Aerthrovis
Apr 14, 2008 21:51:43 GMT -5
Post by Aerthrovis on Apr 14, 2008 21:51:43 GMT -5
Full Name: Aerthrovis Liovir
Other name: He is also called Aeir, though not very often.
Race:: Elf
Side: Varden
Birthplace:Cithri
Age: 122 years of age.
Gender: Male
Birthday: He was born in the first month, on the 21st day.
Eyes: In the middle of his eyes are the color is of a light green which transitions into a light hazel color.
Hair: Light brown hair, unlike most elves, his hair color is that of a baby pine tree.
Weight: 165 pounds, He is lean with most all of his body mass coming from muscle.
Height:6''0'
Magic User: Yes
Clothing: A tan-brown tunic with dark brown braces. His pants are a darker brown then the shirt portion. And his boots are the same color as that of the arm braces. His undershirt is off white creating a slight contrast between the tunic and the shirt.
Preferred Weapon(s): Aerthrovis carries a traditional white blade, that is curved slightly to better defend himself with it. Other than that, he carries a bow sung from a pine tree. On the bow is etched trees and leaves, weaving throughout each other creating a priceless mural unto the bow.
Personality: Aerthrovis is a quite individual. He expresses himself more through combat than anything eles. When he does speak, it is nothing but his opinion. His connections to the other elves is limited because of his devotion to the art of battle. He may go days without so much as uttering one word to anyone. He is a very dignified person and is aloof. He is calm and compassionate as well as wise and methodical. He very seldom does things that are not thought out thoroughly. All though he is very calm, if someone were to insult him, or give him direct attitude in certain situations, he can socially torture them. Doing little things to annoy them until they are sent over the edge.
Likes/Dislikes: He enjoys working with his weapons, mastering the complex moves of combat, he also enjoys working on controlling and mastering magic, which is something that he strives to master. He uses his cunning and prowess with his abilities to win battles, along with the abilities granted to him by his elven body. He strives to broaden his knowledge of the ancient language, knowing that the more he knew, the better magician he could be.He dislikes one thing, that is the rule of King Galbatorix. When Aerthrovis thinks about the madness that is the King, it sends him in deep trenches of depression.
Family: Unlike most elves, he never really had a chance to know his parents, as both perished in the time of the Fall. So he wondered about from Cithri to Ellesmera becoming a nomad in the deep forest of Du Weldenvarden.
Brief History: Aerthrovis was born in the city of Cithri, on the edge of the large stream going directly through the city. Only days after Aerthrovis was born, both his parents died in the struggle against the Forsworn, both brutally murdered by Morzan. Until he was 20 years of age, the elves of Cithri housed him. Each taking there turns raising the youngling, each cherishing the time spent with the child and each devoting themselves to his upbringing. After the age of 20 he became somewhat of a nomad, traveling throughout Du Weldenvarden, learning as much as he could from the surrounding forest. During this time he learned what he could of all the animals and plants.
Soon after he started to hone his skills with the blade, bow, and magic. He spent numerous days making his weapons, singing his bow from the tree, and spending a month on making his sword, which he added many enchantments to make the blade unbreakable. His days split into periods where he could work on one of those areas. Aerthrovis excelled in the areas of swordsmanship and magic. Only the best could best him with a sword or magic. He has dedicated much time to the study of these skills, hoping that when the time comes, he can help defeat King Galbatorix. After some time, he worked with Oromis, not learning anything about the secretes of the riders, but about the very nature of magic itself. They delved into the very nature of magic, increasing his already vast knowledge of the ancient language.
Theres no doubt in his mind that even the best riders would have a hard time defeating him in battle. With his skills with the blade, and his knowledge of gramyre he would be a formidable opponent against anyone. That often gets him in trouble, he is sometime arrogant to his faults, he doesnt always realize that he is not the best.
Now he spends all of his time dedicated to destroying the dark shadow that has spread across the land by King Galbatorix by helping in any way possible. Trying to aid in the efforts to thwart the evil King and his armies.
Anything extra: Nothing Else comes to mind, except that Aerthrovis's magic color is Hazel like the color of his eyes.
Password: =[Admin Edit]=
RP Sample, just something i pulled together from when i was at an old Eragon RPG site.
Oromis stood at the top of Vroengard. Looking out over the burning land. He saw Morkan, an elder Rider flying towards him. A feel of panic overwhelmed Oromis as he saw 2 of the Forsworn flying to intercept Morkan. He could tell who they were even from this distance. Morzan and Galbotorix. As soon as he realized who the two were, he knew there was nothing he could do to help Morkan.
