Leon Evandar Stealth
Apr 23, 2006 4:41:25 GMT -5
Post by leonstealth on Apr 23, 2006 4:41:25 GMT -5
Full Name: Leon Evandar Stealth
Other Names: Leo
Race: Elf
Side: Neutral
Birth Place: The Spine
Age: Twenty-Two
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 17th
Eyes: Leon's eyes are a piercing emerald color, suiting the rest of his Elven face perfectly. They sit under slanted eyebrows.
Hair: Leon's hair is a dark black, and is usually never styled. The length is pretty much average, short but long enough that the wind can make it wavy. The fringe rests at his eyebrows, a few centimeters above it.
Weight: Two Hundred and Sixty Three Pounds; the weight is mostly muscle.
Height: Six Feet and Seven Inches
Magic User? Yes, an Elven Magic Wielder
Attire: Leon's attire is a rather simple one, but characterizes his role within societies and shows his traditional background. He wears a soft white tunic, which is seldom covered by a cloak of black color. A leather war belt is worn around his waist, with a hold for a sword hilt. A leather pouch is tied to it. His shoes are rather bland, usually just sandals.
Preferred Weapon: Storm Dreamer is Leon's only weapon, but a cherished one. It was the only inheritance he had received from his parents. The blade is a standard metal, with a razor sharp edge. The hilt is in a T Shape, with each side coming down an inch. The hilt is a pure black, the blackest of blacks, but in the center, a white gem is embedded. It is breakable, and holds no magical traits.
Personality: Leon Evandar Stealth is a silent Elf, very shy and not very open with his feelings. His silence contributes to less situations of danger. He can be very open when coming to defending something he stands for, protecting a friend, or when it comes to love. Emotion is seldom on his face, but when it does register on his countenance, it is almost always noticeable.
Likes/Dislikes: Leon Evander Stealth likes nature and beauty, like all Elf's, but sees himself to have a more in tune touch with them. He dislikes racism of all sorts, battle and unworthy people who have a role higher than what they deserve.
Family: None of his family live.
Brief History: Leon Evandar Stealth's history begins with his mother and father; both were elves living in Ellesmere. Each decided it was for the best to leave the Elven Fortitude, for reasons unexplained. Their enemies tracked them from the Elven Palace, where they hid in The Spine, the mountains near Palancar Valley. They managed to slew off attackers, but died in the process. The baby Leon was then found by a Carvahall Hunter who went under the name Alfred, and so he lived on. At the age of sixty-one, Alfred died when Leon was only fourteen. Leon knew that his life expanded longer than most and his differences were beginning to be known within the secluded place. He left to Gil'ead, where he was surprised to find another Elf. This elf was hiding, and Leon stayed with him for the time being; in this time, Leon was able to learn magic. When he left from the Elf, he was given a book made in the Ancient Language; because he learnt grammar, he was able to decipher and practise what was put on these pages. He left, journeying far. He ended up in Teirm, where he lived until the age Twenty-One, until leaving and journeying. He then learnt the truth about his parents; they were Varden Agents, positioned with Ellesmere. They were slewed by the Varden for treason, though they had no plans of treason. Leon Evandar Stealth is now situated as a Neutral Elf, who does not side with the Empire but hates the Varden with a passion.
Anything Extra: Intrigued with the tales of Dragon Riders, he journeys wishing to find one, and become one of them. Basically, Leon's 'goal' is to be a Neutral Dragon Rider. I have some experience in Role-Playing, usually in the area of Harry Potter and Star Wars.
Sample RP: Teirm. A seaside town that is placed along the shore, it is the fitting place for ships to dock in. The city is confined within a large white barricade, roughly One Hundred Feet Tall and Thirty Feet Wide. It is the only town within the empires control which was strategically built, due to a pirate raid long ago. The outer buildings are rather low and flat. As the houses journey in wards the city, getting taller. This was so that Archers could position themselves without the thought of attacking their companions. Even the City Barricade Walls had slits to shoot through. It was an ingeniously planned town, ready for war and pirate raids. A grim mood is settled upon the towns inhabitants, caused by the alarming merchant ships that have been attacked and stopped before reaching their destination; it was certainly a dark time for the town. With the uprising of new tales, everyone was on guard.
I'll need to make some more currency to be able to stay...Leon Evandar Stealth thought, moving through the anxious crowd, careful to cover his pointed ears from view of the citizens. It had been long since Leon had decided to stay in Teirm; it was a home that he could be proud of. Even with the grim moods of the citizens and the slight chance of attack, a cheerful mood would spread unceasingly, as tales of New Dragon Riders swept across the plains. Deciding to get some refreshments for himself, he made his way through the crowd to the closest bar he could find, one he was quite acquainted to. He hid a mischievous smile behind his Elven Face, as he thought of the small opportunity of becoming a Dragon Rider, and being placed amongst the legends of old. He swept it away as a bell twinkled above his head as he entered the bar.
"Ah, Leo my friend. What will it be today?" The barman exclaimed with a happy expression stretched on his countenance. Leon smiled, seating himself at the bar with a bland expression beneath his hooded cloak.
"Just a beer, my friend." Leon replied, with an equal happy expression. Today Leon wore his usual attire of clothing, consisting of a simple white tunic with a black cloak, which covered his pointed ears with an attached hood. His body was rather smooth with a slight tan. His body was rather hard, with muscle. On his waist a leather belt was attached with a small pouch and famed sword. His face was very much Elven, with angled eyebrows and piercing emerald eyes. He would look like a prince-ling, but his countenance had taken a more human form, making him look very much different from Elves and Humans. He was rather handsome, though.
A beer was slid down to the counter which Leon took gladly. He sat there, socializing with the Barmen. They were good friends, and Leon could get of with the free beverage every few days.
