Post by Kamil Drakari on Nov 22, 2009 13:51:50 GMT -5
Name: Kamil Drakari
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Redguard
BirthSign: Warrior
Hair Color/Style: Dark Brown
Eye color: Green
Skin Tone: Light (For a Redguard)
Guild/Facion Part of: None
Likes:
Dislikes
Turn Ons:
Turn Offs:
Nervous Habits: Becomes very defensive and suspicious, often goes off on his own and just makes something (it doesn't matter what) in order to keep calm.
Girl/Boyfriend: None, and not looking.
Friends: None (so far)
Rivals: None (yet)
Fears:
Job: Traveller, will join the Fighter's Guild in Chorrol.
Weapon/s:
Main
Backup (It's a dagger, in case you didn't notice)
Powers:
Armorer - Expert (Makes his own equipment)
Blade - Journeyman
Hand-to-Hand - Journeyman
Block - Apprentice
Restoration - Journeyman
Heavy Armor - Journeyman
Mercantile - Expert
-Adrenaline Rush - racial
Weaknesses:
Pride (e.g. Refuses to use weapons or armor made by somebody else.)
Far too trusting.
Appearance: Kamil is image conscious, but not vain. He shaves his head regularly so that helms will fit better, but also adds some decoration to the helm and keeps it in prime condition. The same goes for any equipment he makes; practicality is most important, but nobody wants an ugly sword. Because of that, his armor is overall strong and simple, has a little gold alloy trimming.
Outside of the armor, he wears mostly simple clothes since expensive and fancy outfits are very uncomfortable. He is muscular from his blacksmithing and has very broad shoulders, but still holds himself like a noble from what his parents taught him. The pose is even more effective because of his height; well over six feet.
Personality: Kamil is very aggressive, easily angered and quick to fight, but usually nice when there's nothing on his mind. He doesn't hold grudges, finding that much dedication to be more than it's worth, but very rarely trusts that person again. He doesn't have any special behavior for allowing people a chance to explain themselves, but he does make his presence known before striking.
Father: Alive, Finds suppliers and buyers etc., Travels.
Mother: Alive, Merchant in the Imperial City.
Sibling/s: One older Brother.
History/Past: Kamil's family hasn't been in Cyrodil for long. His parents came from Hammerfell because they felt that even a small trading company would benefit from being centered at the heart of the Empire. Despite that, they are only moderately successful; the business is growing, but there were no radical or unique ideas to distinguish from the competition.
Kamil, as the second son, was intended to remain in the family business to support his brother. He was trained for the role very well, but never really felt that it suited him. He was instead fascinated by weapons, which often passed through the house on the way to their destinations. He could never focus on lessons when there were swords around.
His parents never really approved, but since it was clear there was no stopping him they sent him to be apprenticed to one of the Blacksmiths inside the city. That suited him far better, and he learned very quickly. However, even that was not exactly what he wanted.
Later in his apprenticeship he began to train with the swords he made, claiming that it was just to test their quality. His master didn't really fall for it, but played along for a while before suggesting that he would fit in better with the Fighter's Guild. The idea was exactly what Kamil was looking for, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he used his experience to make a custom suit of armor and weapons; after all, he didn't want to arrive unprepared. Eventually, he left a leter for his family (they weren't very close by that point) and headed to the nearest branch, Chorrol.
RP Sample:
Klang!
Kamil smiled and carefully placed the hammer back into its place on the rack. It had taken him nearly a year, but he was finally satisfied with his work. The thick steel breastplate lay before him ready for use, though he would polish the whole suit before wearing it out in public. Still, he had to try it on first; didn't want to get into the wilderness before realizing that the whole thing would fall apart in a light breeze. He attatched the leather straps he had bought, then donned the piece before returning to the chest in his room that held the rest.
Once he was wearing the full set, he went into the back yard with his weapons and began a workout. He was pleased by how well he could move, it was far easier than when he practiced with the regular armor that his master had made. Probably just because it fits better he thought to himself, swinging his sword to check that he still had his full range of motion. After his initial stretching, he did some basic exercises. He usually did more, but most of it required a sparring partner and he was alone for today. Something about important business, it wasn't that unusual so he hadn't been paying much attention. Even without those, he was confident that the armor was good enough for the time so he went back inside for the polishing.
He was very nearly done by the time his master got home. It was starting to get dark by then, and the orange sunset gleamed off the smooth steel when the door opened. "Ah, it's done?" he asked, seeing the set laid out on the table, "let me see it." After a long inspection, while Kamil waited nervously off to the side, he declared, "You've learned well, good job. In fact," he pulled a small package from his pocket, "you deserve a present." Kamil took it carefully, as if it would break with any provocation, and opened it the same way. Inside was a beautiful ring, formed to look like two silver dragons coiled around your finger, holding a single large ruby in the center. "It's.... beautiful!" he said with amazement. "Did you really make this just for me?" The old orc smiled. "You deserve it. Besides, I just had it enchanted. It will help protect you from whatever you get yourself into." Kamil was still stunned. "I... I don't know what to say..." "Don't mention it. I probably earned more from your work than it cost to make, so let's just call it even." Kamil finally managed to recover. "Well, thank you anyway," he said, putting on the gift and recognizing the odd feeling of magic flowing around him. He fell silent for a few seconds before declaring "Well, I'm tired and it's a big day tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep early. Good night." The orc nodded, "'night," and they both went to their rooms to get some rest.
