Jasper Paise
Feb 23, 2014 12:58:17 GMT -5
Post by syn on Feb 23, 2014 12:58:17 GMT -5
Full Name: Jasper Paise
Other name: Everyone calls him Paise (Pronounced “PaZe”)
Race: Paise is a Werecat
Side: Neutral
Class: Wanderer (A wanderer doesn’t fit into any of the civilizations, or stereotypes of Alegaesia. Wanderers, even to other wanderers, are unique. they are always specialized in an exotic style of fighting and are almost never religious. They believe that we have what we are going to get. Generally humans are not wanderers, they lack the ability to grasp the concept of standing completely alone, and being unique).
Birthplace: Deep in Du Weldenvarden, close to Slithrim.
Age: 72 (Mid Youth for a person of his race)
Gender: Male
Birthday: Midsummer of the twelfth year of our Lord ((OOC:I don’t really know what the time range is on this site, so I will just make something up with the intent to change it later))
Eyes: Blue
Hair/fur: Cat form: All Black Pelt except for a small tuft of bright green on the tip of his right ear; Human form: black hair with long green sideburns and a black “soul patch.”
Weight: 80 pounds in both cat and human forms
Height: Cat form: 2 feet at the shoulder; Human form: Just under 4 feet tall.
Magic User: Sort of: Paise has a way with human women, call that what you will. Paise can direct conversations to his will, awing listeners with his knowledge of the language of the land. Also, Paise is always in the right place at the right time, call THAT what you will as well.
Preferred Weapon(s): In Human form: Paise wields A trio of Enchanted Chakram, or disc knives, through the use of juggling and slashing. He also throws them, but the always reappear in the exact place that they are most useful to Paise, that is, after they have gutted his enemy through his previous maneuver, of course… ; In Cat form: Paise Has trained himself in the deadliest application of pressure on the bodies of all races of Alegaesia. In other words, he knows where to bite, and where to insert his huge claws to produce maximum pain and damage.
Appearance: Paise wears no clothes in cat form, but he has a midnight black pelt with a tuft of green fur on the tips of his ears. In human form, however, Paise wears a dark robe that conceals his childlike features over a thin mesh-topped black shirt and mid thickness black trousers. His Signature Item is a silver ring with deep red sapphire embedded into the thick band. It has carvings in a language that only Paise knows. They read:
“When the winds blow, and the thunder rolls, I will be there. Forever. Open plains. Free wind, and Priceless peace.”
Other than his ring, Paise is pretty much garbed in black garments as described above, going barefoot both in human and cat form.
Personality: Paise always knows what o say. Words flow from his mouth to direct the conversation in any direction he wishes. He has on occasion been able to make even the most skilled riders do his bidding through the words from his honeyed tongue. Paise lives for praise, he is always the first one to jump in a fight if it involves looking good in front of Women, and he does this quite frequently, often getting the piss beaten out of him, but hey at least he tried!
--->Likes: Human women, Sunlight, The honeyed wine of Aroughs and the surrounding countryside.
--->Dislikes: Loud noises, bitter wine, and cheap beer
--->Strengths: Paise is extremely agile and athletic, even for a werecat. He always knows exactly the right thing to say to elicit a laugh.
--->Weakness: Water, and Sharp loud noises.
Family: His mother: Sesile; His father: Lexal; His brothers: Derak and Skott; His sisters Alixa and Vixel; and his Grandfather: Paise Wese (said “We-See”).
History: Paise’s litter was born on a warm midsummer night in the twelfth year of lord. Paise’s mother, a beautiful female with midnight black fur and large paws called Seslie named him Paise, his brothers Derak and Skott, and his sisters Alixa and Vixel.
Thirteen years later
His father, Lexal looked on proudly as the Ceremony of the Sifted Sands orchestrated by The Matron herself predicted all of their futures. One by one, his siblings were predicted to have perfect, problem free lives and to live at the feet of great kings in their regal palaces. Paise felt nervous the whole time, he dreaded hearing his future. He already wanted to be free from a “Destiny”. Even though he was barely thirteen, He leapt up from the Sacred Table of the Sands, and ran off into the surrounding trees of Du Weldenvarden. All at once everyone of his Clan yowled in fear, they tried to call him back, but he was already beyond the brambles, and into the forest. His mother fell back into Lexal’s arms, shocked by his actions at such a young age. There he went, untrained and unarmed into the great forest. He was a goner, something would eat him for sure! Everyone scrambled after him, but he was nowhere to be found, Meanwhile Paise had circled around and gone back to sleep in his hollow, The one he had found in his second month of life. They’ll never get me here, thought Paise. Hiding his face behind his paws, he felt invisible, and secure, and eventually he fell asleep, the next morning, Paise went to the small entrance to the hollow tree. He wriggled out and ran home not eager to apologize for scaring his Clan like that.
