~)
Anything extra: Since there is no eggs. I figured it would be nice to wait with Zilo and see if later it is possible during the, revive of the Riders for him to become one. That’s only if you guys think id be able to handle that responsibility.
Password: Witch of Teirm
Other name: Crying Rain.
Race: Human
Side: Varden- Warrior
Birthplace: Aroughs
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birthday: Janurary 1st.
Eyes: Golden/yellow
Hair: White and is kept brushed downwards. He doesn’t do anything particular to it.
Weight: 230 pounds.
Height: Six foot five.
Magic User: Has not learned just yet. Wishes to learn even if its just a little.
Preferred Weapon(s): Photo: images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100702181853/rpcharacters/images/0/03/Kit_Rae_Black_Legion_Battle_Axe_KR22B.jpg
Atrum Flamma: (Dark Flame) A giant axe that Zilo was given when he joined the empire as a recruit. Though it has no special abilities, the axes blades are made just like a Katana. The metal is folded over in a series or repeated procedures. Making it to where the blades take longer to dull and harder to break.
Appearance: photo i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd114/BlackSapph/Anime/Animeguy.jpg Description: Zilo is what you call a tall but fit man. Ever since joining the empire for the short time he was there. He had been training his skills in battle with an axe he was given. His body is well toned. He has a tattoo on his right arm that is an ancient design. That most elves would notice as the mark of loneliness. One to show he only cared for revenge for his father. His hair is kept down almost as if wetted and left to dry. His eyes glow golden like that of the sun.
Likes: Reading , Fighting, Most importantly he loves to study magic. He wishes that he could learn to use it one day, the philosophy of dragons, Revenge against the empire.
Dislikes: Stuck up Nobles, The empire for sending his dad to fight and not him, and for forcing his mother and father into slavery with the use of magic. Urgals (Not a residual I will kill you feeling. But has hostility against them for killing his father.)
Strengths: Zilo only known strength is that he is able to wield his giant two handed axe with one hand. At a speed that normal men would struggle with both. He had been training with using the axe with one hand his entire training period. His left hand is said to be faster than his right.
Weakness: He doesn’t allow anyone to get close to him easily. So he appears to be blunt and uncaring and draws in a lot of enemies. Basically he’s like a walking dead man, from so many people wishing to kill him.
Family: All deceased.
Alathar: Father: Died in battle at the mountains’ from and urgal attack.
Analice: Mother: Died giving birth.
Not-So-Brief History: Zilo was born on the day of new years, also the day of his mother’s death. In the city of Aroughs. Came a small cry a noise almost that of a small child. Inside of a house lit with candles at one in the morning a baby boy was being born. Though it seemed to be a mistake at the time, with the woman lying on the bed crying and happy to deliver a healthy baby boy to the world, she had known she was sick and could not last. Knowing what she did she had her husband promise the night before to protect the baby boy. Knowing what was going to happen, the man felt empty upon the birth starring at the small boy. And the woman he loved dying slowly from her sickness and the strain the birth had caused on her. Not moving a inch he starred as his wife died. The breath escaped her lungs as a small smile appeared on her face from seeing the man she loved and the boy they had created in his arms. The man now seeing the dead woman could no longer hold in his tears. Crying softly he looked down at the boy. The storms outside made him think. “Zilo…” He had decided on that name long before. “Zilo the crying Rain…”. The man that had spoken that name was none other than his father Alathar. And the woman that had died was Analice his mother.
The man had stuck to his word and raised the kid as if he was the last thing he had to remember her by. Each day Zilo and Alathar would go out together. And walk around the city a little bit allowing him to see the outside and not just brick and tile everyday. His father had taught Zilo how to read and write since he was old enough to learn. Now the little boy thought he knew everything just being five years old. His father always had to remind him that things would not be just like he said. His father a foot soldier in the empire army had been something else. He finally decided that on Zilos eight birthday he would learn to wield a weapon. Choosing something he thought was easy for the kid he choose to teach him the style of fighting he preferred. When his eighth birthday came around Alathar had boughten an axe for his young boy. The axe was custom made at the weight and height for the boy. It was specially made for him to be a small two handed axe child size. As his father taught him to fight he noticed the young boy didn’t fight like others he had seen. Instead of using both hands during training, he watched his son use one hand to train with the axe.
Surprised by the distinguishing feature of the boy, His father thought that maybe he would wear out of it. Over the years though the boy was getting stronger, faster, and more tactic almost, each year he had a bigger axe to match his height that he had grown. Alathar was surprised to see his son becoming a decent axe an. Debating at the time of twelve years had passed. The boy he had raised now a seventeen year old. He had debated whether or not to let him join the army. Finally giving in he decided to let his son join the empire on his own free will. Upon joining his dad had made him a specially crafted axe. Atrum Flamma, Dark Flame. His special axe was forged in a way no others where. The blades on the end of both sides, was smoothed refined and folded over many times giving it a thin appearance. But reality was it was heavier that most men would believe. Training his son for another year with the trainer training him as well. He watched his boy use the axe as if it where like his child hood one. Then a dark day came. On one of the missions Zilos father was sent on he was killed by Urgals. The empire excuse was that the men where unfit for their mission then. And they had soiled the empires name. During that time he decided it wasn’t right to fight for the empire. Something in his mind clicked that day. And he decided that he wanted to destroy the king.
Upon Zilos nineteenth birthday he had gotten a tattoo on his right arm of the design he saw in an old book in his fathers studies. The tattooist recommended that he didn’t get the design implemented onto his body but he had the man proceed. A few days after getting the tattoo an attack happened on the village. By a man named Roran Stronghammer. He was sent by the varden who Zilo had heard the name before. Being released out of the city he decided he would side with the varden. Upon entering their camp with his weapon he was placed under confinement. After a couple of days he was released and had been told he would be allowed to join them. Happy for the chance to join them he felt at ease with being captured. But he had learned that many people from his birth place had been killed. Pushing the thought aside he had only one goal. And that was to kill the king. After the Varden had captured Aroughs, they where on the move again with only a few days of rest, surprised by the determinations of the Varden, He had not expected the empire to lose like they did. Battle after battle it seemed to be the Varden was going to win. But now he did not know. Everyone tired and hungry, all else they where barely able to continue. Sitting there now at the varden encampment he wondered now. Did he choose the right path? That will be determined in the roleplays ahead….. (His story starts now if you don’t mind~)
Anything extra: Since there is no eggs. I figured it would be nice to wait with Zilo and see if later it is possible during the, revive of the Riders for him to become one. That’s only if you guys think id be able to handle that responsibility.
Password: Witch of Teirm