Image/s: (None... not for lack of trying though)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Redguard
BirthSign: Warrior
Hair Color/Style: Dark Brown
Eye color: Green
Skin Tone: Light (For a Redguard)
Guild/Facion Part of: None
Likes:
- Weapons
- Fighting
- Exploring
- Being helpful
Dislikes
- Murder
- Stealth
- Liars
- Hypocrites
Turn Ons:
- Long hair
- Strong
Turn Offs:
- Khajiit, Argonian, Orc
- Cripples
Nervous Habits: Becomes very defensive and suspicious, often goes off on his own and just makes something (it doesn't matter what) in order to keep calm.
Girl/Boyfriend: None, and not looking.
Friends: None (so far)
Rivals: None (yet)
Fears:
- Being crippled
- Being trapped
Job: Traveller, will join the Fighter's Guild in Chorrol.
Weapon/s:
Main Backup (It's a dagger, in case you didn't notice)Powers:
Armorer - Expert (Makes his own equipment)
Blade - Journeyman
Hand-to-Hand - Journeyman
Block - Apprentice
Restoration - Journeyman
Heavy Armor - Journeyman
Mercantile - Expert
-Adrenaline Rush - racial
Weaknesses:
Pride (e.g. Refuses to use weapons or armor made by somebody else.)
Far too trusting.
Appearance: Kamil is image conscious, but not vain. He shaves his head regularly so that helms will fit better, but also adds some decoration to the helm and keeps it in prime condition. The same goes for any equipment he makes; practicality is most important, but nobody wants an ugly sword. Because of that, his armor is overall strong and simple, has a little gold alloy trimming.
Outside of the armor, he wears mostly simple clothes since expensive and fancy outfits are very uncomfortable. He is muscular from his blacksmithing and has very broad shoulders, but still holds himself like a noble from what his parents taught him. The pose is even more effective because of his height; well over six feet.
Personality: Kamil is very aggressive, easily angered and quick to fight, but usually nice when there's nothing on his mind. He doesn't hold grudges, finding that much dedication to be more than it's worth, but very rarely trusts that person again. He doesn't have any special behavior for allowing people a chance to explain themselves, but he does make his presence known before striking.
Father: Alive, Finds suppliers and buyers etc., Travels.
Mother: Alive, Merchant in the Imperial City.
Sibling/s: One older Brother.
History/Past: Kamil's family hasn't been in Cyrodil for long. His parents came from Hammerfell because they felt that even a small trading company would benefit from being centered at the heart of the Empire. Despite that, they are only moderately successful; the business is growing, but there were no radical or unique ideas to distinguish from the competition.
Kamil, as the second son, was intended to remain in the family business to support his brother. He was trained for the role very well, but never really felt that it suited him. He was instead fascinated by weapons, which often passed through the house on the way to their destinations. He could never focus on lessons when there were swords around.
His parents never really approved, but since it was clear there was no stopping him they sent him to be apprenticed to one of the Blacksmiths inside the city. That suited him far better, and he learned very quickly. However, even that was not exactly what he wanted.
Later in his apprenticeship he began to train with the swords he made, claiming that it was just to test their quality. His master didn't really fall for it, but played along for a while before suggesting that he would fit in better with the Fighter's Guild. The idea was exactly what Kamil was looking for, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he used his experience to make a custom suit of armor and weapons; after all, he didn't want to arrive unprepared. Eventually, he left a leter for his family (they weren't very close by that point) and headed to the nearest branch, Chorrol.
RP Sample:
Klang!
Kamil smiled and carefully placed the hammer back into its place on the rack. It had taken him nearly a year, but he was finally satisfied with his work. The thick steel breastplate lay before him ready for use, though he would polish the whole suit before wearing it out in public. Still, he had to try it on first; didn't want to get into the wilderness before realizing that the whole thing would fall apart in a light breeze. He attatched the leather straps he had bought, then donned the piece before returning to the chest in his room that held the rest.
Once he was wearing the full set, he went into the back yard with his weapons and began a workout. He was pleased by how well he could move, it was far easier than when he practiced with the regular armor that his master had made. Probably just because it fits better he thought to himself, swinging his sword to check that he still had his full range of motion. After his initial stretching, he did some basic exercises. He usually did more, but most of it required a sparring partner and he was alone for today. Something about important business, it wasn't that unusual so he hadn't been paying much attention. Even without those, he was confident that the armor was good enough for the time so he went back inside for the polishing.
He was very nearly done by the time his master got home. It was starting to get dark by then, and the orange sunset gleamed off the smooth steel when the door opened. "Ah, it's done?" he asked, seeing the set laid out on the table, "let me see it." After a long inspection, while Kamil waited nervously off to the side, he declared, "You've learned well, good job. In fact," he pulled a small package from his pocket, "you deserve a present." Kamil took it carefully, as if it would break with any provocation, and opened it the same way. Inside was a beautiful ring, formed to look like two silver dragons coiled around your finger, holding a single large ruby in the center. "It's.... beautiful!" he said with amazement. "Did you really make this just for me?" The old orc smiled. "You deserve it. Besides, I just had it enchanted. It will help protect you from whatever you get yourself into." Kamil was still stunned. "I... I don't know what to say..." "Don't mention it. I probably earned more from your work than it cost to make, so let's just call it even." Kamil finally managed to recover. "Well, thank you anyway," he said, putting on the gift and recognizing the odd feeling of magic flowing around him. He fell silent for a few seconds before declaring "Well, I'm tired and it's a big day tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep early. Good night." The orc nodded, "'night," and they both went to their rooms to get some rest.
Image/s: (None... not for lack of trying though)
Good to know your're character's parents werent dead or killed.