Kyrn
Apr 20, 2010 0:45:02 GMT -5
Post by Kyrn on Apr 20, 2010 0:45:02 GMT -5
Full Name: Kyrn Heartstroth
Other name: None
Race:: Human-Rider
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Daret
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Birthday: During the Summer Solstice
Eyes: Normal eye shape, Blue.
Hair : Wind-blown messy dark brown hair.
Weight : 190 lbs
Height: 6’ 2’’
Magic User: yes (Dragon Rider hopefully)
Preferred Weapon(s):
Kyrn wields his father’s blade, which has a hand-and-half hilt. The grip of the hilt is black leather with a wire binding it. The cross guard is silver and jagged. The blade is about 4 feet long and polished bright steel. The blade starts at the base of the sword is about 4 inches thick and as it moves down the length it gets thinner and then tapers into a sharp point. Etched into the steel is Kyrn’s family crest. The scabbard is of is thin metal with leather over the entire length. The locket at the throat of the scabbard is the same shiny steel as the blade, and is also inscribed with the family crest. The sword goes over Kyrn’s shoulder via baldric.
Personality:
When Kyrn opens up, he is very outgoing and will always where a smile. But Due to an event as a child he became secluded and almost detached from the rest of the world. His thoughts are his own and will not share anything easily. But even though he may appear happy, on the inside his is still sad and alone, the happy face is just a “mask.” But he knows that once he finds the right people, his mask will go away and he will truly be happy.
During battle, Kyrn fights only to protect, whether it’s those he loves and cares about or if it’s for himself. He’s learned that in this life only the strong can protect the weak.
Appearance:
Kyrn has somewhat tan skin, and is muscular, his back is covered with scars from a whip. On his left shoulder is a burn scar from where he was branded as a child. Now he wears a black cloak to hid his face and protect him from the weather. He wears a dark brown tunic. On his forearms he has leather bracers and covering his hands are leather gloves with the tips missing to allow an easier grip on things. His pants are black. His boots are hard-studded leather that go up to mid calf. Kyrn’s sword goes over his shoulder with his leather Baldric that clasps across his chest and is adjustable.
Likes/Dislikes:
Kyrn hates dishonest people, pompous people, and loud mouths that won’t shut up when they are supposed to. Most of all though, he hates slavers. If he ever meets a slaver he will not hesitate to cut them down.
But he does like many things. He loves watching the sunrise and the sun set. And he will lay out at night and watch the starry sky. He reveres parents above all else and everyday misses his.
Strengths:
Kyrn is strong of body and strong of mind. His sword fighting technique is flawless,
Weakness:
Archery, and hand-to-hand. Kyrn is very rash and usually acts first and thinks acts later. He is also very judge mental and can be intolerant of certain people and religions.
Family:
Father: Darek (decease)
Mother: Karytha (whereabouts unknown= presumed dead)
Brother: Mickel (Whereabouts unknown)
Not-So-Brief History:
Kyrn was born and raised in the small village of Daret to a poor a family. It was a classic tale of a local small village peasant boy who dreamed of adventure. However all hope he had as a child quickly died on that fateful day 12 years ago when his mother, his father, and Kyrn and his younger brother left for Gil’ead to visit Kyrn’s uncle along with a small caravan. However, that night when they set up camp, a raid happened and as people where panicking the invading men killed many of the Fathers and took children and the stronger teens. In the confusion Kyrn looked frantically for his family. Finally Kyrn saw his father fighting off two of the raiders defending Mickel but his father slipped and was cut down. Kyrn ran over to his father’s bloody corpse but was grabbed by one of the men while the other picked up Darek’s sword. Kyrn saw his brother also picked up and Kyrn struggled to get free. But with a hard thwack, Kyrn’s vision faded and everything went black.
When Kyrn finally awoke he found himself on a cart surrounded by the others that were taken as well. Kyrn learned from the other boys that these men where slavers and were taking them to Dras-Leona. Kyrn looked everywhere for his mother and brother still crying from seeing his father dead. He found his brother but no mother. Mickel was crying as well and he said that he couldn’t find his mother. Kyrn began crying anew. He knew that the chance’s where very high that his mother was dead as well. When they got to Dras-Leona, Kyrn was dehydrated and delirious. He didn’t know what was going on when him and his brother where put on the stage to be sold to some rich person. Unfortunately, Kyrn was bought by a large fat man that was barely taller than Kyrn.
