Post by Brom on Oct 12, 2008 17:28:23 GMT -5
Full Name:
Brom
Also goes by Leon.
Age:
Two-and-Twenty.
Race:
Human.
Occupation:
Ex-farmer.
Gender:
Male.
Religion:
None, was never taught of such things.
Magic:
Has basic knowledge. Knows that magic takes the same amount of energy as does the task without magic, knows that if he's not careful it'll drain all his energy and will die. Knows how to heal minor wounds and how to start fire as well as how to fling a stone.
Birthplace:
Furthen Dur
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Description::
Appearance:
Let us start with the body: Brom has the build of someone who's farmed most of his/her life. Though he isn't the most built, his muscles are of decent size and, as some would say, seem to be carved out of stone. His skin? A nice golden tan that covers his entire upper body and most of his legs [mid thigh at the groin are white due to never working outside exposing that area].
Now the, how about the head: Brom's face can be compared to the size of an oval, longer then it is wide. His eyes, which pass off as a light brown, are in fact a deep red which lighten if his eyes water or a light hits them at a certain angle. His hair falls just over his shoulders with the exception of his bangs which settle just under his eyes. His hair naturally is spread out in random spikes as if his hair were wet. The hair is a black color, though if it's wet or in direct sunlight it has a light, but noticeable, purple tint to it.
How about the clothes: Brom can be usually be found in light colored clothing. He dislikes dark clothing unless he's working or is forced to sneak around. Brom also dislikes very loose shirts, preferring the comfortable fit of clothes that lightly hug his chest. Under casual circumstances he'd wear a shirt without a collar while those with collars he spares for the more important times. As for pants and shorts, he'll throw on whatever he's in the mood for, dark or light, pants or shorts, loose or tight. On his feet he has a pair of leather boots.
Personality:
Brom enjoys just sitting around and studying various things, everything from books to people and other animals. He'll spend days at a time over one subject just because he finds it interesting. He also enjoys a good fight, though killing is beyond him.
He is a kind and polite person and generally in control of his emotions, though his anger can get the best of him at times. He also has a tendency to feel obligated to assist anyone who asks him for help.
Brom, though really simple farmer, wishes to live up to his namesake. That's his single obsession: to become worthy of his name. He has the utmost respect for the man who slew Morzan and started Eragon off on his journey and he has problems if people speak little of Brom of old, as our Brom has come to call the Dargon Rider. He wishes to help change Alagaesia, though doubts he'll play a significant role in it.
Brom enjoys company and friends, though there is a such thing as to many people and it annoys him slightly....
The usually helpful and talkative Brom becomes very silent when upset. He'll have no problem speaking his mind, though. He seems to become void of any emotion and seems to be a cold cruel human.
Weapons:
A steel short sword that belonged to his father.
History:
Brom was born within the Varden while they still resided with Furthen Dur, though before he had reached one year his parents had left and attempted to make a life Therinsford. They ended up with a fair sized farm just to the north. It's true, our Brom's just a simple farm boy.
Though he didn't know what ranks his parents had within the Varden, nor did they tell him the reason for leaving, it was obvious that his father was a solider while most assumed his mother was just a woman. They told no one that they were of the Varden and informed Brom that if he tells anyone it's possible they'll die.
They taught their son to read and write; informed him of the Varden and the Empire; he learned of his namesake and what the Brom they had known done throughout his life; he his father sparred during their free time; his mother, who by no means was an ordinary woman, taught him to block his mind and reach out of others.
At the age of sixteen Brom lost his father. It didn't seem to be the hardest lost. But what sadness should have shown on his face, Brom put into work. While inside he struggled against the darkness that was grieve. Soon all he did was work, from sun rise to sun set.
After a few months his mother tried to get her son back. Which wasn't all to hard. No more then a week after the first attempt the two were sitting in a field, working on magic. Brom, who had never bothered his parents over leaving the Varden finally felt he should know. And so he asked. His mother just smiled and replied that a life of wars and battles was no place for a child...
It wasn't to much longer after that that his mother joined his father. Again, grieve stricken, but this time he was prepared. His mother and he had talked about topics like that. It took about a third of the time it took to get back to normal after his father passed.
