Post by Taren on Oct 26, 2008 23:08:03 GMT -5
Modified; 10.29.08
Full Name: Taren Vaxynarra
Age: 21
Race: Human
Class: N/A
Gender: Female
Religion: N/A
Magic: None whatsoever.
Birthplace: Gil'ead
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Description: Taren has fair but slightly tan skin with a smooth complexion. She has doe-brown eyes with light, blondish-brown hair reaching to the middle of her back. Her face is a bit angled, though not so much that it is very noticeable. Taren is a bit on the smaller size. She is around 5'4", with a lean body. She barely has any fat on her bones, a result from being so fit and practicing with her sword on a regular basis.
Taren has taken to wearing a light green tunic reaching just above her knees with with black leggings. Her tunic have short sleeves reaching right below her shoulders. A small silver chain given to her by her mother adorns her neck. One small polished rock hangs from it, a family heirloom.
When in battle she wears a set of armor built for her size and weight, but gives her just as much protection.
Most of the time her hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail on the crown of her skull.
Weapons:
A sword she stole out of a rowdy bar one day. There's nothing real special about it.
The hilt is made up of reinforced iron wrapped with a strip of heavy leather to protect her hands. The blade is made of light steel but very strong. It only needs one hand to be used, allowing Taren to use a shield with the other.
Taren tries to sharpen the blade every other day to keep it to a point, but sometimes things get out of hand and she is unable to do that. For the reason, the sword is in prime condition, ready to fight.
History:
Taren grew up in the military city of Gil'ead. Her father was a fur trapper and moved to Gil'ead with his expecting wife to be in the center of the trade. Not long after they settled in, it could only have been one or two months, Taren was born. Taren was named after her grandmother in her fathers side. Taren was born a healthy child with mild complications.
Taren grew fast, not only physically, but mentally. When she hit her first birthday mark, she was passing the second year mark when it came to brains. Taren could talk in short sentences and indentify different items.
During the time she was growing up, Gil'ead was relatively peaceful, but had a few shady characters residing withint it's walls. For that reason, Taren's parents didn't allow her outside the house very much, as to protect her. As a result Taren spent most of her time inside, reading, solving puzzles and whatnot. She learned to write and increased her vocabulary immensly, though she had never been to school.
Both of Taren's parents had taught her to despise Galbatorix, though their teachings never left the house, for fear they would be caught and punished for treason. It wasn't just of that that Taren learned to despise the king. She had seen and heard of what he commanded his soldiers to do to the people of Alagaesia. All in all, her whole family disliked Galbatorix.
Despite of that, they lived peacefully within the walls of Gil'ead. Now, Taren wasn't a conventional women. She didn't have any plans to grow up and marry some man, to bear his children, cook for him, clean for him, and the likes. Instead she had planned to leave the house and travel the land. She wanted to meet the famous and infamous.
When Taren reached her 18th birthday, she set off to follow her dreams. Yet, they weren't like a fairytale she had imagined it to be. Hardship followed her around, and many a times she had to reduce to stealing from hardworking citizens. But Taren refused to come home. She wanted to keep her dream alive and to travel the globe.
One day, word reached Taren of the gathering army consisting of the Varden and Surda that were planning on opposing Galbatorix. Taren seized the chance and headed that way. Finally, Taren reached where the army was camping and met with their leader, Nasuada.
Taren explained to her that she was wanting to join their plight to defeat Galbatorix. Nasuada, believing Taren was a good hand, even if she was a women, allowed her to join. Taren strived to prove herself, working as hard as she could and helping out as much as she could.
So, that was where Taren stayed. She stayed with the Varden and Surda to help defeat Galbatorix.
RP Sample:
Brown eyes looked up towards the sky, Taren's tan hand shielding them from light that could render her sight. The Beor Mountains rose over ten miles above her head, fading into the clouds. Taren couldn't even begin to imagine what the top of the gargantuan mountains would look like. No one had ever traveled there and made it back to tell the tale. Taren's heart was racing. She just couldn't contain it. They were so big!
What she could see of the Beor Mountains were covered in lush vegetation, the thickest she had ever seen. The trees and bushes started to thin out as it got higher up, yet it kept thick and full. Mist rolled down the sides of the hills, the sun rising up behind it giving it a hazy glowing feeling.
Who knows what kinds of animals live up there?
Taren thought in amazement. Hundreds of thousands ancient civilizations could be living there and no one would ever know. Of course, that was how the dwarves were. They had hidden in there for decades and no one had ever known where they had gone into hiding.
It was immeasurable.
Taren looked away from the massive display, her head swimming. In the distance, she could see the sun dipping below the horizon, casting golden light down upon the world. Pushing a strand of light brown hair away from her face, she turned towards her steed. Dranyar, her stallion, was picketed some feet away, his brown eyes looking at her.
She moved towards him, rubbing a hand down his muscled neck. Taren grabbed the saddle horn and pulled herself up onto the horse, settling herself into the seat of the saddle. Taren clicked her tongue and pressed her heels to his sides. Dranyar set off at a nice lope, his mane and tail blowing backwards.