The man bought Kyrn and only Kyrn. He wanted a boy that would he could train and groom into a perfect slave and even a warrior. But fate played another card. The man also bought Kyrn’s father sword. He figured that his personal guard could use a new sword. So now Kyrn was torn from his mother, his father, and now his only brother. Kyrn and the man left Dras-Leona, and ended up going to an estate outside of Belatona and he was branded by the fat lord’s family crest to show that Kyrn belonged to them forever. When Kyrn got his shackles off he hid them and kept them for a day to come. After the branding it was there that Kyrn learned to stay quiet and use a sword. As the years grew on he began to blame others for his mistakes and became a cold and constantly got into fights. Sometimes even with the guards, and that got him whipped for it across the back. As he grew older though his teens he began to realize that if he makes a mistake, it was his fault and no one else’s. He almost forgot about his family until his brother came.
His brother managed to earn his freedom to an uprising. After which Mickel joined the military and advanced quickly. He was two years younger than Kyrn, but was already in command of his own unit. His brother came for the sword that was their fathers. Kyrn approached Mickel but Mickel kicked him from atop his horse. Kyrn pleaded that he was his brother, but Mickel didn’t believe him, he said that his whole family died that night. Kyrn felt such a sting in his heart he ran away, both angry at his brother and sad at the same time. He ran into the stables for quite some time until he regained his composure. His brother had already left and without the sword. Mickel could not pay the price that the fat man was asking for and vowed to return later in the month. Mickel never returned.
Within the next two years Kyrn became a guard at the estate. He figured that if his brother could advance so quickly then so could he. And he did. Within four months Kyrn became one of the head guards. The fat lord believed that Kyrn was the most obedient guard he had, but Kyrn’s ruse was almost at an end. In one knight Kyrn killed the fat lord by strangling him with the same shackle that Kyrn had been bound with when he was bought. Kyrn grabbed a cloak and then went out into the hall and with his cheap blade easily dispatched the personal guard that held his father’s sword. Kyrn took the blade and left in the dead of night eager to get out of Belatona.
On the run from guards, in nearby towns he fled until one night when he when he was Fasaloft he was recognized and hunted down. He managed to loose them in the spine but he fell down the side a mountain and into a small pond. When he came up for air he found that he was near some ruins. He pulled himself out of the water and cut off the protruding arrow head and pulled out shaft. He bandaged himself up. Kyrn heard a voice call over to him. It was raspy and he sounded old. It was a dragon and rider. They were standing at the edge of the water. The dragon was a dark shade of brown and the rider wore magnificent armor. The man was not wearing his helmet and looked like he was about to keel over from age. He looked over and asked Kyrn, “Why are you locked up?” Kyrn didn’t know what he meant. The man replied “when you lock yourself away from the world you will not be who destiny wants you to be.” The man got off of his dragon and walked over to Kyrn. He held out his hand and it was a dragons egg.
“If this egg hatches for you…you will find a new meaning to life then running, Kyrn.” The man turned and got back onto his dragon and with a single bound the dragon was into the sky. A few nights later the dragon in the egg hatched. The dragon was a deep dark shade of Red with black veins in its wings. And when Kyrn touched the dragon, An icy cold pain shot up his arm and into his body. One word rang his head for two hours Varith. And from that moment onward, the dragons name was Varith.
Anything extra:
Dragon: Varith
Gender: Male
Age: 6 months
Personality: Varith has the same personality as Kyrn. Varith believes that the strong should protect the weak. However he differs from Kyrn by thinking about what he is about to do and does his best not to act on animal urges. He constantly mocks Kyrn and those around him but is deep down Kyrn’s best friend and understands him better than anyone alive.
Appearance: Varith is smaller and can only fly with one person. But Varith is muscular and is faster than a horse on the ground. His scales are a deep red all around and have black veins in his wing webbing. He has horns protruding from his head covering the nose crown of his head.
