Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2012 17:30:39 GMT -5
Name: Delliks
Race: Human with a hint of something else he got from his grandmother.
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 6'-0" 185lbs
Age: 31
Class: Warrior
Weaknesses/Fears: He refuse to draw his blade for his own desires, sworn by oath not to. He is afraid of the many things, heights, creatures, battle, etc. but not deathly afraid, and most times he has no problem facing these fears.
Weapons/Magic: He carries his grandmother's broadsword, which he is very good at using. However he keeps a dark secret, and it is because of that secret that he made an oath. An oath in which he will never draw his blade for himself, but only for others. As for magic, the blood of his grandmother and grandfather fills his veins, and with that comes powers that he and his family do not understand, often being able see what will happen before it does. This is one of the things that made him and his father and grandmother so viscous in battle.
Description: Delliks has short blonde hair and a blonde goatee on his chin. The rest of his facial hair is kept clean shaven. He wears a solid bar earring in his left ear and a silver chain necklace. Delliks wears a leather coat that can protect him from the ever changing weather. He wears clothes similar to the middle classes clothing. Nothing special. He has some mercenary gear as well.
Personality: His face always seems to have the expression of calm, cool, and collected. Even in battle. He tends to be light hearted and say what he has on his mind, often getting him in trouble. He likes to joke and that also gets him into a conflict or two. Delliks has a high sense of honor. He was raised up to be a servant to the people, and a servant he was, for a price anyway. He tries to do the right thing and live up to the great stories he was told as a child, this often contributes to how he can get along with many people, but he doesn't mind if he doesn't make friends either. He also can do seem a bit shallow, only doing what he came to do and then leaving, sort of something that rubs off on you when you are a mercenary. He is more of a free spirit to explain things simply.
Location: Core
History: Delliks was born in a small mercenary camp in the Core wilderness. Although the kingdom is at peace and unity, the wilderness bears a different story. Bandits, rouges, and thieves are always a threat to the small forest and mountain villages. His grandmother's legion of mercenaries were often hired and so Delliks was raised up to be a fighter. Taught by his grandmother Fran, and his father. His mother taught him the basics of healing and herbal medicine so he could heal himself even in the deepest parts of the wilderness. He grew up listening and gawking at the heroic stories of his grandfather Namesiwa and as a young man went out with his grandmother and father on even the most dangerous jobs. Delliks did what every other mercenary did, fight to live, and a simple and humbling life it was. When he decided he wanted to venture to Avaleur, his father was too deep into the legion, a leader and a mentor, he couldn't go, but Delliks could. And so he did. He took his share of the last job and instead of buying food, he skipped the next few meals to buy a ride to Avaleur.
Race: Human with a hint of something else he got from his grandmother.
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 6'-0" 185lbs
Age: 31
Class: Warrior
Weaknesses/Fears: He refuse to draw his blade for his own desires, sworn by oath not to. He is afraid of the many things, heights, creatures, battle, etc. but not deathly afraid, and most times he has no problem facing these fears.
Weapons/Magic: He carries his grandmother's broadsword, which he is very good at using. However he keeps a dark secret, and it is because of that secret that he made an oath. An oath in which he will never draw his blade for himself, but only for others. As for magic, the blood of his grandmother and grandfather fills his veins, and with that comes powers that he and his family do not understand, often being able see what will happen before it does. This is one of the things that made him and his father and grandmother so viscous in battle.
Description: Delliks has short blonde hair and a blonde goatee on his chin. The rest of his facial hair is kept clean shaven. He wears a solid bar earring in his left ear and a silver chain necklace. Delliks wears a leather coat that can protect him from the ever changing weather. He wears clothes similar to the middle classes clothing. Nothing special. He has some mercenary gear as well.
Personality: His face always seems to have the expression of calm, cool, and collected. Even in battle. He tends to be light hearted and say what he has on his mind, often getting him in trouble. He likes to joke and that also gets him into a conflict or two. Delliks has a high sense of honor. He was raised up to be a servant to the people, and a servant he was, for a price anyway. He tries to do the right thing and live up to the great stories he was told as a child, this often contributes to how he can get along with many people, but he doesn't mind if he doesn't make friends either. He also can do seem a bit shallow, only doing what he came to do and then leaving, sort of something that rubs off on you when you are a mercenary. He is more of a free spirit to explain things simply.
Location: Core
History: Delliks was born in a small mercenary camp in the Core wilderness. Although the kingdom is at peace and unity, the wilderness bears a different story. Bandits, rouges, and thieves are always a threat to the small forest and mountain villages. His grandmother's legion of mercenaries were often hired and so Delliks was raised up to be a fighter. Taught by his grandmother Fran, and his father. His mother taught him the basics of healing and herbal medicine so he could heal himself even in the deepest parts of the wilderness. He grew up listening and gawking at the heroic stories of his grandfather Namesiwa and as a young man went out with his grandmother and father on even the most dangerous jobs. Delliks did what every other mercenary did, fight to live, and a simple and humbling life it was. When he decided he wanted to venture to Avaleur, his father was too deep into the legion, a leader and a mentor, he couldn't go, but Delliks could. And so he did. He took his share of the last job and instead of buying food, he skipped the next few meals to buy a ride to Avaleur.
