Joren
Nov 3, 2013 16:46:48 GMT -5
Post by Daidrea on Nov 3, 2013 16:46:48 GMT -5
Full Name:Joren, Also known as Blood Bath
Race:Half-Elf
Side: Has aided the Varden, but is mostly just interested in serving himself.
Birthplace:Du Weldenvarden
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Magic User: Basic magiks mostly, prefers using his blades when in a combat situation. He has put effort in using magic to enhance his blades, his favorite so far is using wind properties. By doing this he can cause small gusts in front of him to put his opponents off balance. Also it greatly improves the sharpness of his blades, almost on par with a Rider's Sword.
Preferred Weapon(s): Dual swords
Appearance: Joren has yellow eyes, crimson hair, and a crescent scar over his chest are his most notable features. He is around 6"1 or so and roughly 180 lbs in weight. He is very well toned, mostly due to his elven side, but there is a certain ruggedness about him from his human heritage. He wears mostly red clothing with leather armor over it.
Personality: Joren has always been the lone-wolf type and is extremely prideful. He prefers his solitude rather be in the company of others. Although he wont admit it, he is also a bit sensitive. There is a certain emptiness that he feels at times, the only thing that seems to pull his mind from it is the thrill of a good fight. Otherwise, he tends to bottle his emotions deep inside.
--->Likes: Fights, Solitude, Building his Strength and becoming a great swordsmen.
--->Dislikes: Help of others, admitting weakness.
--->Strengths: Almost second to none when it come to the skill of a blade. Also tenacious and unrelenting in his beliefs.
--->Weakness: Pride, blocks any help from others. Stubborn, has trouble with his emotions.
Family: None
History: Joren was a orphan at a very young age, he always felt out of place for being a half-breed. When he reached the age of 10, he left his foster home of elves to go live in the wilderness by himself. Feeling that he could never fit in, he learned to love being alone. Being hard as it was at times, he never traded it for anything as he grew. As the years went by, Joren was longing for a fulfilling purpose for life. Despite not wanting to return to society, Joren went to the elven capital to search for something to fill his needs. The military and the art of combat caught his eye. It was the answer he was looking for, he never felt more alive. Although he felt like an outcast compared to the other elves, he trained vigorously to be the best. One day however, he crossed blades with an elf who had become a rider. Desperate to prove his skill, Joren attacked ruthlessly...however despite his efforts, the rider outmatched him and nearly killed him by giving a Joren a terrible scar to bear on his chest. Ashamed of his loss, Joren returned to the wilderness to continue his training alone.
Several years had passed and Joren took part of the War against the Empire. Joren was no normal soldier of the Varden though, he mostly just "offered his services" when battles took place. He did gain some reputation among the Varden, he was given the name "Blood Bath" for his red hair and ferocity in battle. However his reputation wouldnt last. Any attention that he had just seemed to vanish when the rider Eragon came into the picture. It was first at the battle of Farthen Dur, Joren fought to the best of his ability and it seemed that he had got no recognition for it. The masses only seemed to care for the Riders. This made Joren very spiteful. It was like Fate was always against him. Sometimes he wished he was chosen to be a Rider....but it seemed destiny had other plans for him. So as time went on and the fighting continued, Joren swore to himself he would do whatever it takes to become the best warrior in Alagaesia, despite not being a Rider.
Password: Nuanen Brisingr
Race:Half-Elf
Side: Has aided the Varden, but is mostly just interested in serving himself.
Birthplace:Du Weldenvarden
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Magic User: Basic magiks mostly, prefers using his blades when in a combat situation. He has put effort in using magic to enhance his blades, his favorite so far is using wind properties. By doing this he can cause small gusts in front of him to put his opponents off balance. Also it greatly improves the sharpness of his blades, almost on par with a Rider's Sword.
Preferred Weapon(s): Dual swords
Appearance: Joren has yellow eyes, crimson hair, and a crescent scar over his chest are his most notable features. He is around 6"1 or so and roughly 180 lbs in weight. He is very well toned, mostly due to his elven side, but there is a certain ruggedness about him from his human heritage. He wears mostly red clothing with leather armor over it.
Personality: Joren has always been the lone-wolf type and is extremely prideful. He prefers his solitude rather be in the company of others. Although he wont admit it, he is also a bit sensitive. There is a certain emptiness that he feels at times, the only thing that seems to pull his mind from it is the thrill of a good fight. Otherwise, he tends to bottle his emotions deep inside.
--->Likes: Fights, Solitude, Building his Strength and becoming a great swordsmen.
--->Dislikes: Help of others, admitting weakness.
--->Strengths: Almost second to none when it come to the skill of a blade. Also tenacious and unrelenting in his beliefs.
--->Weakness: Pride, blocks any help from others. Stubborn, has trouble with his emotions.
Family: None
History: Joren was a orphan at a very young age, he always felt out of place for being a half-breed. When he reached the age of 10, he left his foster home of elves to go live in the wilderness by himself. Feeling that he could never fit in, he learned to love being alone. Being hard as it was at times, he never traded it for anything as he grew. As the years went by, Joren was longing for a fulfilling purpose for life. Despite not wanting to return to society, Joren went to the elven capital to search for something to fill his needs. The military and the art of combat caught his eye. It was the answer he was looking for, he never felt more alive. Although he felt like an outcast compared to the other elves, he trained vigorously to be the best. One day however, he crossed blades with an elf who had become a rider. Desperate to prove his skill, Joren attacked ruthlessly...however despite his efforts, the rider outmatched him and nearly killed him by giving a Joren a terrible scar to bear on his chest. Ashamed of his loss, Joren returned to the wilderness to continue his training alone.
Several years had passed and Joren took part of the War against the Empire. Joren was no normal soldier of the Varden though, he mostly just "offered his services" when battles took place. He did gain some reputation among the Varden, he was given the name "Blood Bath" for his red hair and ferocity in battle. However his reputation wouldnt last. Any attention that he had just seemed to vanish when the rider Eragon came into the picture. It was first at the battle of Farthen Dur, Joren fought to the best of his ability and it seemed that he had got no recognition for it. The masses only seemed to care for the Riders. This made Joren very spiteful. It was like Fate was always against him. Sometimes he wished he was chosen to be a Rider....but it seemed destiny had other plans for him. So as time went on and the fighting continued, Joren swore to himself he would do whatever it takes to become the best warrior in Alagaesia, despite not being a Rider.
Password: Nuanen Brisingr
