Damar

[Damar {chai}]

Full Name: Damar Xesis Astaldo

Other name: Nope, though he sometimes makes up names on the spot, depending on the situation.

Race:: Human

Side: Neutral

Birthplace: Narda

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Birthday: December 12th

Eyes: Blue, nothing particularly spectacular about them...

Hair: Shaggy, considering he chops it off whenever it gets in his eyes. Blondish, with darker streaks. See siggy below.

Weight: 120 lbs

Height: 5'11"

Magic User: Bits and pieces, he knows words, like Brisingr, but isn't very practiced.

Preferred Weapon(s): His sword, Kuolema, is his one and only friend, having received it from his father at age twelve. A long, hand-and-a-half sword, it exhibits an interesting symbol on the handle, the meaning of which is still a mystery to Damar. He also carries a long bow, though he doesn't use his bow as often as his sword.

Personality: Damar has a one-track mind, and determination to go along with it. He doesn't like to leave things undone, but has a short attention span, which clashes with that part of his personality regularly. He is smart, and a logical thinker, if he can stop moving long enough to think about it. He doesn't look before he leaps, and tends to get in trouble more often than not. He schemes a lot, though doesn't follow through with many of them. He could definitely be classified as ADD. Underneath it all though, he is kind, caring, and compassionate, if a bit sarcastic. He tends to become tounge-tied around women, and will avoid talking to them if at all possible. He does have a conscience, but succeeds in blocking it out most of the time.

Appearance: Damar isn't exactly what one would consider a warrior, being that he is under six foot and not very heavy. Muscularity was never one of his strong points, though he is an excellent swordsman.
His attire consists of mostly dark clothing, black breeches, black shirt and boots. He sometimes wears a dark brown cloak, but only in extremes, as he likes to have freedom of movement.

Likes/Dislikes: Damar enjoys a good fight, adventure and more than anything wants to ride a dragon. He doesn't particularly enjoy the empire, but isn't openly against it, likewise with the Varden.

Strengths: Swordsmanship; leadership

Weakness: Strategy, as he isn't particularly good with planning and boats. Who ever said that living on the sea gave you inborn sailor-ship skills obviously never tried to sail a sailboat.

Family: He has no living relatives, as far as he knows. His mother was called Kamilah and his father was Damis. He never knew of the existence of any siblings.

Brief History: Living a relatively simple life in the coastal town or Narda wasn't exactly suited to Damar's inner adventurer. Regardless, up until the attack on his home when he was 15, he never once complained.

That fateful day, his birth-date in fact, would forever change his life. During the night, his father, a varden spy, to be exact, was captured by the Empire. His mother, in an attempt to save him, was shot down before Damar's eyes. He escaped, barely, into the Spine.

The first year was the toughest, considering that he had lost everything he had ever known. To add to that, since he had lived his entire life on the sea, he had no idea how to survive in forests and mountain ranges, which as you can imagine, caused a few problems.

Regardless, he prevailed and traveled Alagaesia, passing through Teirm, Carvahall, Darat and even Uru-baen. Currently, he's on his way to Surda, in an attempt to find some sort of interesting row he can participate in.

In a nutshell, he has spent the remainder of the last 6 years pick-pocketing and doing odd jobs for odd people.

Anything extra: Nope. =]

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[[ooc: LOL. I like unusual characters. Is that enough detail? I normally write really indepth histories, but my muse is slightly dead right now. I kinda just want to RP, LOL]]

[Rhaxta]

I like the character, the personailty is different to alot of the ones we usually see around here. All I ask is you add a little more to the Brief history. I know it says brief, but try get as much detail into it as possible, just to build up your character to explian their personaily and add a lil' more interest. Other than that little point, I find this just fine <:

*edit* Am I just being weird or does the second part of the brief history rhyme? Very clever

[Damar {chai}]

Haha. I just noticed the little 'Rhyme' edit. It wasn't actually supposed to rhyme, but I suppose it does. Interesting. It seems that the only time I can rhyme is by accident. LOL

[dannylam4]

Alright, I'll strike up a deal with you; either increase the history a bit more or give me a RP Sample using your char, since you're eager to RP.

[Damar {chai}]

Alrighty. I'm not sure exactly how long you wanted the example to be, so I wrote 300 words. That seems to be the average on most sites.

It was deathly quiet on the vast desert, the nothingness spreading out into oblivion. Damar sat next to a smoldering ash heap, the remains of what had been a fire, before he had caught his boot heel in it and had been forced to dump sand onto his boot and the fire ring. That was a new one, as far as he could remember, the only other thing he had caught on fire was his bedroll, and the fire had only burned off a few inches before he had put it out.

So there he sat, dutifully trying to fix his boot heel, out in the middle of the Hadarac desert. A wolf howled from a long way off, breaking the silence. The only other sound seemed to be the wind, which occasionally gusted, causing dust and sand to pummel into his face. All in all, a lovely night. So far, at least.

His attention shifted to the south, where far off in the distance, he could see the burning lights of Surda. At least he was almost there. Granted, he didn't know exactly what he was hoping to find in Surda. Fact was, however, that he was at least doing something, or going somewhere, which, in his mind, made it all worth it.

He glanced back down at his half-gone boot heel, vaguely wondering how much a new pair of boots could possible cost him. Un able to think of a viable answer, he muttered to himself and lay down on a blanket, next to the smoldering ashes, and stared up into the dark sky, hands behind his head.

The twinkling spots of lights did no good in making him peaceful. What ever fool said that nature had a calming effect had obviously never laid in the Hadarac Desert and wondered where his next meal would be coming from.

Ah yes. Life just didn't get better than this.

That was exactly 319 words. I wasn't sure exactly what you were looking for. Hope this works.

[dannylam4]

Alright, I'll go ahead and accept this.