Shaelren Thorsson
Aug 9, 2013 20:25:59 GMT -5
Post by Brenton on Aug 9, 2013 20:25:59 GMT -5
Full Name: Shaelren Thorsson
Other name: Street Rat
Race: Elf but he was made to look like a human when his mother was dying.
Side: Neutral in a sense since he was made an orphan by the Empire killing his mother in a nightly raid upon the small village just outside Teirm.
Birthplace: Originally the outskirts of Du Weldenvarden but the first memory he has is when he was two and living in Teirm with his sickly mother.
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Birthday: The second day of Spring
Eyes: Greenish blue
Hair: Sandy blonde
Weight: 96 pounds (he has lived on the streets for years with little to eat.)
Height: Five feet and Six inches
Magic User: Yes but he has no idea that he can use magic
Preferred Weapon(s): He has no actual weapon besides that small hunting dagger he took from a fallen Empire soldier after his mother was killed.
Appearance: (What does he/she look like? What kind of clothing does he/she wear? Scars?)
Grimy with long greasy blonde hair, Shaelren has clothes that are ripped and dirty but he has newish looking wraps from his fists. He stands at about five feet and seven inches with no fat but hardened muscles. He is all arms and legs with the grace of an elf but he looks human.
Personality: Witty and calm but he is not scared to fight. Shaelren is a normal rebellious teenage boy but with the simple fact that he has lived for years on the streets and therefore has grown to where he doesn't care about the law for he is unable to follow the law. His eyes always follow girls and he looks up to people such as Kialandi Morzansson who defend him and are strong and obviously warriors.
--->Likes: Roaming the streets, Swimming, Climbing, Sword fighting even though he has no sword, Running
--->Dislikes: The Empire, royal people, Merchants, Guards, the Law
--->Strengths: Running, Agility, Grace, Climbing, Swimming
--->Weakness: Not trained with weapons, Always hungry, Has no armor or weapons besides a small knife
Family:
Thor Gorlsson - Father (deceased)
Seraphina Annleighsdaughter - Mother (deceased)
History:
Born as an elf in the outskirts of Du Weldenvarden, Shaelren was liked immediately by everyone even though his father was a lord who acted much like the tyrant king, Galbatorix. Shaelren was only three months old when his father Thor was killed in a random archery mishap. The three month old and his mother were instantly shunned because Shaelren was not old enough to take the place of Lord Thor and that meant that his uncle had to take Thor's place. When that happened, Shaelren was taken to Teirm to live but along the way they gathered many fights because they were elves. So when Shaelren was one year old, he was magically altered to look like a human so that he was able to better fit in as one of them.
Shaelren and his mother were living in Teirm when he turned two years old and his first memory was that of a guard arresting their neighbor for treason to the king. When that happened, a large investigation was started which caused him and his mother to move so they wouldn't be attacked like the rest of the fugitives that resided inside the walls of Teirm. As the two fled to the countryside for a couple weeks, they were ambushed and Shaelren's mother was killed in the resulting fight just as she killed the last attacker.
Shaelren started growing up as a street rat and soon was given the name Street Rat when he was four years old because of his successful theft of a large hunk of beef so he could feed himself. Yet when he got to the alleys where he lived he was ambushed by a group of older kids who also lived on the streets. When he was offered to live on the streets with them and always have food, Shaelren turned them down because he knew that they would turn on him if they got the chance.
More years passed and more merchants were stolen from as Shaelren got better and better at stealing yet he never took anything he did not absolutely need. The boy was a Street Rat who needed food to live, not a common thief who needed to steal for money that he did not need. Because he was so good at stealing, Shaelren hit up the merchants every other day to get food but soon the guards began to recognize him on sight. Shaelren was ten years old the first time he had to go without food and he then grew desperate enough to get over confident.
It was when Shaelren turned twelve that he knew he was getting too over confident in his work. The boy had been trying to take enough food to last him a week when a guard had passed by just at that moment. Shaelren had thought he had timed it just right so the guards would be out of the way but the boy had misjudged the guard shift change and was forced to fight. It was that night he spent in the jail just within the city walls. Shaelren was able to escape from the cells by some miracle (magic) that he had no idea how it had happened.
Shaelren spent the next year avoiding all people he could for they knew his face and there was a bounty on his head. Over time the guards gave up and the city stopped caring. Yet when Shaelren turned thirteen years old, he met someone who helped him a lot. Shaelren had been at a market and had seen the meat merchant setting out his food when he couldn't take it anymore. The boy ran up and swiped a meat strip yet he was caught and just barely made it to the roofs but someone had stepped forward and paid the price to keep him from the cells.