Full Name: Taren Vaxynarra
Age: 21
Race: Human
Class: N/A
Gender: Female
Religion: N/A
Magic: None whatsoever.
Birthplace: Gil'ead
Strengths:
- Self Confident
- Has a good hand with weapons
- Knows a small bit about herbs and such and can help treat a wound
Weaknesses:
- Sometimes over confident
- Tends to over-judge her own strength
- Regularly back-sasses those which she shouldn't
Description: Taren has fair but slightly tan skin with a smooth complexion. She has doe-brown eyes with light, blondish-brown hair reaching to the middle of her back. Her face is a bit angled, though not so much that it is very noticeable. Taren is a bit on the smaller size. She is around 5'4", with a lean body. She barely has any fat on her bones, a result from being so fit and practicing with her sword on a regular basis.
Taren has taken to wearing a light green tunic reaching just above her knees with with black leggings. Her tunic have short sleeves reaching right below her shoulders. A small silver chain given to her by her mother adorns her neck. One small polished rock hangs from it, a family heirloom.
When in battle she wears a set of armor built for her size and weight, but gives her just as much protection.
Most of the time her hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail on the crown of her skull.
Weapons:
A sword she stole out of a rowdy bar one day. There's nothing real special about it.
The hilt is made up of reinforced iron wrapped with a strip of heavy leather to protect her hands. The blade is made of light steel but very strong. It only needs one hand to be used, allowing Taren to use a shield with the other.
Taren tries to sharpen the blade every other day to keep it to a point, but sometimes things get out of hand and she is unable to do that. For the reason, the sword is in prime condition, ready to fight.
History:
Taren grew up in the military city of Gil'ead. Her father was a fur trapper and moved to Gil'ead with his expecting wife to be in the center of the trade. Not long after they settled in, it could only have been one or two months, Taren was born. Taren was named after her grandmother in her fathers side. Taren was born a healthy child with mild complications.
Taren grew fast, not only physically, but mentally. When she hit her first birthday mark, she was passing the second year mark when it came to brains. Taren could talk in short sentences and indentify different items.
During the time she was growing up, Gil'ead was relatively peaceful, but had a few shady characters residing withint it's walls. For that reason, Taren's parents didn't allow her outside the house very much, as to protect her. As a result Taren spent most of her time inside, reading, solving puzzles and whatnot. She learned to write and increased her vocabulary immensly, though she had never been to school.
Both of Taren's parents had taught her to despise Galbatorix, though their teachings never left the house, for fear they would be caught and punished for treason. It wasn't just of that that Taren learned to despise the king. She had seen and heard of what he commanded his soldiers to do to the people of Alagaesia. All in all, her whole family disliked Galbatorix.
Despite of that, they lived peacefully within the walls of Gil'ead. Now, Taren wasn't a conventional women. She didn't have any plans to grow up and marry some man, to bear his children, cook for him, clean for him, and the likes. Instead she had planned to leave the house and travel the land. She wanted to meet the famous and infamous.
When Taren reached her 18th birthday, she set off to follow her dreams. Yet, they weren't like a fairytale she had imagined it to be. Hardship followed her around, and many a times she had to reduce to stealing from hardworking citizens. But Taren refused to come home. She wanted to keep her dream alive and to travel the globe.
One day, word reached Taren of the gathering army consisting of the Varden and Surda that were planning on opposing Galbatorix. Taren seized the chance and headed that way. Finally, Taren reached where the army was camping and met with their leader, Nasuada.
Taren explained to her that she was wanting to join their plight to defeat Galbatorix. Nasuada, believing Taren was a good hand, even if she was a women, allowed her to join. Taren strived to prove herself, working as hard as she could and helping out as much as she could.
So, that was where Taren stayed. She stayed with the Varden and Surda to help defeat Galbatorix.
RP Sample:
Brown eyes looked up towards the sky, Taren's tan hand shielding them from light that could render her sight. The Beor Mountains rose over ten miles above her head, fading into the clouds. Taren couldn't even begin to imagine what the top of the gargantuan mountains would look like. No one had ever traveled there and made it back to tell the tale. Taren's heart was racing. She just couldn't contain it. They were so big!
What she could see of the Beor Mountains were covered in lush vegetation, the thickest she had ever seen. The trees and bushes started to thin out as it got higher up, yet it kept thick and full. Mist rolled down the sides of the hills, the sun rising up behind it giving it a hazy glowing feeling.
Who knows what kinds of animals live up there?
Taren thought in amazement. Hundreds of thousands ancient civilizations could be living there and no one would ever know. Of course, that was how the dwarves were. They had hidden in there for decades and no one had ever known where they had gone into hiding.
It was immeasurable.
Taren looked away from the massive display, her head swimming. In the distance, she could see the sun dipping below the horizon, casting golden light down upon the world. Pushing a strand of light brown hair away from her face, she turned towards her steed. Dranyar, her stallion, was picketed some feet away, his brown eyes looking at her.
She moved towards him, rubbing a hand down his muscled neck. Taren grabbed the saddle horn and pulled herself up onto the horse, settling herself into the seat of the saddle. Taren clicked her tongue and pressed her heels to his sides. Dranyar set off at a nice lope, his mane and tail blowing backwards.