Glaedr, you know I would not normally say anything like this to you but I need you to do me a favor. I need you to leave me now. If they were to capture you I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I have a plan, though. I don’t have time to explain it now but I need you to trust me. Glaedr hesitated as he stepped off the platform, he glided towards the woods of Du Weldenvarden.
He turned his attention back towards Morkan. Oromis watched as Galbotorix and Morzan overtook Morkan. His eyes filled with tears as Morkan fell towards the earth. Then he prepared himself for what he needed to do, and he waited for them.
Oromis had his eyes closed when they reached him. They said come with him, or die. He stood to go with them when Morzan sliced at Oromis’s face, slicing it open with the tip of Zar’roc.
Oromis knew that this would be the most painful experience he would ever have to endure, but he excepted that knowing that he needed to do this. He need to save the land. A jolt of fear went through him as he heard the roar of Glaedr. He turned to look behind him only to see Glaedr soaring towards Galbotorix and Morzan.
GLAEDR NO! Oromis screamed through his mind as Glaedr flew past him. Galbotorix laughed as he held out his hand and a bolt of lightning split forward and cut off Glaedrs left foreleg. Oromis fell to the ground crying as his dragon, his best friend, fell off of the top of Vroengard. Anger raked his mind, his body, sending him into a state of seizures and violent tremors. Oromis turned and looked up towards Morzan as He hit Oromis on the skull. Oromis felt his mind and body start to slip from him as he fell uncouncious.
* * *
When he escaped hours... days... maybe weeks later, he had accomplished what he had wanted to. He now knew the layout of the castle and where they had kept the dragon eggs. But all of this came at a terrible price. They had broken something inside of him. He no longer could control his magic, everything that he once could do, he could do no more. Oromis started the crying. Glaedr, I can’t lose you “GLAEDR” He screamed out into the night.
Oromis was startled when he heard the large beating of wings. At first he thought that it was one of the Forsworn coming after him. But when he looked to see, it was Glaedr. He opened his mind to talk to him thankful because his appearance here meant that he was alright. Glaedr, you’re alive. Are you alright? It has been so long. I am weak Glaedr I need to rest. Can you take me to Islandzadi? I need her to help me. Oromis crawled onto Glaedrs back as tears slide down his face. His body slowly fell back into the black abyss that was sleep…
I added more to the history and to likes and dislikes aswell as personality. I also added a sample RP hoping to bring up the quality of the sheet.
Other name: He is also called Aeir, though not very often.
Race:: Elf
Side: Varden
Birthplace:Cithri
Age: 122 years of age.
Gender: Male
Birthday: He was born in the first month, on the 21st day.
Eyes: In the middle of his eyes are the color is of a light green which transitions into a light hazel color.
Hair: Light brown hair, unlike most elves, his hair color is that of a baby pine tree.
Weight: 165 pounds, He is lean with most all of his body mass coming from muscle.
Height:6''0'
Magic User: Yes
Clothing: A tan-brown tunic with dark brown braces. His pants are a darker brown then the shirt portion. And his boots are the same color as that of the arm braces. His undershirt is off white creating a slight contrast between the tunic and the shirt.
Preferred Weapon(s): Aerthrovis carries a traditional white blade, that is curved slightly to better defend himself with it. Other than that, he carries a bow sung from a pine tree. On the bow is etched trees and leaves, weaving throughout each other creating a priceless mural unto the bow.
Personality: Aerthrovis is a quite individual. He expresses himself more through combat than anything eles. When he does speak, it is nothing but his opinion. His connections to the other elves is limited because of his devotion to the art of battle. He may go days without so much as uttering one word to anyone. He is a very dignified person and is aloof. He is calm and compassionate as well as wise and methodical. He very seldom does things that are not thought out thoroughly. All though he is very calm, if someone were to insult him, or give him direct attitude in certain situations, he can socially torture them. Doing little things to annoy them until they are sent over the edge.
Likes/Dislikes: He enjoys working with his weapons, mastering the complex moves of combat, he also enjoys working on controlling and mastering magic, which is something that he strives to master. He uses his cunning and prowess with his abilities to win battles, along with the abilities granted to him by his elven body. He strives to broaden his knowledge of the ancient language, knowing that the more he knew, the better magician he could be.He dislikes one thing, that is the rule of King Galbatorix. When Aerthrovis thinks about the madness that is the King, it sends him in deep trenches of depression.
Family: Unlike most elves, he never really had a chance to know his parents, as both perished in the time of the Fall. So he wondered about from Cithri to Ellesmera becoming a nomad in the deep forest of Du Weldenvarden.
