Post by thorik on May 28, 2008 16:20:30 GMT -5
Name- Thorik Lial
Age - 23
Race - Quantililan
Gender- Male
Weapons - Thorik wields a Bastard-sword that sits firm in a black-leather scabbard at his waist. The hilt of the sword is made from bone, but wrapped tightly with thin strips of dyed leather so that it doesn't stand out from the scabbard. He also carries a roughly-made short-bow on his back.
Equipment- Thorik wears little armor, but the chain-mail shirt that he keeps hidden underneath his own coat. Instead he wears a green wool shirt and pants to enable him to easily find cover in the wilderness throughout the plains and the forests to the east. Often too, Thorik carries a harp and lute around with him to play with on his journeys, or in taverns to earn some extra copper.
(A note on gear: Ya, it goes past the $75 limit. But 100 for just a chain-mail shirt is bloody outrageous to begin with.)
Description(simple): Thorik is of a moderate height, not to tall and certainly not short. His sleek and black hair is parted directly down the center of his skull and falls down passed his shoulders. Years of wandering the plains between towns have made him muscular, but thin.
Bio - Born an orphan in Quoa, it didn't take long for Thorik to toss away his loyalties to his people and leave on his own. At the tender age of eight he escaped from the watch of his guardians out into the wilderness of the world. Untrained and unprepared, he traveled east in search of adventure.
A week passed by before Thorik stumbled starved to a clear stream. At last hunger and exhaustion took their toll on him and he collapsed. When he awoke, he found himself warm inside a bedroll not far from were he had collapsed by the water. A fire had been started and strips of dried meat placed beside a cup filled with water from had been laid out before him. He ate the offering using what little amount of strength he had, and once more fell asleep.
It was early in the morning when he next awoke. The sun was just peaking above the horizon sending rays of bright and brilliant colors across the sky. The fire had died down since the day before and a chill clung tightly onto the dry air. His rescuer, a large-built man, with longsword at his side and a bow beside him, stood bent over above the fire attempting to nurse it back to its former self. The man introduced himself as Adric Lial, a traveling bard.
When he learned of Thorik's story he offered the child the opportunity to take on as his apprentice. It was along side Adric that Thorik remained until he approached his late-teenage years, and took off once more into the open world on his own with the skills taught to him by Adric. He adopted Adric's last name in gratitude for the aid presented to him and was given the same sword and harp he still continues to carry.
Age - 23
Race - Quantililan
Gender- Male
Weapons - Thorik wields a Bastard-sword that sits firm in a black-leather scabbard at his waist. The hilt of the sword is made from bone, but wrapped tightly with thin strips of dyed leather so that it doesn't stand out from the scabbard. He also carries a roughly-made short-bow on his back.
Equipment- Thorik wears little armor, but the chain-mail shirt that he keeps hidden underneath his own coat. Instead he wears a green wool shirt and pants to enable him to easily find cover in the wilderness throughout the plains and the forests to the east. Often too, Thorik carries a harp and lute around with him to play with on his journeys, or in taverns to earn some extra copper.
(A note on gear: Ya, it goes past the $75 limit. But 100 for just a chain-mail shirt is bloody outrageous to begin with.)
Description(simple): Thorik is of a moderate height, not to tall and certainly not short. His sleek and black hair is parted directly down the center of his skull and falls down passed his shoulders. Years of wandering the plains between towns have made him muscular, but thin.
Bio - Born an orphan in Quoa, it didn't take long for Thorik to toss away his loyalties to his people and leave on his own. At the tender age of eight he escaped from the watch of his guardians out into the wilderness of the world. Untrained and unprepared, he traveled east in search of adventure.
A week passed by before Thorik stumbled starved to a clear stream. At last hunger and exhaustion took their toll on him and he collapsed. When he awoke, he found himself warm inside a bedroll not far from were he had collapsed by the water. A fire had been started and strips of dried meat placed beside a cup filled with water from had been laid out before him. He ate the offering using what little amount of strength he had, and once more fell asleep.
It was early in the morning when he next awoke. The sun was just peaking above the horizon sending rays of bright and brilliant colors across the sky. The fire had died down since the day before and a chill clung tightly onto the dry air. His rescuer, a large-built man, with longsword at his side and a bow beside him, stood bent over above the fire attempting to nurse it back to its former self. The man introduced himself as Adric Lial, a traveling bard.
When he learned of Thorik's story he offered the child the opportunity to take on as his apprentice. It was along side Adric that Thorik remained until he approached his late-teenage years, and took off once more into the open world on his own with the skills taught to him by Adric. He adopted Adric's last name in gratitude for the aid presented to him and was given the same sword and harp he still continues to carry.