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Other name: None
Race:: Human-Rider
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Daret
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Birthday: During the Summer Solstice
Eyes: Normal eye shape, Blue.
Hair : Wind-blown messy dark brown hair.
Weight : 190 lbs
Height: 6’ 2’’
Magic User: yes (Dragon Rider hopefully)
Preferred Weapon(s):
Kyrn wields his father’s blade, which has a hand-and-half hilt. The grip of the hilt is black leather with a wire binding it. The cross guard is silver and jagged. The blade is about 4 feet long and polished bright steel. The blade starts at the base of the sword is about 4 inches thick and as it moves down the length it gets thinner and then tapers into a sharp point. Etched into the steel is Kyrn’s family crest. The scabbard is of is thin metal with leather over the entire length. The locket at the throat of the scabbard is the same shiny steel as the blade, and is also inscribed with the family crest. The sword goes over Kyrn’s shoulder via baldric.
Personality:
When Kyrn opens up, he is very outgoing and will always where a smile. But Due to an event as a child he became secluded and almost detached from the rest of the world. His thoughts are his own and will not share anything easily. But even though he may appear happy, on the inside his is still sad and alone, the happy face is just a “mask.” But he knows that once he finds the right people, his mask will go away and he will truly be happy.
During battle, Kyrn fights only to protect, whether it’s those he loves and cares about or if it’s for himself. He’s learned that in this life only the strong can protect the weak.
Appearance:
Kyrn has somewhat tan skin, and is muscular, his back is covered with scars from a whip. On his left shoulder is a burn scar from where he was branded as a child. Now he wears a black cloak to hid his face and protect him from the weather. He wears a dark brown tunic. On his forearms he has leather bracers and covering his hands are leather gloves with the tips missing to allow an easier grip on things. His pants are black. His boots are hard-studded leather that go up to mid calf. Kyrn’s sword goes over his shoulder with his leather Baldric that clasps across his chest and is adjustable.
Likes/Dislikes:
Kyrn hates dishonest people, pompous people, and loud mouths that won’t shut up when they are supposed to. Most of all though, he hates slavers. If he ever meets a slaver he will not hesitate to cut them down.
But he does like many things. He loves watching the sunrise and the sun set. And he will lay out at night and watch the starry sky. He reveres parents above all else and everyday misses his.
Strengths:
Kyrn is strong of body and strong of mind. His sword fighting technique is flawless,
Weakness:
Archery, and hand-to-hand. Kyrn is very rash and usually acts first and thinks acts later. He is also very judge mental and can be intolerant of certain people and religions.
Family:
Father: Darek (decease)
Mother: Karytha (whereabouts unknown= presumed dead)
Brother: Mickel (Whereabouts unknown)
Not-So-Brief History:
Kyrn was born and raised in the small village of Daret to a poor a family. It was a classic tale of a local small village peasant boy who dreamed of adventure. However all hope he had as a child quickly died on that fateful day 12 years ago when his mother, his father, and Kyrn and his younger brother left for Gil’ead to visit Kyrn’s uncle along with a small caravan. However, that night when they set up camp, a raid happened and as people where panicking the invading men killed many of the Fathers and took children and the stronger teens. In the confusion Kyrn looked frantically for his family. Finally Kyrn saw his father fighting off two of the raiders defending Mickel but his father slipped and was cut down. Kyrn ran over to his father’s bloody corpse but was grabbed by one of the men while the other picked up Darek’s sword. Kyrn saw his brother also picked up and Kyrn struggled to get free. But with a hard thwack, Kyrn’s vision faded and everything went black.
When Kyrn finally awoke he found himself on a cart surrounded by the others that were taken as well. Kyrn learned from the other boys that these men where slavers and were taking them to Dras-Leona. Kyrn looked everywhere for his mother and brother still crying from seeing his father dead. He found his brother but no mother. Mickel was crying as well and he said that he couldn’t find his mother. Kyrn began crying anew. He knew that the chance’s where very high that his mother was dead as well. When they got to Dras-Leona, Kyrn was dehydrated and delirious. He didn’t know what was going on when him and his brother where put on the stage to be sold to some rich person. Unfortunately, Kyrn was bought by a large fat man that was barely taller than Kyrn.
