Post by Kvothe Ryn Valerian on May 7, 2012 19:38:46 GMT -5
Let's Start With The Basics
Name: Kvothe Valerian (Pronounced 'Quoth', and Vah-Ler-EE-an
Nicknames: Ryn (Pronounced 'Rin')
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Class: Swordsman, Archer. Swordsman is Major, Archer Minor. Swordsman 80, Archer 20.
Job: Wandering Mercenary, Playing his lute.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Appearance:
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Brown.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180
Clothing Style: Long coats, simple shirts, cloth pants
Distinguishing features: Medium length hair, Vibrant eyes, scar running down his forearm.
Play by: What does this mean, exactly?
On The Inside
Likes: (At least 5) Playing the lute, Archery, Drinking, Fencing, parties, girls.
Dislikes: (At least 5) Scam artists, liars, bad royalty, unattractive girls, people who don't pay there dues.
Strengths: (At least 3) Swordsmanship, Archery, Sneaking.
Weaknesses: (At least 3) Takes up causes, sometimes rude, kills people without thinking.
Fears: (At least 3) Prisoners breaking out of the prison on the other island, Death, killing someone good.
Hopes and Dreams: To get enough money to become a land baron. Wishes to keep playing his Lute.
The Past
Family: A sister in Belisaere, and another sister back in Westerwell.
History: Kvothe was born in the town of Westerwell, to two parents. His father was a hunter, and his mother an Innkeeper at the Barred Mare, near the center of town. When he was 6, his father started to teach him how to hunt animals, and by the age of 12, he was an excellent marksman, and could survive in the woods very well. His father then started, along with the local sheriff, to teach him fencing, and fighting, with swords and short knives. He learned well, and by the time he was 16, was sent off to live in the world. He went to Belisaere, where his sister had lived for a few years, and lived with her until he was 18. He took a job in the local Militia, but found they didn't pay enough, and so left, and started to learn to play the lute in the Inn there, named the Shield and Arrow, and kept a job there, living through multiple girlfriends and off tips until he was 21, when he was hired to work in an army that was due to go off the island of Prisoners to deal with a large riot, that was starting to build ships. He proved his worth there, saving the Company Commander, named Sal'eon, and cut down around a score of prisoners in the fight. He was a mercenary for hire for the next few years, going from job to job, but since the kingdom was fairly peaceful, a lot of the work was intermittent. He played lute to fill out the paychecks, and was in multiple troupes. He's currently wandering through the capital of Belisaere, going from Tavern to Tavern, looking for work, and playing his lute.
(OOC: I understand, It's not a very good history, and it's pretty un-detailed, but this is a WIP. This is just the foundation. Though it would be nice if I could get accepted, and then finish this off later.)
About YOU
What would you like to be called: Mark, or Fel would be fine.
Are you a boy or a girl: Boy.
How long have you been role-playing: 3-4 years.
How did you hear about us: Proboards support forum.
Why are you joining? What caught your eye: I like the name, sounds very promising.
Sample RP post: (200 word min)
Lock was buttoning up his uniform, in his cabin, standing next to his mirror, when a small rap came on the door.
"Who is it?" He said, still buttoning up his shirt, without turning from the mirror.
"Lord Revan is at the bridge sir, we are nearing Alderaan."
Lock didn't answer to the man at the door, and the man left, as Lock could hear the patter of footsteps grow distant. He finished, pulling at the bottom of the uniform torso so that he could get rid of the wrinkles.
He looked up at the mirror, and stared at himself for a minute. He had changed so much since he was on that battleship, going from a fairly inexperienced young midshipman, of the Republic no less, to a Sith Admiral. A change like that had to have come from something serious, and it came from his loyalty, he guessed. The Republic had been nice, while he was Naive, at least. but when he was assigned under Lord Revan, everything changed. He seemed to grow older, physically and mentally, as he helped Revan. He was there at Malachor V, and had seen the terrible destruction wrought by the Mandalorians at the battle. He saw the ruination of what seemed to be the whole system at the time. What they did to the Mandalorians was only what needed to be done, and they did it with an efficiency.