Paise walked up to his Den’s entrance only to hear his family mourning. Paise decided it was simpler to let them think he was dead and grabbed some supplies for his journey, his three Chakram he had been practicing with since he was three, and a changeling bag (the kind that magically disappears when a Werecat transforms into a Cat and reappears when they change back into a human) full of clothes and coin. He lit out for the woods and disappeared into the undergrowth, never to be seen again in that neck of the woods.
Paise followed a narrow game trail off into the woods, eventually coming to the elven city of Slithrim. Many elves turned their heads to look at him, wondering where such a handsome Werecat had come from. Several stepped towards him, but no one spoke, or came within fifteen feet of him. Paise walked quickly through the streets until he came to a large warehouse. He entered and transformed into Human form. An old woman sat in the corner near a fire, warming her hands against the cool winter breeze. Paise walked towards her, introduced himself, and asked if she knew where he could find a combat trainer. She responded with a smile. “My name is Kendra, I am a retired gladiator by some years, believe it or not, and I will be happy to impart some of my knowledge in the art of bringing death upon your enemies. One question first: why do you want to learn the art of killing?” Paise, for the first time in his life, was at a loss for words. The old lady had poked exactly he right button with one of her spindly ghost white fingers, and now he was thoroughly disabled in mind and body. He stood there for a moment pondering her question until she asked again: “Come now my dear Paise, tell me: Why?” Paise grabbed hold of himself and answered softly; “Because I want to let the world’s blood spill from between my fingers, and the screams of y enemies ring through the world!!” the old woman smiled: “Perfect, you are accepted, be here tomorrow three hours before sunup, we have much work to do!
Thirty seven years pass, Paise is now fifty, and speaking at the funeral of his late Teacher Kendra.
“she was always the bright light at the end of the tunnel, I always aspired to be her greatest student, and I was, but she never recognized that before old age took her, I feel so incomplete without her, I only hope she found peace before the end.” And he cried.
Paise spent the remainder of his youth training under various masters, he learned of swordsmanship and archery, but he always loved the Chakram the most. Paise was undoubtedly the greatest wielder of these exotic weapons in the land.
At the age of 72, Paise walked out of the castle of Aroughs, ready to wander Alegaesia forever, without ties or regret, he carried his changeling bag, his Chakram, and the scent of honeyed ale on his breath.
Password: ”Nuanen Brisingr”
Other name: Everyone calls him Paise (Pronounced “PaZe”)
Race: Paise is a Werecat
Side: Neutral
Class: Wanderer (A wanderer doesn’t fit into any of the civilizations, or stereotypes of Alegaesia. Wanderers, even to other wanderers, are unique. they are always specialized in an exotic style of fighting and are almost never religious. They believe that we have what we are going to get. Generally humans are not wanderers, they lack the ability to grasp the concept of standing completely alone, and being unique).
Birthplace: Deep in Du Weldenvarden, close to Slithrim.
Age: 72 (Mid Youth for a person of his race)
Gender: Male
Birthday: Midsummer of the twelfth year of our Lord ((OOC:I don’t really know what the time range is on this site, so I will just make something up with the intent to change it later))
Eyes: Blue
Hair/fur: Cat form: All Black Pelt except for a small tuft of bright green on the tip of his right ear; Human form: black hair with long green sideburns and a black “soul patch.”
Weight: 80 pounds in both cat and human forms
Height: Cat form: 2 feet at the shoulder; Human form: Just under 4 feet tall.
Magic User: Sort of: Paise has a way with human women, call that what you will. Paise can direct conversations to his will, awing listeners with his knowledge of the language of the land. Also, Paise is always in the right place at the right time, call THAT what you will as well.
Preferred Weapon(s): In Human form: Paise wields A trio of Enchanted Chakram, or disc knives, through the use of juggling and slashing. He also throws them, but the always reappear in the exact place that they are most useful to Paise, that is, after they have gutted his enemy through his previous maneuver, of course… ; In Cat form: Paise Has trained himself in the deadliest application of pressure on the bodies of all races of Alegaesia. In other words, he knows where to bite, and where to insert his huge claws to produce maximum pain and damage.
Appearance: Paise wears no clothes in cat form, but he has a midnight black pelt with a tuft of green fur on the tips of his ears. In human form, however, Paise wears a dark robe that conceals his childlike features over a thin mesh-topped black shirt and mid thickness black trousers. His Signature Item is a silver ring with deep red sapphire embedded into the thick band. It has carvings in a language that only Paise knows. They read:
“When the winds blow, and the thunder rolls, I will be there. Forever. Open plains. Free wind, and Priceless peace.”
