Gale Bladeslinger
Jun 10, 2014 15:45:11 GMT -5
Post by Galetaer on Jun 10, 2014 15:45:11 GMT -5
Full Name: Gale Ashersson
Other name: Gale Bladeslinger
Race: Human
Side: Neutral, prefers the Varden but is not directly affiliated with them
Birthplace: His family home in Teirm
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Birthday: January 1st
((Or the new year, I don't know if our date/time system is really applicable to Alagaësia))
Eyes: Cornflower Blue
Hair: Short, sandy blonde hair
Weight: 200 pounds
Height: 6' 0"
Magic User: Moderately proficient, knows a few handfuls of basic words in the ancient language (life, death, fire, water, fly, move, etc.) as well as a few articles (the, an, a, etc.) and conjunctions (yet, but, nor, etc.) but he does not know the proper grammatical structure of what he will say unless it's short and to the point; casting more than 3 to 4 words worth of magic properly is very difficult for him. He has learned to guard his mind from outside forces, but has difficulty touching and invading the minds of others.
Preferred Weapon(s): Swords and daggers. He also enjoys hand-to-hand combat.
Appearance:
The first word that would come to mind when looking at Gale would have to be intimidating. He is tall (which his good posture only emphasizes), broad shouldered, and his body is well muscled from his long days of training and travel. He keeps his brownish hair cut short and has no beard to speak of (most of the time), and he has a scar running from the bottom of his left ear all the way down to his chin from when he very fortunately escaped from what could have been a much more worrisome blow. Gale is considered by many to have good looks, but his insomnia and frequent forlorn expression take it's toll on his visage; and as such he appears to be troubled and unhealthy. His gaze could be described as pensive, and combined with his uncommon eye color, tends to make most strangers feel on-edge.
Gale typically wears an expensive set of travel clothes that he enjoys; they look good (at least in his opinion), offer some protection of assault via leather reinforcement in some areas (specifically the torso), and they also sport metal bracers and an arm guard, placed on his right arm. His arsenal consists of a claymore sword, a two long-swords, and two daggers. Strangest of all about his appearance is how he wears his weapons. He keeps the claymore sheathed diagonally across his back and the hilt visible sticking up over his right shoulder, as most right-handed people would; but he also keeps his longsword parallel to the claymore, diagonally across his back, also available for him to grab over his right shoulder. His left longsword is sheathed diagonally across his back at his hip, available to draw with his left hand into an ice-pick grip in order to block attacks and fight in narrow spaces. One of his daggers is secured to his chest, leaning right for use with the right hand; and the second in the inside of his right boot, facing outward to his right. Gale is truly armed to the teeth when fully outfitted, increasing his ability to intimidate foes even further; especially untrained ones.
Personality: Gale, while appearing to be a menacing figure, in actuality is a kind-hearted person that refuses to kill without reason. His reasoning for carrying so many weapons (besides self defense, of course) is to try to look as intimidating as possible and prevent people from wanting to fight him. He is an easygoing, mellow, down-to-earth person who seeks to better himself at every opportunity and explore places unseen. He is a genuine adventurer at heart, and despite his reoccurring nightmares that only only seem to wear him down more, he tries to look presentable rather than dead on his feet. He is an introverted person, but will talk passionately about what he cares about and try to be a friendly presence; but most of all he values being alone so he may gather his thoughts and be at peace.
--->Likes: Chicken Stew/Soup, Bread Bowls, Sweets, Extravagant Clothing, Adventures, and Mystery
--->Dislikes: Brussels Sprout, Cabbage, Arguments, Needless Conflict, and the Supernatural
--->Strengths: Above-average Psychical Strength, Above-average Reflexes, Above-average Stamina, excessive training, partial ambidexterity, and is Courageous.
--->Weakness: Below-average Psychical Speed, Below-average Magical Knowledge and Capability, no experience with a bow/crossbow, little actual combat experience.
Family:
Asher - Father - (Deceased), died three years from present time from what appeared to be a heart attack. He was an experienced and relatively successful merchant before the time of his death and he taught Gale what he knew, including reading, writing, and arithmetic; as well has how to haggle and how the economy works.
Jade - Mother - Age 40, she is a hedge-witch and apothecary who originally married Asher just to get her hands on his money, but came to love him over the time they spent together. She taught her children the basics of magic, but seeing as her magical ability is limited (and the general populace's waryness of magic) she came to rely on medicines far more. Ever since Asher died she liquidated his assets and with that built the foundation of a moderately successful apothecary that she still maintains with the help of her daughter Thea. She heavily disapproves of her son Gale's adventurous nature and simply wants him to come home and tend the apothecary.
