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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2009 2:53:22 GMT -5
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Post by M is for Morphine on Jan 27, 2010 18:14:22 GMT -5
Name and title: Ellsa Greynape
Knight Color: flaxen
Titles: The Harvest Moon
Age: 22
Height: 5'1"
Complexion: pale
Eyes: dark brown
Hair: light blond
Build:
She's very short, with a stocky and muscular build. Her figure is not very womanly; in fact, when wearing armor she is often mistaken for a boy.
Description:
When she isn't dressed for combat, Ellsa likes to wear plain and sensible clothes that don't draw any undue attention to her. Her outfits are normally some combination of very light yellow and pale blue; the colors of her family crest.
Her most noticeable physical feature is the huge rat tail that springs from her lower back. She likes to fidget with it in times of anxiety, wringing it like high-strung people wring their hands.
Years of helping to manage her fathers accounts have made her shrewd and business-minded. She is somewhat embarrassed by her small town upbringing and worries that the people at court will think she is uncultured.
Like many of her kind, she is very superstitious. She knows a 'tried and tested' charm or amulet for dozens of situations, from protecting her horse from faeries to winning a court case. How useful these actually are is yet to be discovered.
History:
Ellsa was once a comely example of a female ratling (humanoid rat), until she spurned a suitor who asked for her hand in marriage. Outraged, he hired a witch to curse her for her arrogance.
Beautiful silver fur fell from her like melting wax. Her ears, once dainty saucers, became shriveled little bean-like things. She had been turned into a human! Only her lovely, thick tail remained, having been protected by one of her amulets.
She decided to come to the court of King Kabe, where she could offer her services and spare her family the embarrassment and scandal of having her around in such a state.
Weapons:
Ellsa's go-to weapon is the Greynape Family poleaxe, The Grain Wolf. It stands 6 feet from butt to tip, with a shaft fashioned out of white ash wood. The business end of Grain Wolf is a little different from your normal poleaxe. It has the normal spear tip, and the standard hammer head opposite of the axe blade, but the axe itself is special.
Where axe blades normally curve out, this one curves in. Upon closer inspection, you might notice that this strange weapon was actually fashioned out of an old scythe blade! Yes, this instrument of war was once a humble farmer's tool, re-purposed in a time of greatest need.
For close combat, she favors a small war hammer.
Armor:
Though her family has both land and titles, they are not rich. Full plate armor proved to be too expensive, so she wears a Comb Morion helmet, a breastplate, gauntlets, and a gorget (neck guard) over a mail hauberk.
Magic:
A number of wards and amulets of questionable effectiveness.
Companion:
Abraxas
A 'buckskin dun' colored courser.
Companion's description:
A strong, medium sized warhorse of good breeding and easy temperament.
His coat is a light, sandy brown that becomes darker at his hooves. His mane and tail are very dark brown, almost black.
He is protected by boiled leather barding, and a number of small charms hanging off of his bridle or braided into his hair.
Ellsa dresses him in an unbleached linen cover painted with blue flax flowers for tournament or parade finery
Room description:
Thick lengths of cloth are draped over the windows, blocking out any natural light. A weak candle burns on the table, casting faint light over the cluttered surface. Opened books, bits of paper, tufts of dried plants, and all sorts of other debris are cast about the room. Altogether, the small and messy room gives the impression of a burrow or the den of some sort of small animal.
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Post by Rikku on Feb 3, 2010 2:48:39 GMT -5
Name and title*: Bartholomew Burns
Knight colour*: Verdigris (not yet) - and it's irrelevant now! <3 YAAAY.
Title*:
Age: 45
Height: 6’2
Complexion: Tanned in summer
Eyes: Left eye greyish-green, right eye greenish-grey
Hair: Short, more grey than brown
Build: Deep-chested, lean and muscular.
Description*: Burns wears nondescript shades of cream, brown and green. He has an honest sort of face, which generally makes people either trust him or distrust him on sight. He wears leather fingerless gloves, which serve a dual purpose – they protect his palms from sword calluses, and hide the ‘T’ brand on his right hand, from one of the times when he was caught. His mismatched eyes aren’t really noticeable unless you look closely.
Burns is generally cheerful and light-hearted. He likes talking to people, and people in general. He’s good at early mornings and bad at late nights. He has something of a sweet tooth. He doesn’t care much for horses, and really doesn’t care for fire. At all.
He wants to do well, and he means to do well, but he slips up on occasion. Something of a superiority complex, and he still finds his hand wandering towards purses if he’s not careful.
