Aaron Winsett
Jul 20, 2009 11:41:50 GMT -6
Post by Aaron Winsett on Jul 20, 2009 11:41:50 GMT -6
Name: Aaron Winsett
Class: Mage > Sage (anima/light)
Hair Color: Dark Green
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Age: 18
Appearance/Personality: Stands at around 5'11" and has the build of a rapier. His wiry appearance belies the strength he gained doing work outdoors for his family. Stands with a casual air and confidence (sometimes unwarranted) at the same time. This confidence is balanced by his natural caution. A bit prideful and vain at times, but never scornful.
Clothes: A dark grey Tunic with a lighter colored pauldron on his right shoulder.
Black trousers with brown leather boots turned down at the knee.
A rough navy cloak goes over all.
Born In: Lycia, north of Ryerde
Story:
Aaron Winsett grew up just north of Ryerde. As the son of a talented woodworker father and a scholarly mother, he had many opportunities ahead of him. He was taught to read, write, and do his maths by his parents. As he grew older he also learned history and woodcraft, but his true interest was given to things arcane.
After his Thirteenth Birthday his parents sent him off to Grandfather Barek, in Kathelet, for mage training. Barek was a friendly old man who liked to laugh. He was also an excellent teacher.
Aaron's training was filled with physical labor and long hikes as well as private lessons from Barek. The labor kept Aaron in prime condition. The old man would frequently quiz Aaron about the things he was being taught.
After five years of being apprenticed to his grandfather,they had become fast friends. Barek now sent him out on a new mission...
"Until you get more advanced," the elderly man said,"I have no more to teach you."
Aaron was a little disturbed. "What? You have no more to teach me?"
"No, I have more to teach you, but if you don't step out on your own you'll never gain the strength to be a great mage. Go and travel the lands, meet other mages and people. This is merely another way to learn."
Aaron understood. He had to stand on his own two feet if he was to truly achieve excellence.
"I understand Grandfather. I'll return when I'm stronger."
"Before you go... I have something for you. Here,"said the old mage," it's a bit of a family heirloom."
He held out a shining steel pauldron.
"I wore that when I traveled the lands. It should get some more use."
"I'll wear it proudly. Thanks." Aaron was Sincere. This was a man he owed alot to.
Aaron returned home, to northern Ryerde for a season before buckling on his shoulder piece, throwing on his cloak and tramping west. He wanted to go visit some memories from when he and his father went camping...
Class: Mage > Sage (anima/light)
Hair Color: Dark Green
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Age: 18
Appearance/Personality: Stands at around 5'11" and has the build of a rapier. His wiry appearance belies the strength he gained doing work outdoors for his family. Stands with a casual air and confidence (sometimes unwarranted) at the same time. This confidence is balanced by his natural caution. A bit prideful and vain at times, but never scornful.
Clothes: A dark grey Tunic with a lighter colored pauldron on his right shoulder.
Black trousers with brown leather boots turned down at the knee.
A rough navy cloak goes over all.
Born In: Lycia, north of Ryerde
Story:
Aaron Winsett grew up just north of Ryerde. As the son of a talented woodworker father and a scholarly mother, he had many opportunities ahead of him. He was taught to read, write, and do his maths by his parents. As he grew older he also learned history and woodcraft, but his true interest was given to things arcane.
After his Thirteenth Birthday his parents sent him off to Grandfather Barek, in Kathelet, for mage training. Barek was a friendly old man who liked to laugh. He was also an excellent teacher.
Aaron's training was filled with physical labor and long hikes as well as private lessons from Barek. The labor kept Aaron in prime condition. The old man would frequently quiz Aaron about the things he was being taught.
After five years of being apprenticed to his grandfather,they had become fast friends. Barek now sent him out on a new mission...
"Until you get more advanced," the elderly man said,"I have no more to teach you."
Aaron was a little disturbed. "What? You have no more to teach me?"
"No, I have more to teach you, but if you don't step out on your own you'll never gain the strength to be a great mage. Go and travel the lands, meet other mages and people. This is merely another way to learn."
Aaron understood. He had to stand on his own two feet if he was to truly achieve excellence.
"I understand Grandfather. I'll return when I'm stronger."
"Before you go... I have something for you. Here,"said the old mage," it's a bit of a family heirloom."
He held out a shining steel pauldron.
"I wore that when I traveled the lands. It should get some more use."
"I'll wear it proudly. Thanks." Aaron was Sincere. This was a man he owed alot to.
Aaron returned home, to northern Ryerde for a season before buckling on his shoulder piece, throwing on his cloak and tramping west. He wanted to go visit some memories from when he and his father went camping...