Thea - Sister (Older) - Age 29, she - like her mother - is a hedge-witch and an apothecary. She is unwed and is more interested in tending to the apothecary than finding a lover. She heavily disapproves of Gale and Hadrian's devil-may-care nature and wishes that they - Gale especially - would either live at home or take up "honest, hard-working professions". She voices her disapproval of her brothers often and is a very worrisome person, but is kind-hearted and despite her complaints, a loving sister.
Hadrian - Brother (Younger) (Missing) - Age 23, a child at heart and far more carefree than most would enjoy, Hadrian is an avid hunter and oftentimes goes out of his way to hunt game (even in the Spine, which garners him quite the reputation), or otherwise do odd-jobs. He often wears plain clothes save for a gray cloak, has his bow and a dagger on his person, and like Gale is rarely - if at all - home. Thea voices her disapproval of Hadrian frequently, but besides that fact the two get along relatively well; especially when he stops in for a few days to help manage the apothecary. Gale and Hadrian are very close and often get together to spar, talk, and have a few laughs; that is, until recently. Hadrian has been missing for three months, and everyone is beginning to worry about what could have befallen him.
History:
(( My first ever fleshed-out back-story using the Inheritance cycle's lore, hopefully it's not too off-the-mark. I try to keep it brief and not add the shiniest detail ever, otherwise I'd be sitting around for an additional two hours polishing it. If there are any inconsistencies let me know ASAP and I'll address them. If more detail is necessary then I'll provide it.))
My younger days were rather uneventful; no bandit attacks, no freak accidents, no spiritual habitation. I mean, hell, what is this; a fairy tale? This is just life for me.
I lived in and grew up in Teirm, a small town by the sea with a beautiful sunset view, with the best weather you could imagine. When I was younger, my brother and I would always sit wherever we could get the best view of the sunset until the warm breeze turned cold. Many times we were caught by the guard and reprimanded, but it was always worth it, and because of our age - and a few particularly nice guards - we were let off the hook. Him and I often roamed the streets looking at people, returning greetings. In the marketplace where the sun beat high overhead, things seemed so much larger when I was young. The sun's light causing precious treasures and the jewelery of nobles to glitter; there was laughing, yelling, the jingles and jangles of people exchanging of hard-earned crowns, the hammering of the blacksmith, the rocking of the ships and the snapping of sails in the breeze, and the taste of a warm freshly-baked glazed honey bun. Surely nostalgia influences my past, or at least the pieces I remember, because as I got older my life became more grey.
My father wanted me to become a merchant like him, and as soon as I hit my teen years he was already trying to teach me everything he knew. It was overwhelming, and over a span of a couple years it became clear to my father that - at the time - I didn't want to be a merchant and follow in his footsteps. About this, he was particularly understanding. He hired people to teach me the ways of combat, as I was interested in, and he even had an extra room built into the large house we had at the time. And so I learned; I learned how to stay fit, how to kill a man with blade and bare-hand, and I eventually when I by 18 years of age it was apparent I had become proficient in swordplay and hand-to-hand combat in a relatively short span of time. My teacher, Mereck Brycesson, said it was a small miracle that I was equal to him in a such a short span of time. But alas, I had trained all of this time, and for what? The Imperial Army never did appeal to me, and as much as Mereck and my father suggested I join the army, I just couldn't stand to go do the king's dirty work for him; of course I didn't say that aloud. So, resigning myself to a less martial purpose, I resumed studying under my father; I helped him choose trade routes, helped him consider the benefits of certain investments, and because of my talent in combat I often went alongside some convoys personally. Needless to say, muggers and bandits were few and far between; but when they did show up we managed to fight them off.
I learned of my father's death first hand when I walked into his study to find him sprawled out, face down on the floor and lifeless; lying in a pool of amber-colored alcohol and shattered glass. I called out to my family as I rushed up to try to heal him with magic, but to no avail. When we had a Physician look for a cause of death, poison, anything, nothing turned up. My mother even checked the alcoholic drink several times for poison with no avail; and for the first time in my life I felt lost. When my father passed on, I tried my best to maintain his trading network, but it all fell apart; it was too much for me. For a while I blamed myself for not being able to keep everything together, but I soon stopped caring to salvage it. My mother decided to liquidate all of the family's assets, and she bought a spacious building a ways away from the citadel that she now uses to serve as her apothecary. My family accepted me, and they realized I did all I could in my power to try to save everything we had, and to no avail. Even now, even though we lost a lot, we still sit on a pile of golden crowns that I couldn't turn into anything. I decided to take some money and outfit myself, leave home, explore, go anywhere. I began to come home less and less frequently as I began to traverse into the wilderness, sometimes even into the spine with my brother; but I always came back home to my family - with no reason to travel far -, bringing tales of villages, ruins, and the dark recesses of the spine. Now that my brother Hadrian is missing I need to find him, and I'm hoping wherever he's gotten lost it's close to home.