But, that was a while ago. He hadn't thought of the battle recently, he mostly thought of how he could better the Empire, the one he had helped bring from nothing.
He scratched his jaw, which had recently been shaved in the refresher he also had in his cabin, and was still amazed that he was only 35. It seemed like it had been a lifetime in the last couple of years. But, he had to get out of this.
He shook his head and straightened his officer's shirt again, and walked to the door. On his way out, he grabbed his hat off the stand, putting it on neatly, and then sharply walking out of the door. The door slid open for him, leaving him in the hallway.
He looked to his right, and saw a steady stream of people go past, as he was near a major hallway near the bridge. His left though, was the short hallway, and then stairs, to the bridge. He turned quickly, and walked over to the stairs, passing the white doors of other officers. One of the lights on the doors was off, and Lock stared at it for a second. He would have to give a citation for that sometime.
He kept walking, and reached the stairs, jumping up them quickly, and he came upon the annex to the bridge. There was a secretary, and four guards there. They all knew him, and gave him a salute, then going back into there customary position. These men weren't Sith troopers though, just guards.
He walked past them, the big heavy bridge doors sliding open for him with a silent hiss, and he walked ion in.
Inside the bridge was a room, fairly large, filled with panels and computers, beeping lowly, with the officers of each station attentive at each, as they had very important jobs on the ship.
In the front of the bridge, staring out the window, was Lord Revan. He seemed to be gazing out into the void of hyperspace.
He and Revan had met a while back, when Revan was only a Jedi knight. He had just gone rogue, but still managed to try and look confident. He thought he was doing the right thing. Lock had talked to Revan, and had become an acquaintance of his. Later, it seemed as if they were even friends, even after one was Sith, and the other was Admiral.
Lock walked up to the side of Revan, without even looking, saying, "We're nearing Alderaan, sir."
Anything else?: I like to help in any way possible, meaning I can help with plot, or advertising or anything. Thanks.
Name: Kvothe Valerian (Pronounced 'Quoth', and Vah-Ler-EE-an
Nicknames: Ryn (Pronounced 'Rin')
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Class: Swordsman, Archer. Swordsman is Major, Archer Minor. Swordsman 80, Archer 20.
Job: Wandering Mercenary, Playing his lute.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Appearance:
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Brown.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180
Clothing Style: Long coats, simple shirts, cloth pants
Distinguishing features: Medium length hair, Vibrant eyes, scar running down his forearm.
Play by: What does this mean, exactly?
On The Inside
Likes: (At least 5) Playing the lute, Archery, Drinking, Fencing, parties, girls.
Dislikes: (At least 5) Scam artists, liars, bad royalty, unattractive girls, people who don't pay there dues.
Strengths: (At least 3) Swordsmanship, Archery, Sneaking.
Weaknesses: (At least 3) Takes up causes, sometimes rude, kills people without thinking.
Fears: (At least 3) Prisoners breaking out of the prison on the other island, Death, killing someone good.
Hopes and Dreams: To get enough money to become a land baron. Wishes to keep playing his Lute.
The Past
Family: A sister in Belisaere, and another sister back in Westerwell.
History: Kvothe was born in the town of Westerwell, to two parents. His father was a hunter, and his mother an Innkeeper at the Barred Mare, near the center of town. When he was 6, his father started to teach him how to hunt animals, and by the age of 12, he was an excellent marksman, and could survive in the woods very well. His father then started, along with the local sheriff, to teach him fencing, and fighting, with swords and short knives. He learned well, and by the time he was 16, was sent off to live in the world. He went to Belisaere, where his sister had lived for a few years, and lived with her until he was 18. He took a job in the local Militia, but found they didn't pay enough, and so left, and started to learn to play the lute in the Inn there, named the Shield and Arrow, and kept a job there, living through multiple girlfriends and off tips until he was 21, when he was hired to work in an army that was due to go off the island of Prisoners to deal with a large riot, that was starting to build ships. He proved his worth there, saving the Company Commander, named Sal'eon, and cut down around a score of prisoners in the fight. He was a mercenary for hire for the next few years, going from job to job, but since the kingdom was fairly peaceful, a lot of the work was intermittent. He played lute to fill out the paychecks, and was in multiple troupes. He's currently wandering through the capital of Belisaere, going from Tavern to Tavern, looking for work, and playing his lute.
