Rider Marten
Oct 15, 2009 11:08:03 GMT -5
Post by Marten Faye on Oct 15, 2009 11:08:03 GMT -5
Full Name: Marten Faye
Other name: Hand of Fate
Race:: Human/Rider
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Uru'baen
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birthday: Birthday? I have to make him a birthday? I don't think Paolini even gives the months. Oh well, he was born on
March 14th
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark brown, almost black. Shaggy and unkempt. The length reaches to his neck.
Weight: 180lbs
Height: 6'1"
Magic User: yes
Preferred Weapon(s): A sword
Personality: A Stoic.
solitary, suspicious, and practical.
always exudes a calm, assured air, and speaks in emotionless and controlled tones. His dialogue contains relatively few exclamation marks, even when he is upset. He will remain cool and logical even in the face of the most dangerous or hopeless circumstances. As an extension of this, he remains solemn in ordinary circumstances as well. However, underneath this stoic exterior, Marten is very emotional, and conceals strong passions such as rage and ambition. His passions and desires are very strong, though he keeps them contained and under control. Though he is usually untroubled and agreeable, he quickly becomes irritable if he feels he is being mistreated, slighted, or unappreciated. He also has a short span of tolerance for immaturity or ideas of compassion that he views as illogical. Marten could be, however, very loyal. His laugh and smile are rarely seen, except for an occasional grin. The smiles and laughs he has made so far can been described as grim, mirthless, crooked, bleak, sinister, or even almost mad. He considers himself to be more important than others, often disregarding the feelings and suffering of others for his own sake. However, despite his ruthlessness, and his love of power, Marten is not sadistic or parasitic at all. He shies away from acts of excessive bloodshed and cruelty.
Appearance: Marten is of a medium build, with somewhat of a tan body. He does not possess any distinguish marks such as scars. However the first impression one may get of him is that of an arrogant man, who has been trampled down to earth when he should be more. It could be called that of a wolf. Shying away from close friendships and keeping all his secrets close to his chest.
Likes/Dislikes: Admires caution, but hates indecisiveness. Is annoyed with those who shiver to be a judge and executioner. Hates immaturity
Strengths: Loyal to those he considers friends, Calm, Logical,
Weakness: Short tolerance span, Anger, Ambition, can quickly become irritable.
Family: dead
Not-So-Brief History:
Marten was raised among the nobles in the court of Galbatorix. His father and mother were principal figures among this court. Wealthy and rich, Marten lived a life of ease. In his youth he was trained in the art of combat by personal instructors. He learned all the things an aspiring nobleman should. How to ride a horse with ease. How to fight with a sword. In short, he was rather well off. Then came a terrible day. His parents had decided to take a trip through the country with a whole caravan, when they were attacked and slaughtered by Urgals. The whole party was slain save for Marten and his mother, who escaped by hiding underneath an overturned cart. Marten was just sixteen at that time. When they returned to Uru'baen Marten's mother died of grief and he was left alone in the world.
He grew up among the gaieties of the court, but they no longer held any interest to him. Everything seemed to be shown in a new light. Marten had inherited his father's fortune and still had a life of ease and luxury, but it seemed almost hollow now. Instead he turned to ice and stone. A man of a cold countenance and an ambitious heart. When Eragon and the Varden made their attack on Uru'baen, Marten was there. However he did not fight. Having not yet sworn fealty to Galbatorix he stayed back from the fight and searched the vault of souls after all had gone. In the vault of souls he found an extremely small cavern that must have been overlooked in the assault. Marten crawled through the vault and found an emerald green dragon egg. His heart seemed to stop and his forehead grew damp. This was what he had been waiting for. The ambition in his heart came to the forefront in this moment. Marten seized the egg and sped to his castle. Once there he hid the egg away and feigned sickness for many months.
Now we have caught up to the present.
Anything extra: He rides a magical pony and has a licorice sword <.< >.>
Not really
His most prized weapon is his sword
Password: [Staff Edit]
Other name: Hand of Fate
Race:: Human/Rider
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Uru'baen
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birthday: Birthday? I have to make him a birthday? I don't think Paolini even gives the months. Oh well, he was born on
March 14th
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark brown, almost black. Shaggy and unkempt. The length reaches to his neck.
Weight: 180lbs
Height: 6'1"
Magic User: yes
Preferred Weapon(s): A sword
Personality: A Stoic.
solitary, suspicious, and practical.
always exudes a calm, assured air, and speaks in emotionless and controlled tones. His dialogue contains relatively few exclamation marks, even when he is upset. He will remain cool and logical even in the face of the most dangerous or hopeless circumstances. As an extension of this, he remains solemn in ordinary circumstances as well. However, underneath this stoic exterior, Marten is very emotional, and conceals strong passions such as rage and ambition. His passions and desires are very strong, though he keeps them contained and under control. Though he is usually untroubled and agreeable, he quickly becomes irritable if he feels he is being mistreated, slighted, or unappreciated. He also has a short span of tolerance for immaturity or ideas of compassion that he views as illogical. Marten could be, however, very loyal. His laugh and smile are rarely seen, except for an occasional grin. The smiles and laughs he has made so far can been described as grim, mirthless, crooked, bleak, sinister, or even almost mad. He considers himself to be more important than others, often disregarding the feelings and suffering of others for his own sake. However, despite his ruthlessness, and his love of power, Marten is not sadistic or parasitic at all. He shies away from acts of excessive bloodshed and cruelty.
Appearance: Marten is of a medium build, with somewhat of a tan body. He does not possess any distinguish marks such as scars. However the first impression one may get of him is that of an arrogant man, who has been trampled down to earth when he should be more. It could be called that of a wolf. Shying away from close friendships and keeping all his secrets close to his chest.
Likes/Dislikes: Admires caution, but hates indecisiveness. Is annoyed with those who shiver to be a judge and executioner. Hates immaturity
Strengths: Loyal to those he considers friends, Calm, Logical,
Weakness: Short tolerance span, Anger, Ambition, can quickly become irritable.
Family: dead
Not-So-Brief History:
Marten was raised among the nobles in the court of Galbatorix. His father and mother were principal figures among this court. Wealthy and rich, Marten lived a life of ease. In his youth he was trained in the art of combat by personal instructors. He learned all the things an aspiring nobleman should. How to ride a horse with ease. How to fight with a sword. In short, he was rather well off. Then came a terrible day. His parents had decided to take a trip through the country with a whole caravan, when they were attacked and slaughtered by Urgals. The whole party was slain save for Marten and his mother, who escaped by hiding underneath an overturned cart. Marten was just sixteen at that time. When they returned to Uru'baen Marten's mother died of grief and he was left alone in the world.
He grew up among the gaieties of the court, but they no longer held any interest to him. Everything seemed to be shown in a new light. Marten had inherited his father's fortune and still had a life of ease and luxury, but it seemed almost hollow now. Instead he turned to ice and stone. A man of a cold countenance and an ambitious heart. When Eragon and the Varden made their attack on Uru'baen, Marten was there. However he did not fight. Having not yet sworn fealty to Galbatorix he stayed back from the fight and searched the vault of souls after all had gone. In the vault of souls he found an extremely small cavern that must have been overlooked in the assault. Marten crawled through the vault and found an emerald green dragon egg. His heart seemed to stop and his forehead grew damp. This was what he had been waiting for. The ambition in his heart came to the forefront in this moment. Marten seized the egg and sped to his castle. Once there he hid the egg away and feigned sickness for many months.
Now we have caught up to the present.
Anything extra: He rides a magical pony and has a licorice sword <.< >.>
Not really
His most prized weapon is his sword
Password: [Staff Edit]