I'm sure that's not the case.
Password:
Nuanen Brisingr
Other name: Gale Bladeslinger
Race: Human
Side: Neutral, prefers the Varden but is not directly affiliated with them
Birthplace: His family home in Teirm
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Birthday: January 1st
((Or the new year, I don't know if our date/time system is really applicable to Alagaësia))
Eyes: Cornflower Blue
Hair: Short, sandy blonde hair
Weight: 200 pounds
Height: 6' 0"
Magic User: Moderately proficient, knows a few handfuls of basic words in the ancient language (life, death, fire, water, fly, move, etc.) as well as a few articles (the, an, a, etc.) and conjunctions (yet, but, nor, etc.) but he does not know the proper grammatical structure of what he will say unless it's short and to the point; casting more than 3 to 4 words worth of magic properly is very difficult for him. He has learned to guard his mind from outside forces, but has difficulty touching and invading the minds of others.
Preferred Weapon(s): Swords and daggers. He also enjoys hand-to-hand combat.
Appearance:
The first word that would come to mind when looking at Gale would have to be intimidating. He is tall (which his good posture only emphasizes), broad shouldered, and his body is well muscled from his long days of training and travel. He keeps his brownish hair cut short and has no beard to speak of (most of the time), and he has a scar running from the bottom of his left ear all the way down to his chin from when he very fortunately escaped from what could have been a much more worrisome blow. Gale is considered by many to have good looks, but his insomnia and frequent forlorn expression take it's toll on his visage; and as such he appears to be troubled and unhealthy. His gaze could be described as pensive, and combined with his uncommon eye color, tends to make most strangers feel on-edge.
Gale typically wears an expensive set of travel clothes that he enjoys; they look good (at least in his opinion), offer some protection of assault via leather reinforcement in some areas (specifically the torso), and they also sport metal bracers and an arm guard, placed on his right arm. His arsenal consists of a claymore sword, a two long-swords, and two daggers. Strangest of all about his appearance is how he wears his weapons. He keeps the claymore sheathed diagonally across his back and the hilt visible sticking up over his right shoulder, as most right-handed people would; but he also keeps his longsword parallel to the claymore, diagonally across his back, also available for him to grab over his right shoulder. His left longsword is sheathed diagonally across his back at his hip, available to draw with his left hand into an ice-pick grip in order to block attacks and fight in narrow spaces. One of his daggers is secured to his chest, leaning right for use with the right hand; and the second in the inside of his right boot, facing outward to his right. Gale is truly armed to the teeth when fully outfitted, increasing his ability to intimidate foes even further; especially untrained ones.
Personality: Gale, while appearing to be a menacing figure, in actuality is a kind-hearted person that refuses to kill without reason. His reasoning for carrying so many weapons (besides self defense, of course) is to try to look as intimidating as possible and prevent people from wanting to fight him. He is an easygoing, mellow, down-to-earth person who seeks to better himself at every opportunity and explore places unseen. He is a genuine adventurer at heart, and despite his reoccurring nightmares that only only seem to wear him down more, he tries to look presentable rather than dead on his feet. He is an introverted person, but will talk passionately about what he cares about and try to be a friendly presence; but most of all he values being alone so he may gather his thoughts and be at peace.
--->Likes: Chicken Stew/Soup, Bread Bowls, Sweets, Extravagant Clothing, Adventures, and Mystery
--->Dislikes: Brussels Sprout, Cabbage, Arguments, Needless Conflict, and the Supernatural
--->Strengths: Above-average Psychical Strength, Above-average Reflexes, Above-average Stamina, excessive training, partial ambidexterity, and is Courageous.
--->Weakness: Below-average Psychical Speed, Below-average Magical Knowledge and Capability, no experience with a bow/crossbow, little actual combat experience.
Family:
Asher - Father - (Deceased), died three years from present time from what appeared to be a heart attack. He was an experienced and relatively successful merchant before the time of his death and he taught Gale what he knew, including reading, writing, and arithmetic; as well has how to haggle and how the economy works.
Jade - Mother - Age 40, she is a hedge-witch and apothecary who originally married Asher just to get her hands on his money, but came to love him over the time they spent together. She taught her children the basics of magic, but seeing as her magical ability is limited (and the general populace's waryness of magic) she came to rely on medicines far more. Ever since Asher died she liquidated his assets and with that built the foundation of a moderately successful apothecary that she still maintains with the help of her daughter Thea. She heavily disapproves of her son Gale's adventurous nature and simply wants him to come home and tend the apothecary.
Thea - Sister (Older) - Age 29, she - like her mother - is a hedge-witch and an apothecary. She is unwed and is more interested in tending to the apothecary than finding a lover. She heavily disapproves of Gale and Hadrian's devil-may-care nature and wishes that they - Gale especially - would either live at home or take up "honest, hard-working professions". She voices her disapproval of her brothers often and is a very worrisome person, but is kind-hearted and despite her complaints, a loving sister.