Never call him Bartholomew.
History: Burns was formerly known as ‘the Grey Blade’, with an impressive reputation - seldom caught, seldom seen. His ability to think on his feet (and charm people xD) kept him alive and working a lot longer than most thieves manage, until a couple of years ago, when he was on a thiefing jaunt with his partner in crime, a man by the name of Strike. Strike was lightly wounded, and vengefully set alight to the house of their mark, a magistrate. The magistrate died, along with his wife and ten-year-old daughter. The horror of seeing three people burn to death shook Burns out of his tendency to romanticise his profession, and, somewhat ironically, gave him a terror of fire. He decided that he couldn’t stand by and let people get hurt, not ever again.
His father died a long time ago, but his mother and younger sister are still alive. Burns doesn’t feel all that close to them, or indeed anyone – he never quite got into the habit - but he visits sometimes (awkwardly) and writes every single week. (Quite possibly his letters are thrown on the fire immediately; but he writes them, all the same.) His sister's name is Bridget, Bridge for short. She's the butcher in the little town they grew up in. Woman-butchers aren't all that common, but it's difficult to argue with someone carrying a meat cleaver.
Weapons: A short, light arming sword. He’s had it for most of his career, and is fond of it. He can also wield a bow, though clumsily, and keeps a knife in his boot just in case. Like, y'know, pretty much everyone.
Armour: None
Magic: None
Other: I think that’s everything. Anything I’ve missed, I’ll stick ‘ere later.
Room description: eh.
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Post by Strife on Apr 1, 2010 5:04:13 GMT -5
Name and title*: Blacktail (last name is unknown at this point)
Knight color*: Indigo
Title*: The Blacksmith, The Twin Comet
Age: 18, at the time of his disappearance
Height: 5" 5'
Complexion: Pale
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Jet black, slightly curly, and very long. He keeps most of it tied up in a thick, massive ponytail that stretches down to his waist - hence his name. He also has a goatee of the same color that has two golden, vertical streaks.
Build: Slim, especially compared to the weapons he builds and uses.
Description*: Blacktail is introverted and prefers to work and travel by himself. He gets a little uneasy in big crowds, but he does enjoy occasional company and will glady strike up his own conversations. He never snaps or loses his cool, even under intense stress, though if he's pushed far enough to the edge, he will try to get away from everyone and spend some time alone.
Despite his slender appearance, Blacktail is very mobile when wearing armor or holding weapons, though part of this benefit can be attributed to the lightweight metals that he crafts his equipment with. He has exceptionally high jumping ability and will strike from the air whenever possible.
History: Blacktail spent most of his life surrounded by farmland, but his interest in weaponry and armor eventually led him to move to the heart of Dunburrow. It was here that he made a living by building and repairing equipment as a blacksmith. In time, he would learn how to enchant his creations with magic and alchemy to increase their strength, although his abilities in this field were somewhat limited due to his lack of affinity with the arcane.
When Blacktail finally started practicing combat with his weapons, he was clumsy at first, but after joining the color guard and learning some valueble basic techniques, he developed a deadly mix of speed and raw power with his strikes. With these skills in hand, he longer had to rely on others to obtain the metals he needed for blacksmithing, and he embarked on his own journeys to acquire them.
Some time before the events of the first Guild Wars, Blacktail went missing after leaving the kingdom on one of his routine travels. Efforts were made to search for him, but he was never found again and presumed dead.
Weapons: Being a blacksmith, Blacktail's weapons are as varied as the clouds in the sky. In most cases, though, he prefers to dual-wield swords, which he sheathes on his back in an X shape. Blacktail acknowledges the weaknesses of one-handed blades and makes up for it by using two of them at once. He is, perhaps, the only knight to do this on a regular basis.
Armor: Blacktail's choice of armor is just as varied, but more often than not, he prefers thicker armor on his legs and arms to allow himself to jump and climb better. He also wears helmets frequently, and will cut holes in the back of them where he can fit his massive ponytail through.
Magic: Blacktail's main weakness. He can't seem to learn it, and he has a difficult time defending himself against magic spells, especially if he can't dodge them naturally or his equipment can't block them.
Other: When Blacktail first joined the color guard, he had a bit of a lighthearted dispute with Lady Ikkin over his color of choice. Their two colors, Blue and Indigo, had seemingly gotten mixed up, but Blacktail eventually settled with Indigo.
Room description: Having been missing for a few years, and having kept most of his belongings in his armory, Blacktail's room is as bare as the day he acquired it.
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