(OOC: I understand, It's not a very good history, and it's pretty un-detailed, but this is a WIP. This is just the foundation. Though it would be nice if I could get accepted, and then finish this off later.)
About YOU
What would you like to be called: Mark, or Fel would be fine.
Are you a boy or a girl: Boy.
How long have you been role-playing: 3-4 years.
How did you hear about us: Proboards support forum.
Why are you joining? What caught your eye: I like the name, sounds very promising.
Sample RP post: (200 word min)
Lock was buttoning up his uniform, in his cabin, standing next to his mirror, when a small rap came on the door.
"Who is it?" He said, still buttoning up his shirt, without turning from the mirror.
"Lord Revan is at the bridge sir, we are nearing Alderaan."
Lock didn't answer to the man at the door, and the man left, as Lock could hear the patter of footsteps grow distant. He finished, pulling at the bottom of the uniform torso so that he could get rid of the wrinkles.
He looked up at the mirror, and stared at himself for a minute. He had changed so much since he was on that battleship, going from a fairly inexperienced young midshipman, of the Republic no less, to a Sith Admiral. A change like that had to have come from something serious, and it came from his loyalty, he guessed. The Republic had been nice, while he was Naive, at least. but when he was assigned under Lord Revan, everything changed. He seemed to grow older, physically and mentally, as he helped Revan. He was there at Malachor V, and had seen the terrible destruction wrought by the Mandalorians at the battle. He saw the ruination of what seemed to be the whole system at the time. What they did to the Mandalorians was only what needed to be done, and they did it with an efficiency.
But, that was a while ago. He hadn't thought of the battle recently, he mostly thought of how he could better the Empire, the one he had helped bring from nothing.
He scratched his jaw, which had recently been shaved in the refresher he also had in his cabin, and was still amazed that he was only 35. It seemed like it had been a lifetime in the last couple of years. But, he had to get out of this.
He shook his head and straightened his officer's shirt again, and walked to the door. On his way out, he grabbed his hat off the stand, putting it on neatly, and then sharply walking out of the door. The door slid open for him, leaving him in the hallway.
He looked to his right, and saw a steady stream of people go past, as he was near a major hallway near the bridge. His left though, was the short hallway, and then stairs, to the bridge. He turned quickly, and walked over to the stairs, passing the white doors of other officers. One of the lights on the doors was off, and Lock stared at it for a second. He would have to give a citation for that sometime.
He kept walking, and reached the stairs, jumping up them quickly, and he came upon the annex to the bridge. There was a secretary, and four guards there. They all knew him, and gave him a salute, then going back into there customary position. These men weren't Sith troopers though, just guards.
He walked past them, the big heavy bridge doors sliding open for him with a silent hiss, and he walked ion in.
Inside the bridge was a room, fairly large, filled with panels and computers, beeping lowly, with the officers of each station attentive at each, as they had very important jobs on the ship.
In the front of the bridge, staring out the window, was Lord Revan. He seemed to be gazing out into the void of hyperspace.
He and Revan had met a while back, when Revan was only a Jedi knight. He had just gone rogue, but still managed to try and look confident. He thought he was doing the right thing. Lock had talked to Revan, and had become an acquaintance of his. Later, it seemed as if they were even friends, even after one was Sith, and the other was Admiral.
Lock walked up to the side of Revan, without even looking, saying, "We're nearing Alderaan, sir."
Anything else?: I like to help in any way possible, meaning I can help with plot, or advertising or anything. Thanks.