Hadrian - Brother (Younger) (Missing) - Age 23, a child at heart and far more carefree than most would enjoy, Hadrian is an avid hunter and oftentimes goes out of his way to hunt game (even in the Spine, which garners him quite the reputation), or otherwise do odd-jobs. He often wears plain clothes save for a gray cloak, has his bow and a dagger on his person, and like Gale is rarely - if at all - home. Thea voices her disapproval of Hadrian frequently, but besides that fact the two get along relatively well; especially when he stops in for a few days to help manage the apothecary. Gale and Hadrian are very close and often get together to spar, talk, and have a few laughs; that is, until recently. Hadrian has been missing for three months, and everyone is beginning to worry about what could have befallen him.
History:
(( My first ever fleshed-out back-story using the Inheritance cycle's lore, hopefully it's not too off-the-mark. I try to keep it brief and not add the shiniest detail ever, otherwise I'd be sitting around for an additional two hours polishing it. If there are any inconsistencies let me know ASAP and I'll address them. If more detail is necessary then I'll provide it.))
My younger days were rather uneventful; no bandit attacks, no freak accidents, no spiritual habitation. I mean, hell, what is this; a fairy tale? This is just life for me.
I lived in and grew up in Teirm, a small town by the sea with a beautiful sunset view, with the best weather you could imagine. When I was younger, my brother and I would always sit wherever we could get the best view of the sunset until the warm breeze turned cold. Many times we were caught by the guard and reprimanded, but it was always worth it, and because of our age - and a few particularly nice guards - we were let off the hook. Him and I often roamed the streets looking at people, returning greetings. In the marketplace where the sun beat high overhead, things seemed so much larger when I was young. The sun's light causing precious treasures and the jewelery of nobles to glitter; there was laughing, yelling, the jingles and jangles of people exchanging of hard-earned crowns, the hammering of the blacksmith, the rocking of the ships and the snapping of sails in the breeze, and the taste of a warm freshly-baked glazed honey bun. Surely nostalgia influences my past, or at least the pieces I remember, because as I got older my life became more grey.
My father wanted me to become a merchant like him, and as soon as I hit my teen years he was already trying to teach me everything he knew. It was overwhelming, and over a span of a couple years it became clear to my father that - at the time - I didn't want to be a merchant and follow in his footsteps. About this, he was particularly understanding. He hired people to teach me the ways of combat, as I was interested in, and he even had an extra room built into the large house we had at the time. And so I learned; I learned how to stay fit, how to kill a man with blade and bare-hand, and I eventually when I by 18 years of age it was apparent I had become proficient in swordplay and hand-to-hand combat in a relatively short span of time. My teacher, Mereck Brycesson, said it was a small miracle that I was equal to him in a such a short span of time. But alas, I had trained all of this time, and for what? The Imperial Army never did appeal to me, and as much as Mereck and my father suggested I join the army, I just couldn't stand to go do the king's dirty work for him; of course I didn't say that aloud. So, resigning myself to a less martial purpose, I resumed studying under my father; I helped him choose trade routes, helped him consider the benefits of certain investments, and because of my talent in combat I often went alongside some convoys personally. Needless to say, muggers and bandits were few and far between; but when they did show up we managed to fight them off.
I learned of my father's death first hand when I walked into his study to find him sprawled out, face down on the floor and lifeless; lying in a pool of amber-colored alcohol and shattered glass. I called out to my family as I rushed up to try to heal him with magic, but to no avail. When we had a Physician look for a cause of death, poison, anything, nothing turned up. My mother even checked the alcoholic drink several times for poison with no avail; and for the first time in my life I felt lost. When my father passed on, I tried my best to maintain his trading network, but it all fell apart; it was too much for me. For a while I blamed myself for not being able to keep everything together, but I soon stopped caring to salvage it. My mother decided to liquidate all of the family's assets, and she bought a spacious building a ways away from the citadel that she now uses to serve as her apothecary. My family accepted me, and they realized I did all I could in my power to try to save everything we had, and to no avail. Even now, even though we lost a lot, we still sit on a pile of golden crowns that I couldn't turn into anything. I decided to take some money and outfit myself, leave home, explore, go anywhere. I began to come home less and less frequently as I began to traverse into the wilderness, sometimes even into the spine with my brother; but I always came back home to my family - with no reason to travel far -, bringing tales of villages, ruins, and the dark recesses of the spine. Now that my brother Hadrian is missing I need to find him, and I'm hoping wherever he's gotten lost it's close to home.
I'm sure that's not the case.
Password:
Nuanen Brisingr