Years passed. Brom worked on the farm. It was a decent living. He never married, nor became interested in the woman of the area, he just didn't fancy them. And so he was alone...
He had few things left in life. A name and a farm. He thought about going to the Varden. Fighting against the Empire. It'd be a starting point in becoming worthy of his name. It didn't take much time to decide. He was the reason his parents left the Varden. Brom the Dragon Rider was the creator. He hated the Empire.
Yes, he'd go and join.
By this time everyone had heard of the war and the return of the Dargon Riders. There were three known now. Dragon the Shadeslayer, of the Varden. Murtagh of the Empire. And of course Galbatorix the king. Brom sold the farm, gathered his clothes, his father's blade, got food and water, bought a horse, and headed off to locate the Varden in Surda.
RP Sample:
Even though the sun was just reaching the highest point in the sky, it had already been a long and tiring day for Brom. He had been out working on his fields hours before dawn, finishing the last skims just as the sun began to peak over the horizon. He had then gone inside, bathed, and otherwise groom himself until he thought he was presentable. Then he went out to his barn, saddled his horse, and rode out to the south.
Therinsford wasn't too far and at a stead pace it didn't take long to reach the town. Brom had been around the town as much as he'd been around hid own farm and as such he knew most everyone, and those he didn't know he recognized. He tied his horse outside the town and strode into the busy town.
Brom wandered between houses and other buildings of the like until he located the one he sought. He knocked on the door and waited. A few moments later the door opened and Brom stepped in. He greeted the man before him and was lead into the kitchen, there the two men were joined my the man's wife and the three of them talked about the farm; which Brom was to sell...
It was noon when Brom exited the two story house. And even though the sun was high in the sky, he made his way over to the local bar. He walked in as a cheer broke out from a group of men in one corner of the bar. Brom couldn't help but smile as he greeted whoever looked over at him...
No more then an hour following, Brom exited the bar. He wandered to the edges of the town, fetched his horse and pack, then headed further south...
Brom
Also goes by Leon.
Age:
Two-and-Twenty.
Race:
Human.
Occupation:
Ex-farmer.
Gender:
Male.
Religion:
None, was never taught of such things.
Magic:
Has basic knowledge. Knows that magic takes the same amount of energy as does the task without magic, knows that if he's not careful it'll drain all his energy and will die. Knows how to heal minor wounds and how to start fire as well as how to fling a stone.
Birthplace:
Furthen Dur
Strengths:
- Wit
- Cunning
- Strength
Weaknesses:
- Confidence
- Ignorance
- Helpfulness
Description::
Appearance:
Let us start with the body: Brom has the build of someone who's farmed most of his/her life. Though he isn't the most built, his muscles are of decent size and, as some would say, seem to be carved out of stone. His skin? A nice golden tan that covers his entire upper body and most of his legs [mid thigh at the groin are white due to never working outside exposing that area].
Now the, how about the head: Brom's face can be compared to the size of an oval, longer then it is wide. His eyes, which pass off as a light brown, are in fact a deep red which lighten if his eyes water or a light hits them at a certain angle. His hair falls just over his shoulders with the exception of his bangs which settle just under his eyes. His hair naturally is spread out in random spikes as if his hair were wet. The hair is a black color, though if it's wet or in direct sunlight it has a light, but noticeable, purple tint to it.
How about the clothes: Brom can be usually be found in light colored clothing. He dislikes dark clothing unless he's working or is forced to sneak around. Brom also dislikes very loose shirts, preferring the comfortable fit of clothes that lightly hug his chest. Under casual circumstances he'd wear a shirt without a collar while those with collars he spares for the more important times. As for pants and shorts, he'll throw on whatever he's in the mood for, dark or light, pants or shorts, loose or tight. On his feet he has a pair of leather boots.
Personality:
Brom enjoys just sitting around and studying various things, everything from books to people and other animals. He'll spend days at a time over one subject just because he finds it interesting. He also enjoys a good fight, though killing is beyond him.
