Saen Gilios
May 1, 2014 14:20:03 GMT -5
Post by Brenton on May 1, 2014 14:20:03 GMT -5
Full Name: Saen Gilios
Other name:
Race: Warg
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Teirm
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Birthday: Summer Solstice
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Sandy blonde
Weight: 153 lbs
Height: 5'11"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): A sword made of black metal with a finely fashioned hilt in the shape of a dragon that has the tail going over the blade for a foot and the wings extended down to the pommel for a hand guard. 6 feet and 1 inch long from pommel to tip of blade and named Anduril.
Appearance: A young man, tall for some people and short for others, he is not small in any means whatsoever. Saen is broad of shoulders and wide of the chest with heavily muscled arms and torso as well as legs. He has hands and feet that are bigger than normal but that is the only thing about him that is considered big. Saen has sandy blonde hair that he keeps back from his face aside from bangs that hang in his left eye. His eyes are a piercing hazel color that when he looks at you makes you feel like he sees straight to your soul.
Saen wears a tight shirt made of red, a maroon shade, that is ripped around the sleeves and the neck to show his bulging muscles. Over that is a black cloak with a simple design of three bear claws ripping the fabric. His pants are thick wool pants that are black and fall down to just below his boots which are also black and a military combat style. He has a simple red leather belt for his sword, Anduril, to rest in the sheathe.
Personality:
Not violent but not calm either, Saen is someone who you would think of as a dangerously unpredictable person. He is silent for the most part, preferring to watch and observe instead of run his mouth like most people do. Yet on the other hand he does have a streak of anger as wide as the ocean itself and a fuse so short it could barely be considered a fuse in the first place. He, when drunk, has no inhibitions and so stays away from any alcohol as often as possible as he is a very bad alcoholic.
--->Likes: Gastrel, Freedom, Wilderness, Hunting, Peace, Strength, Power, Water, Fish, Free running
--->Dislikes: Fighting, Empire, Army recruiters, Poachers, Murderers, Alcohol, Being trapped
--->Strengths: Psychical strength, Nature magic, Healing magic, Mental communication
--->Weakness: Alcohol, War, Fire, Underground, Heights
Family:
Veshek Gilios - Father
Maria Gilios - Mother
History:
Saen was born 18 years ago on a warm midafternoon to a poor family just outside of Teirm on their farmhouse. Life was difficult but Veshek and Maria had decided they were ready for a child so they had Saen. The afternoon was split by a small shriek of pure joy at being in the outside world. As Saen was birthed, the world around him seemed to feel empty as if something important was missing from that life he so desperately wanted.
The boy was raised for ten years as a farm hand, learning all about the way of the land and how to grow plants out of soil that most people wouldn't dare touch. Yet still he longed to be free and wild and to find that one spark in his life that seemed to be missing. As he longed harder, Saen would day dream often. Every time the dream was of a massive brown bear lumbering through the forest hunting for food and finding fish. Each night he would get more of a sense of connection with those dreams.
Yet they were just dreams. Or so the world outside told him when he spoke of the visions to his parents who he loved dearly. It wasn't until Saen was eighteen years old that his world was upended by tragedy and he felt a deep hatred for the Empire. They came to his farmhouse and when his parents couldn't pay the taxes, Saen saw from the outskirts, an Empire soldier beheaded his father and hung his mother before burning the land.
Saen grew outraged and picked up a sword that he had been practicing with to charge at the soldiers but something pulled him toward the side. A weird sixth sense told the young man to stay back. And it was just then that the black bear charged the soldiers and in seconds they were dead, the pair of them. As the bear lumbered away, Saen ran after him to try and figure out what was going on.
When the bear stopped and looked at the still boy, a feeling of fulfillment rose within his body and Saen reached out to see what was up with the bear. Just then he realized he wasn't able to reach out as a human for the bear had become him and he had become the bear. But that was impossible for the bear was still in front of him. Saen had turned into a brown bear as well.
Anything extra:
Name: Gastrel
Species: Brown Bear
Height: On all four legs he stands at around 6 feet tall on two legs he is nearly 8 feet tall.