Other than his ring, Paise is pretty much garbed in black garments as described above, going barefoot both in human and cat form.
Personality: Paise always knows what o say. Words flow from his mouth to direct the conversation in any direction he wishes. He has on occasion been able to make even the most skilled riders do his bidding through the words from his honeyed tongue. Paise lives for praise, he is always the first one to jump in a fight if it involves looking good in front of Women, and he does this quite frequently, often getting the piss beaten out of him, but hey at least he tried!
--->Likes: Human women, Sunlight, The honeyed wine of Aroughs and the surrounding countryside.
--->Dislikes: Loud noises, bitter wine, and cheap beer
--->Strengths: Paise is extremely agile and athletic, even for a werecat. He always knows exactly the right thing to say to elicit a laugh.
--->Weakness: Water, and Sharp loud noises.
Family: His mother: Sesile; His father: Lexal; His brothers: Derak and Skott; His sisters Alixa and Vixel; and his Grandfather: Paise Wese (said “We-See”).
History: Paise’s litter was born on a warm midsummer night in the twelfth year of lord. Paise’s mother, a beautiful female with midnight black fur and large paws called Seslie named him Paise, his brothers Derak and Skott, and his sisters Alixa and Vixel.
Thirteen years later
His father, Lexal looked on proudly as the Ceremony of the Sifted Sands orchestrated by The Matron herself predicted all of their futures. One by one, his siblings were predicted to have perfect, problem free lives and to live at the feet of great kings in their regal palaces. Paise felt nervous the whole time, he dreaded hearing his future. He already wanted to be free from a “Destiny”. Even though he was barely thirteen, He leapt up from the Sacred Table of the Sands, and ran off into the surrounding trees of Du Weldenvarden. All at once everyone of his Clan yowled in fear, they tried to call him back, but he was already beyond the brambles, and into the forest. His mother fell back into Lexal’s arms, shocked by his actions at such a young age. There he went, untrained and unarmed into the great forest. He was a goner, something would eat him for sure! Everyone scrambled after him, but he was nowhere to be found, Meanwhile Paise had circled around and gone back to sleep in his hollow, The one he had found in his second month of life. They’ll never get me here, thought Paise. Hiding his face behind his paws, he felt invisible, and secure, and eventually he fell asleep, the next morning, Paise went to the small entrance to the hollow tree. He wriggled out and ran home not eager to apologize for scaring his Clan like that.
Paise walked up to his Den’s entrance only to hear his family mourning. Paise decided it was simpler to let them think he was dead and grabbed some supplies for his journey, his three Chakram he had been practicing with since he was three, and a changeling bag (the kind that magically disappears when a Werecat transforms into a Cat and reappears when they change back into a human) full of clothes and coin. He lit out for the woods and disappeared into the undergrowth, never to be seen again in that neck of the woods.
Paise followed a narrow game trail off into the woods, eventually coming to the elven city of Slithrim. Many elves turned their heads to look at him, wondering where such a handsome Werecat had come from. Several stepped towards him, but no one spoke, or came within fifteen feet of him. Paise walked quickly through the streets until he came to a large warehouse. He entered and transformed into Human form. An old woman sat in the corner near a fire, warming her hands against the cool winter breeze. Paise walked towards her, introduced himself, and asked if she knew where he could find a combat trainer. She responded with a smile. “My name is Kendra, I am a retired gladiator by some years, believe it or not, and I will be happy to impart some of my knowledge in the art of bringing death upon your enemies. One question first: why do you want to learn the art of killing?” Paise, for the first time in his life, was at a loss for words. The old lady had poked exactly he right button with one of her spindly ghost white fingers, and now he was thoroughly disabled in mind and body. He stood there for a moment pondering her question until she asked again: “Come now my dear Paise, tell me: Why?” Paise grabbed hold of himself and answered softly; “Because I want to let the world’s blood spill from between my fingers, and the screams of y enemies ring through the world!!” the old woman smiled: “Perfect, you are accepted, be here tomorrow three hours before sunup, we have much work to do!
Thirty seven years pass, Paise is now fifty, and speaking at the funeral of his late Teacher Kendra.
“she was always the bright light at the end of the tunnel, I always aspired to be her greatest student, and I was, but she never recognized that before old age took her, I feel so incomplete without her, I only hope she found peace before the end.” And he cried.
Paise spent the remainder of his youth training under various masters, he learned of swordsmanship and archery, but he always loved the Chakram the most. Paise was undoubtedly the greatest wielder of these exotic weapons in the land.
At the age of 72, Paise walked out of the castle of Aroughs, ready to wander Alegaesia forever, without ties or regret, he carried his changeling bag, his Chakram, and the scent of honeyed ale on his breath.
Password: ”Nuanen Brisingr”