The man bought Kyrn and only Kyrn. He wanted a boy that would he could train and groom into a perfect slave and even a warrior. But fate played another card. The man also bought Kyrn’s father sword. He figured that his personal guard could use a new sword. So now Kyrn was torn from his mother, his father, and now his only brother. Kyrn and the man left Dras-Leona, and ended up going to an estate outside of Belatona and he was branded by the fat lord’s family crest to show that Kyrn belonged to them forever. When Kyrn got his shackles off he hid them and kept them for a day to come. After the branding it was there that Kyrn learned to stay quiet and use a sword. As the years grew on he began to blame others for his mistakes and became a cold and constantly got into fights. Sometimes even with the guards, and that got him whipped for it across the back. As he grew older though his teens he began to realize that if he makes a mistake, it was his fault and no one else’s. He almost forgot about his family until his brother came.
His brother managed to earn his freedom to an uprising. After which Mickel joined the military and advanced quickly. He was two years younger than Kyrn, but was already in command of his own unit. His brother came for the sword that was their fathers. Kyrn approached Mickel but Mickel kicked him from atop his horse. Kyrn pleaded that he was his brother, but Mickel didn’t believe him, he said that his whole family died that night. Kyrn felt such a sting in his heart he ran away, both angry at his brother and sad at the same time. He ran into the stables for quite some time until he regained his composure. His brother had already left and without the sword. Mickel could not pay the price that the fat man was asking for and vowed to return later in the month. Mickel never returned.
Within the next two years Kyrn became a guard at the estate. He figured that if his brother could advance so quickly then so could he. And he did. Within four months Kyrn became one of the head guards. The fat lord believed that Kyrn was the most obedient guard he had, but Kyrn’s ruse was almost at an end. In one knight Kyrn killed the fat lord by strangling him with the same shackle that Kyrn had been bound with when he was bought. Kyrn grabbed a cloak and then went out into the hall and with his cheap blade easily dispatched the personal guard that held his father’s sword. Kyrn took the blade and left in the dead of night eager to get out of Belatona.
On the run from guards, in nearby towns he fled until one night when he when he was Fasaloft he was recognized and hunted down. He managed to loose them in the spine but he fell down the side a mountain and into a small pond. When he came up for air he found that he was near some ruins. He pulled himself out of the water and cut off the protruding arrow head and pulled out shaft. He bandaged himself up. Kyrn heard a voice call over to him. It was raspy and he sounded old. It was a dragon and rider. They were standing at the edge of the water. The dragon was a dark shade of brown and the rider wore magnificent armor. The man was not wearing his helmet and looked like he was about to keel over from age. He looked over and asked Kyrn, “Why are you locked up?” Kyrn didn’t know what he meant. The man replied “when you lock yourself away from the world you will not be who destiny wants you to be.” The man got off of his dragon and walked over to Kyrn. He held out his hand and it was a dragons egg.
“If this egg hatches for you…you will find a new meaning to life then running, Kyrn.” The man turned and got back onto his dragon and with a single bound the dragon was into the sky. A few nights later the dragon in the egg hatched. The dragon was a deep dark shade of Red with black veins in its wings. And when Kyrn touched the dragon, An icy cold pain shot up his arm and into his body. One word rang his head for two hours Varith. And from that moment onward, the dragons name was Varith.
Anything extra:
Dragon: Varith
Gender: Male
Age: 6 months
Personality: Varith has the same personality as Kyrn. Varith believes that the strong should protect the weak. However he differs from Kyrn by thinking about what he is about to do and does his best not to act on animal urges. He constantly mocks Kyrn and those around him but is deep down Kyrn’s best friend and understands him better than anyone alive.
Appearance: Varith is smaller and can only fly with one person. But Varith is muscular and is faster than a horse on the ground. His scales are a deep red all around and have black veins in his wing webbing. He has horns protruding from his head covering the nose crown of his head.
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