Weight: 1500 pounds
Gender: Male
Other name:
Race: Warg
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Teirm
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Birthday: Summer Solstice
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Sandy blonde
Weight: 153 lbs
Height: 5'11"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): A sword made of black metal with a finely fashioned hilt in the shape of a dragon that has the tail going over the blade for a foot and the wings extended down to the pommel for a hand guard. 6 feet and 1 inch long from pommel to tip of blade and named Anduril.
Appearance: A young man, tall for some people and short for others, he is not small in any means whatsoever. Saen is broad of shoulders and wide of the chest with heavily muscled arms and torso as well as legs. He has hands and feet that are bigger than normal but that is the only thing about him that is considered big. Saen has sandy blonde hair that he keeps back from his face aside from bangs that hang in his left eye. His eyes are a piercing hazel color that when he looks at you makes you feel like he sees straight to your soul.
Saen wears a tight shirt made of red, a maroon shade, that is ripped around the sleeves and the neck to show his bulging muscles. Over that is a black cloak with a simple design of three bear claws ripping the fabric. His pants are thick wool pants that are black and fall down to just below his boots which are also black and a military combat style. He has a simple red leather belt for his sword, Anduril, to rest in the sheathe.
Personality:
Not violent but not calm either, Saen is someone who you would think of as a dangerously unpredictable person. He is silent for the most part, preferring to watch and observe instead of run his mouth like most people do. Yet on the other hand he does have a streak of anger as wide as the ocean itself and a fuse so short it could barely be considered a fuse in the first place. He, when drunk, has no inhibitions and so stays away from any alcohol as often as possible as he is a very bad alcoholic.
--->Likes: Gastrel, Freedom, Wilderness, Hunting, Peace, Strength, Power, Water, Fish, Free running
--->Dislikes: Fighting, Empire, Army recruiters, Poachers, Murderers, Alcohol, Being trapped
--->Strengths: Psychical strength, Nature magic, Healing magic, Mental communication
--->Weakness: Alcohol, War, Fire, Underground, Heights
Family:
Veshek Gilios - Father
Maria Gilios - Mother
History:
Saen was born 18 years ago on a warm midafternoon to a poor family just outside of Teirm on their farmhouse. Life was difficult but Veshek and Maria had decided they were ready for a child so they had Saen. The afternoon was split by a small shriek of pure joy at being in the outside world. As Saen was birthed, the world around him seemed to feel empty as if something important was missing from that life he so desperately wanted.
The boy was raised for ten years as a farm hand, learning all about the way of the land and how to grow plants out of soil that most people wouldn't dare touch. Yet still he longed to be free and wild and to find that one spark in his life that seemed to be missing. As he longed harder, Saen would day dream often. Every time the dream was of a massive brown bear lumbering through the forest hunting for food and finding fish. Each night he would get more of a sense of connection with those dreams.
Yet they were just dreams. Or so the world outside told him when he spoke of the visions to his parents who he loved dearly. It wasn't until Saen was eighteen years old that his world was upended by tragedy and he felt a deep hatred for the Empire. They came to his farmhouse and when his parents couldn't pay the taxes, Saen saw from the outskirts, an Empire soldier beheaded his father and hung his mother before burning the land.
Saen grew outraged and picked up a sword that he had been practicing with to charge at the soldiers but something pulled him toward the side. A weird sixth sense told the young man to stay back. And it was just then that the black bear charged the soldiers and in seconds they were dead, the pair of them. As the bear lumbered away, Saen ran after him to try and figure out what was going on.
When the bear stopped and looked at the still boy, a feeling of fulfillment rose within his body and Saen reached out to see what was up with the bear. Just then he realized he wasn't able to reach out as a human for the bear had become him and he had become the bear. But that was impossible for the bear was still in front of him. Saen had turned into a brown bear as well.
Anything extra:
Name: Gastrel
Species: Brown Bear
Height: On all four legs he stands at around 6 feet tall on two legs he is nearly 8 feet tall.
Weight: 1500 pounds
Gender: Male