Brief History: Aerthrovis was born in the city of Cithri, on the edge of the large stream going directly through the city. Only days after Aerthrovis was born, both his parents died in the struggle against the Forsworn, both brutally murdered by Morzan. Until he was 20 years of age, the elves of Cithri housed him. Each taking there turns raising the youngling, each cherishing the time spent with the child and each devoting themselves to his upbringing. After the age of 20 he became somewhat of a nomad, traveling throughout Du Weldenvarden, learning as much as he could from the surrounding forest. During this time he learned what he could of all the animals and plants.
Soon after he started to hone his skills with the blade, bow, and magic. He spent numerous days making his weapons, singing his bow from the tree, and spending a month on making his sword, which he added many enchantments to make the blade unbreakable. His days split into periods where he could work on one of those areas. Aerthrovis excelled in the areas of swordsmanship and magic. Only the best could best him with a sword or magic. He has dedicated much time to the study of these skills, hoping that when the time comes, he can help defeat King Galbatorix. After some time, he worked with Oromis, not learning anything about the secretes of the riders, but about the very nature of magic itself. They delved into the very nature of magic, increasing his already vast knowledge of the ancient language.
Theres no doubt in his mind that even the best riders would have a hard time defeating him in battle. With his skills with the blade, and his knowledge of gramyre he would be a formidable opponent against anyone. That often gets him in trouble, he is sometime arrogant to his faults, he doesnt always realize that he is not the best.
Now he spends all of his time dedicated to destroying the dark shadow that has spread across the land by King Galbatorix by helping in any way possible. Trying to aid in the efforts to thwart the evil King and his armies.
Anything extra: Nothing Else comes to mind, except that Aerthrovis's magic color is Hazel like the color of his eyes.
Password: =[Admin Edit]=
RP Sample, just something i pulled together from when i was at an old Eragon RPG site.
Oromis stood at the top of Vroengard. Looking out over the burning land. He saw Morkan, an elder Rider flying towards him. A feel of panic overwhelmed Oromis as he saw 2 of the Forsworn flying to intercept Morkan. He could tell who they were even from this distance. Morzan and Galbotorix. As soon as he realized who the two were, he knew there was nothing he could do to help Morkan.
Glaedr, you know I would not normally say anything like this to you but I need you to do me a favor. I need you to leave me now. If they were to capture you I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I have a plan, though. I don’t have time to explain it now but I need you to trust me. Glaedr hesitated as he stepped off the platform, he glided towards the woods of Du Weldenvarden.
He turned his attention back towards Morkan. Oromis watched as Galbotorix and Morzan overtook Morkan. His eyes filled with tears as Morkan fell towards the earth. Then he prepared himself for what he needed to do, and he waited for them.
Oromis had his eyes closed when they reached him. They said come with him, or die. He stood to go with them when Morzan sliced at Oromis’s face, slicing it open with the tip of Zar’roc.
Oromis knew that this would be the most painful experience he would ever have to endure, but he excepted that knowing that he needed to do this. He need to save the land. A jolt of fear went through him as he heard the roar of Glaedr. He turned to look behind him only to see Glaedr soaring towards Galbotorix and Morzan.
GLAEDR NO! Oromis screamed through his mind as Glaedr flew past him. Galbotorix laughed as he held out his hand and a bolt of lightning split forward and cut off Glaedrs left foreleg. Oromis fell to the ground crying as his dragon, his best friend, fell off of the top of Vroengard. Anger raked his mind, his body, sending him into a state of seizures and violent tremors. Oromis turned and looked up towards Morzan as He hit Oromis on the skull. Oromis felt his mind and body start to slip from him as he fell uncouncious.
* * *
When he escaped hours... days... maybe weeks later, he had accomplished what he had wanted to. He now knew the layout of the castle and where they had kept the dragon eggs. But all of this came at a terrible price. They had broken something inside of him. He no longer could control his magic, everything that he once could do, he could do no more. Oromis started the crying. Glaedr, I can’t lose you “GLAEDR” He screamed out into the night.
Oromis was startled when he heard the large beating of wings. At first he thought that it was one of the Forsworn coming after him. But when he looked to see, it was Glaedr. He opened his mind to talk to him thankful because his appearance here meant that he was alright. Glaedr, you’re alive. Are you alright? It has been so long. I am weak Glaedr I need to rest. Can you take me to Islandzadi? I need her to help me. Oromis crawled onto Glaedrs back as tears slide down his face. His body slowly fell back into the black abyss that was sleep…
I added more to the history and to likes and dislikes aswell as personality. I also added a sample RP hoping to bring up the quality of the sheet.