(( I'm going to use this Role-Play as my first Role-Play if my Profile is accepted. ^_^" ))
Other Names: Leo
Race: Elf
Side: Neutral
Birth Place: The Spine
Age: Twenty-Two
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 17th
Eyes: Leon's eyes are a piercing emerald color, suiting the rest of his Elven face perfectly. They sit under slanted eyebrows.
Hair: Leon's hair is a dark black, and is usually never styled. The length is pretty much average, short but long enough that the wind can make it wavy. The fringe rests at his eyebrows, a few centimeters above it.
Weight: Two Hundred and Sixty Three Pounds; the weight is mostly muscle.
Height: Six Feet and Seven Inches
Magic User? Yes, an Elven Magic Wielder
Attire: Leon's attire is a rather simple one, but characterizes his role within societies and shows his traditional background. He wears a soft white tunic, which is seldom covered by a cloak of black color. A leather war belt is worn around his waist, with a hold for a sword hilt. A leather pouch is tied to it. His shoes are rather bland, usually just sandals.
Preferred Weapon: Storm Dreamer is Leon's only weapon, but a cherished one. It was the only inheritance he had received from his parents. The blade is a standard metal, with a razor sharp edge. The hilt is in a T Shape, with each side coming down an inch. The hilt is a pure black, the blackest of blacks, but in the center, a white gem is embedded. It is breakable, and holds no magical traits.
Personality: Leon Evandar Stealth is a silent Elf, very shy and not very open with his feelings. His silence contributes to less situations of danger. He can be very open when coming to defending something he stands for, protecting a friend, or when it comes to love. Emotion is seldom on his face, but when it does register on his countenance, it is almost always noticeable.
Likes/Dislikes: Leon Evander Stealth likes nature and beauty, like all Elf's, but sees himself to have a more in tune touch with them. He dislikes racism of all sorts, battle and unworthy people who have a role higher than what they deserve.
Family: None of his family live.
Brief History: Leon Evandar Stealth's history begins with his mother and father; both were elves living in Ellesmere. Each decided it was for the best to leave the Elven Fortitude, for reasons unexplained. Their enemies tracked them from the Elven Palace, where they hid in The Spine, the mountains near Palancar Valley. They managed to slew off attackers, but died in the process. The baby Leon was then found by a Carvahall Hunter who went under the name Alfred, and so he lived on. At the age of sixty-one, Alfred died when Leon was only fourteen. Leon knew that his life expanded longer than most and his differences were beginning to be known within the secluded place. He left to Gil'ead, where he was surprised to find another Elf. This elf was hiding, and Leon stayed with him for the time being; in this time, Leon was able to learn magic. When he left from the Elf, he was given a book made in the Ancient Language; because he learnt grammar, he was able to decipher and practise what was put on these pages. He left, journeying far. He ended up in Teirm, where he lived until the age Twenty-One, until leaving and journeying. He then learnt the truth about his parents; they were Varden Agents, positioned with Ellesmere. They were slewed by the Varden for treason, though they had no plans of treason. Leon Evandar Stealth is now situated as a Neutral Elf, who does not side with the Empire but hates the Varden with a passion.
Anything Extra: Intrigued with the tales of Dragon Riders, he journeys wishing to find one, and become one of them. Basically, Leon's 'goal' is to be a Neutral Dragon Rider. I have some experience in Role-Playing, usually in the area of Harry Potter and Star Wars.
Sample RP: Teirm. A seaside town that is placed along the shore, it is the fitting place for ships to dock in. The city is confined within a large white barricade, roughly One Hundred Feet Tall and Thirty Feet Wide. It is the only town within the empires control which was strategically built, due to a pirate raid long ago. The outer buildings are rather low and flat. As the houses journey in wards the city, getting taller. This was so that Archers could position themselves without the thought of attacking their companions. Even the City Barricade Walls had slits to shoot through. It was an ingeniously planned town, ready for war and pirate raids. A grim mood is settled upon the towns inhabitants, caused by the alarming merchant ships that have been attacked and stopped before reaching their destination; it was certainly a dark time for the town. With the uprising of new tales, everyone was on guard.
I'll need to make some more currency to be able to stay...Leon Evandar Stealth thought, moving through the anxious crowd, careful to cover his pointed ears from view of the citizens. It had been long since Leon had decided to stay in Teirm; it was a home that he could be proud of. Even with the grim moods of the citizens and the slight chance of attack, a cheerful mood would spread unceasingly, as tales of New Dragon Riders swept across the plains. Deciding to get some refreshments for himself, he made his way through the crowd to the closest bar he could find, one he was quite acquainted to. He hid a mischievous smile behind his Elven Face, as he thought of the small opportunity of becoming a Dragon Rider, and being placed amongst the legends of old. He swept it away as a bell twinkled above his head as he entered the bar.
"Ah, Leo my friend. What will it be today?" The barman exclaimed with a happy expression stretched on his countenance. Leon smiled, seating himself at the bar with a bland expression beneath his hooded cloak.
"Just a beer, my friend." Leon replied, with an equal happy expression. Today Leon wore his usual attire of clothing, consisting of a simple white tunic with a black cloak, which covered his pointed ears with an attached hood. His body was rather smooth with a slight tan. His body was rather hard, with muscle. On his waist a leather belt was attached with a small pouch and famed sword. His face was very much Elven, with angled eyebrows and piercing emerald eyes. He would look like a prince-ling, but his countenance had taken a more human form, making him look very much different from Elves and Humans. He was rather handsome, though.
A beer was slid down to the counter which Leon took gladly. He sat there, socializing with the Barmen. They were good friends, and Leon could get of with the free beverage every few days.
(( I'm going to use this Role-Play as my first Role-Play if my Profile is accepted. ^_^" ))