He is a kind and polite person and generally in control of his emotions, though his anger can get the best of him at times. He also has a tendency to feel obligated to assist anyone who asks him for help.
Brom, though really simple farmer, wishes to live up to his namesake. That's his single obsession: to become worthy of his name. He has the utmost respect for the man who slew Morzan and started Eragon off on his journey and he has problems if people speak little of Brom of old, as our Brom has come to call the Dargon Rider. He wishes to help change Alagaesia, though doubts he'll play a significant role in it.
Brom enjoys company and friends, though there is a such thing as to many people and it annoys him slightly....
The usually helpful and talkative Brom becomes very silent when upset. He'll have no problem speaking his mind, though. He seems to become void of any emotion and seems to be a cold cruel human.
Weapons:
A steel short sword that belonged to his father.
History:
Brom was born within the Varden while they still resided with Furthen Dur, though before he had reached one year his parents had left and attempted to make a life Therinsford. They ended up with a fair sized farm just to the north. It's true, our Brom's just a simple farm boy.
Though he didn't know what ranks his parents had within the Varden, nor did they tell him the reason for leaving, it was obvious that his father was a solider while most assumed his mother was just a woman. They told no one that they were of the Varden and informed Brom that if he tells anyone it's possible they'll die.
They taught their son to read and write; informed him of the Varden and the Empire; he learned of his namesake and what the Brom they had known done throughout his life; he his father sparred during their free time; his mother, who by no means was an ordinary woman, taught him to block his mind and reach out of others.
At the age of sixteen Brom lost his father. It didn't seem to be the hardest lost. But what sadness should have shown on his face, Brom put into work. While inside he struggled against the darkness that was grieve. Soon all he did was work, from sun rise to sun set.
After a few months his mother tried to get her son back. Which wasn't all to hard. No more then a week after the first attempt the two were sitting in a field, working on magic. Brom, who had never bothered his parents over leaving the Varden finally felt he should know. And so he asked. His mother just smiled and replied that a life of wars and battles was no place for a child...
It wasn't to much longer after that that his mother joined his father. Again, grieve stricken, but this time he was prepared. His mother and he had talked about topics like that. It took about a third of the time it took to get back to normal after his father passed.
Years passed. Brom worked on the farm. It was a decent living. He never married, nor became interested in the woman of the area, he just didn't fancy them. And so he was alone...
He had few things left in life. A name and a farm. He thought about going to the Varden. Fighting against the Empire. It'd be a starting point in becoming worthy of his name. It didn't take much time to decide. He was the reason his parents left the Varden. Brom the Dragon Rider was the creator. He hated the Empire.
Yes, he'd go and join.
By this time everyone had heard of the war and the return of the Dargon Riders. There were three known now. Dragon the Shadeslayer, of the Varden. Murtagh of the Empire. And of course Galbatorix the king. Brom sold the farm, gathered his clothes, his father's blade, got food and water, bought a horse, and headed off to locate the Varden in Surda.
RP Sample:
Even though the sun was just reaching the highest point in the sky, it had already been a long and tiring day for Brom. He had been out working on his fields hours before dawn, finishing the last skims just as the sun began to peak over the horizon. He had then gone inside, bathed, and otherwise groom himself until he thought he was presentable. Then he went out to his barn, saddled his horse, and rode out to the south.
Therinsford wasn't too far and at a stead pace it didn't take long to reach the town. Brom had been around the town as much as he'd been around hid own farm and as such he knew most everyone, and those he didn't know he recognized. He tied his horse outside the town and strode into the busy town.
Brom wandered between houses and other buildings of the like until he located the one he sought. He knocked on the door and waited. A few moments later the door opened and Brom stepped in. He greeted the man before him and was lead into the kitchen, there the two men were joined my the man's wife and the three of them talked about the farm; which Brom was to sell...
It was noon when Brom exited the two story house. And even though the sun was high in the sky, he made his way over to the local bar. He walked in as a cheer broke out from a group of men in one corner of the bar. Brom couldn't help but smile as he greeted whoever looked over at him...
No more then an hour following, Brom exited the bar. He wandered to the edges of the town, fetched his horse and pack, then headed further south...