Svard
Sept 10, 2007 9:23:29 GMT -5
Post by patternofexodus on Sept 10, 2007 9:23:29 GMT -5
Full Name: Svard
Other name: The Wanderer
Race: Human
Side: Neutral- he does not actively support the Varden, but agrees with their cause.
Birthplace: Carvahall
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthday: During the early Autumn months
Eyes: Svard’s eyes are dark but still hold a certain shine to them, like polished oak. His eyes also have faint amber flecks around the iris.
Hair: Svard’s hair is a dark brown with an almost unnoticeable tint of auburn, like a late Autumn’s fallen leaf. The hair itself is wavy and unkempt, but despite it’s length – for it almost touches his chin well pulled straight from the fringe – a cowlick on his right side, along with the nature curve of his hair, parts his hair from obscuring his eyes.
Weight: 148lbs – Svard has a thin build but has somewhat broad shoulders. Many years travelling and manual labour has darkened his skin and his muscles are defined by his small build.
Height: 5”10
Magic User: Svard seems to be naturally adept at extending his senses and communicating to the mind, but as of yet has not learn to defend his mind, making him very vulnerable indeed. Whether or not this means he is able to wield any other kind of magic to any usable effect is yet to be tested.
Svard himself is ignorant of his own abilities, thinking himself as 'gifted' rather than any old magic user, and yet he still guards the secret of his ability fiercely, aware that many my not warm to the thought of a rouge wanderer who reads the minds of others.
Clothing: Svard is usually seen in his long, thin travelling cloak. The cloak itself is the colour of pale sand, and covers all but Svard’s head, unless he so chooses to raise the hood. Under this cloak Svard usually wears a dark brown cloth shirt and pale brown trousers, fixed to his body with a plain brown belt with a golden-coloured buckle. Fixed to his belt is a small bag containing his money, however he has built a small teardrop-shaped piece of wood to house his coins inside in case his coin-purse is cut, and has tied the small rope around its neck tight to his belt. Svard does not tolerate pickpockets in the slightest.
Preferred Weapon(s): Svard has not trained as a warrior, and as such he is more adept at hand to hand fighting. Svard knows a limited form of self defence from his many years travelling to and from Carvahall until its recent destruction. The one weapon Svard can use to any useful degree is a staff, as a result of him carrying a rough wooden staff roughly five feet long, with a Y-shape at the top. While Svard can use a bow, he has only ever used it to hunt.
Personality: Being a natural born traveller, Svard is very much free spirited. He dislikes authority and is prone to fear commitment, and as such he spends most of his time seeking pleasure and fortune. Svard radiates a trustworthy aura around himself, and as such finds himself the one person people seem to turn to with their troubles. While his face is soft and kind, Svard is inwardly very cynical of others, making him somewhat distrustful of others at first. Svard shows no loyalty to any whom he believes does not deserve it, and is quick to analyse and judge people.
Likes/Dislikes: Gambling. Svard always loves to push his luck, especially in a game of cards…then again, this may be as a result of his uncanny ability to cheat without suspicion…
He also takes pleasure from simply watching the world go by, while people try and live their busy life as he wanders from place to place, telling sometimes fanciful stories of monsters and demons along his travels, despite him never having met anything more fearful than the odd stray Urgul.
Family: Svard broke away from his family when he turned sixteen. He used to travel with his father away from Carvahall to sell goods and livestock to other neighbouring towns, but since he set off he has not bothered to contact his father, Stern. His mother, Adria, and younger brother, Callow, were both killed by an outbreak of the pox when he was seven, and as such he simply grew further away from his very different-minded father.
Brief History: Carvahall was the birthplace of this little traveller, however he has not returned to it since he was eighteen, and has not yet heard of the destruction of his birthplace. Svard makes his living by simply searching for rare finds and selling them off to the highest bidder in small towns. He only ever travels to the larger towns to feed his gambling habit and when he finds his lager finds. Growing up in an enclosed town in the mountains Svard longs to explore and expand his horizons, and wishes one day to settle, but as of yet he has become no closer to that goal.
Anything extra: Svard owns a young female crested-goshawk, named Kite. Kite has been trained to hunt, and Svard has so far been able to communicate thoughts and feelings to the raptor which he uses for commands; however it has nowhere near human intelligence. However, Svard swears he can feel a slight sliver of appreciation, maybe even adoration, directed towards him from the depths of the bird's thoughts…maybe he’s just imaging it?