Other name: Street Rat
Race: Elf but he was made to look like a human when his mother was dying.
Side: Neutral in a sense since he was made an orphan by the Empire killing his mother in a nightly raid upon the small village just outside Teirm.
Birthplace: Originally the outskirts of Du Weldenvarden but the first memory he has is when he was two and living in Teirm with his sickly mother.
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Birthday: The second day of Spring
Eyes: Greenish blue
Hair: Sandy blonde
Weight: 96 pounds (he has lived on the streets for years with little to eat.)
Height: Five feet and Six inches
Magic User: Yes but he has no idea that he can use magic
Preferred Weapon(s): He has no actual weapon besides that small hunting dagger he took from a fallen Empire soldier after his mother was killed.
Appearance: (What does he/she look like? What kind of clothing does he/she wear? Scars?)
Grimy with long greasy blonde hair, Shaelren has clothes that are ripped and dirty but he has newish looking wraps from his fists. He stands at about five feet and seven inches with no fat but hardened muscles. He is all arms and legs with the grace of an elf but he looks human.
Personality: Witty and calm but he is not scared to fight. Shaelren is a normal rebellious teenage boy but with the simple fact that he has lived for years on the streets and therefore has grown to where he doesn't care about the law for he is unable to follow the law. His eyes always follow girls and he looks up to people such as Kialandi Morzansson who defend him and are strong and obviously warriors.
--->Likes: Roaming the streets, Swimming, Climbing, Sword fighting even though he has no sword, Running
--->Dislikes: The Empire, royal people, Merchants, Guards, the Law
--->Strengths: Running, Agility, Grace, Climbing, Swimming
--->Weakness: Not trained with weapons, Always hungry, Has no armor or weapons besides a small knife
Family:
Thor Gorlsson - Father (deceased)
Seraphina Annleighsdaughter - Mother (deceased)
History:
Born as an elf in the outskirts of Du Weldenvarden, Shaelren was liked immediately by everyone even though his father was a lord who acted much like the tyrant king, Galbatorix. Shaelren was only three months old when his father Thor was killed in a random archery mishap. The three month old and his mother were instantly shunned because Shaelren was not old enough to take the place of Lord Thor and that meant that his uncle had to take Thor's place. When that happened, Shaelren was taken to Teirm to live but along the way they gathered many fights because they were elves. So when Shaelren was one year old, he was magically altered to look like a human so that he was able to better fit in as one of them.
Shaelren and his mother were living in Teirm when he turned two years old and his first memory was that of a guard arresting their neighbor for treason to the king. When that happened, a large investigation was started which caused him and his mother to move so they wouldn't be attacked like the rest of the fugitives that resided inside the walls of Teirm. As the two fled to the countryside for a couple weeks, they were ambushed and Shaelren's mother was killed in the resulting fight just as she killed the last attacker.
Shaelren started growing up as a street rat and soon was given the name Street Rat when he was four years old because of his successful theft of a large hunk of beef so he could feed himself. Yet when he got to the alleys where he lived he was ambushed by a group of older kids who also lived on the streets. When he was offered to live on the streets with them and always have food, Shaelren turned them down because he knew that they would turn on him if they got the chance.
More years passed and more merchants were stolen from as Shaelren got better and better at stealing yet he never took anything he did not absolutely need. The boy was a Street Rat who needed food to live, not a common thief who needed to steal for money that he did not need. Because he was so good at stealing, Shaelren hit up the merchants every other day to get food but soon the guards began to recognize him on sight. Shaelren was ten years old the first time he had to go without food and he then grew desperate enough to get over confident.
It was when Shaelren turned twelve that he knew he was getting too over confident in his work. The boy had been trying to take enough food to last him a week when a guard had passed by just at that moment. Shaelren had thought he had timed it just right so the guards would be out of the way but the boy had misjudged the guard shift change and was forced to fight. It was that night he spent in the jail just within the city walls. Shaelren was able to escape from the cells by some miracle (magic) that he had no idea how it had happened.
Shaelren spent the next year avoiding all people he could for they knew his face and there was a bounty on his head. Over time the guards gave up and the city stopped caring. Yet when Shaelren turned thirteen years old, he met someone who helped him a lot. Shaelren had been at a market and had seen the meat merchant setting out his food when he couldn't take it anymore. The boy ran up and swiped a meat strip yet he was caught and just barely made it to the roofs but someone had stepped forward and paid the price to keep him from the cells.
