Post by Akyre on Apr 6, 2007 11:26:34 GMT -5
Character’s name: Helvellyn
Gender: Male
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position: Private
Personality: Quiet, can be somewhat grumpy at times, tries not to show his anger. Mutters to himself at times. Likes to be alone. Strong minded.
Appearance: Old, tired, rather ill. Has scar/cut on left shoulder due to a hawk/eagle attack. Has lost the "red" in his coat, slowly turning dull, to black.
History: Has seen his fair share of fights and battles against the lights. Served in the front line, could be why he is like he is today.
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He was convinced by his father to fight only after his only brother was captured by the lights, and never returned. His hatred soon began to grow, which was helped by his agressive father. His mother, was the only one that kept him "sane".
Once he joined, he was ready for the fight. However, a few weeks later, on hisreturn home, he found his father dead, mother had fled somewhere else, filled with anger and rage, he set off on a quest to defeat the lights.
Picture: i124.photobucket.com/albums/p34/helloworld228/115-1536_IMG.jpg
IC:
The wind blew gently agaisnt the ever darkening fur of the lone red fox that seemed to follow in its wake. Nose, still twitching for the scent that it thrived on...
Eyes, seen many moons and suns, orange like the new dawn, still wanted to see the last day of this dispute.
Ears swiveled in every direction, picking up the howls, calls, yipps and whelps of his ever lasting army - The Darks.
Stopping, he sat down. The cut of his shoulder made by a lone hawk swooping from the very sky above.
It annoyed him greatly that it disabled him in one form or another...
Gender: Male
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position: Private
Personality: Quiet, can be somewhat grumpy at times, tries not to show his anger. Mutters to himself at times. Likes to be alone. Strong minded.
Appearance: Old, tired, rather ill. Has scar/cut on left shoulder due to a hawk/eagle attack. Has lost the "red" in his coat, slowly turning dull, to black.
History: Has seen his fair share of fights and battles against the lights. Served in the front line, could be why he is like he is today.
---
He was convinced by his father to fight only after his only brother was captured by the lights, and never returned. His hatred soon began to grow, which was helped by his agressive father. His mother, was the only one that kept him "sane".
Once he joined, he was ready for the fight. However, a few weeks later, on hisreturn home, he found his father dead, mother had fled somewhere else, filled with anger and rage, he set off on a quest to defeat the lights.
Picture: i124.photobucket.com/albums/p34/helloworld228/115-1536_IMG.jpg
IC:
The wind blew gently agaisnt the ever darkening fur of the lone red fox that seemed to follow in its wake. Nose, still twitching for the scent that it thrived on...
Eyes, seen many moons and suns, orange like the new dawn, still wanted to see the last day of this dispute.
Ears swiveled in every direction, picking up the howls, calls, yipps and whelps of his ever lasting army - The Darks.
Stopping, he sat down. The cut of his shoulder made by a lone hawk swooping from the very sky above.
It annoyed him greatly that it disabled him in one form or another...
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