((Sorry it's a bit...sketchy. I was actually reading Eldest before I was typing it out, so I was in a bit of a rush to get back to the book.))
Other name: The Wanderer
Race: Human
Side: Neutral- he does not actively support the Varden, but agrees with their cause.
Birthplace: Carvahall
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthday: During the early Autumn months
Eyes: Svard’s eyes are dark but still hold a certain shine to them, like polished oak. His eyes also have faint amber flecks around the iris.
Hair: Svard’s hair is a dark brown with an almost unnoticeable tint of auburn, like a late Autumn’s fallen leaf. The hair itself is wavy and unkempt, but despite it’s length – for it almost touches his chin well pulled straight from the fringe – a cowlick on his right side, along with the nature curve of his hair, parts his hair from obscuring his eyes.
Weight: 148lbs – Svard has a thin build but has somewhat broad shoulders. Many years travelling and manual labour has darkened his skin and his muscles are defined by his small build.
Height: 5”10
Magic User: Svard seems to be naturally adept at extending his senses and communicating to the mind, but as of yet has not learn to defend his mind, making him very vulnerable indeed. Whether or not this means he is able to wield any other kind of magic to any usable effect is yet to be tested.
Svard himself is ignorant of his own abilities, thinking himself as 'gifted' rather than any old magic user, and yet he still guards the secret of his ability fiercely, aware that many my not warm to the thought of a rouge wanderer who reads the minds of others.
Clothing: Svard is usually seen in his long, thin travelling cloak. The cloak itself is the colour of pale sand, and covers all but Svard’s head, unless he so chooses to raise the hood. Under this cloak Svard usually wears a dark brown cloth shirt and pale brown trousers, fixed to his body with a plain brown belt with a golden-coloured buckle. Fixed to his belt is a small bag containing his money, however he has built a small teardrop-shaped piece of wood to house his coins inside in case his coin-purse is cut, and has tied the small rope around its neck tight to his belt. Svard does not tolerate pickpockets in the slightest.
Preferred Weapon(s): Svard has not trained as a warrior, and as such he is more adept at hand to hand fighting. Svard knows a limited form of self defence from his many years travelling to and from Carvahall until its recent destruction. The one weapon Svard can use to any useful degree is a staff, as a result of him carrying a rough wooden staff roughly five feet long, with a Y-shape at the top. While Svard can use a bow, he has only ever used it to hunt.
Personality: Being a natural born traveller, Svard is very much free spirited. He dislikes authority and is prone to fear commitment, and as such he spends most of his time seeking pleasure and fortune. Svard radiates a trustworthy aura around himself, and as such finds himself the one person people seem to turn to with their troubles. While his face is soft and kind, Svard is inwardly very cynical of others, making him somewhat distrustful of others at first. Svard shows no loyalty to any whom he believes does not deserve it, and is quick to analyse and judge people.
Likes/Dislikes: Gambling. Svard always loves to push his luck, especially in a game of cards…then again, this may be as a result of his uncanny ability to cheat without suspicion…
He also takes pleasure from simply watching the world go by, while people try and live their busy life as he wanders from place to place, telling sometimes fanciful stories of monsters and demons along his travels, despite him never having met anything more fearful than the odd stray Urgul.
Family: Svard broke away from his family when he turned sixteen. He used to travel with his father away from Carvahall to sell goods and livestock to other neighbouring towns, but since he set off he has not bothered to contact his father, Stern. His mother, Adria, and younger brother, Callow, were both killed by an outbreak of the pox when he was seven, and as such he simply grew further away from his very different-minded father.
Brief History: Carvahall was the birthplace of this little traveller, however he has not returned to it since he was eighteen, and has not yet heard of the destruction of his birthplace. Svard makes his living by simply searching for rare finds and selling them off to the highest bidder in small towns. He only ever travels to the larger towns to feed his gambling habit and when he finds his lager finds. Growing up in an enclosed town in the mountains Svard longs to explore and expand his horizons, and wishes one day to settle, but as of yet he has become no closer to that goal.
Anything extra: Svard owns a young female crested-goshawk, named Kite. Kite has been trained to hunt, and Svard has so far been able to communicate thoughts and feelings to the raptor which he uses for commands; however it has nowhere near human intelligence. However, Svard swears he can feel a slight sliver of appreciation, maybe even adoration, directed towards him from the depths of the bird's thoughts…maybe he’s just imaging it?
((Sorry it's a bit...sketchy. I was actually reading Eldest before I was typing it out, so I was in a bit of a rush to get back to the book.))
