Mex
Sept 6, 2009 3:31:42 GMT -6
Post by Mex on Sept 6, 2009 3:31:42 GMT -6
Well as the psychic person said my char is..
Name: Mex
Class: Nomad - > Ranger
Hair Color: A dark maroon type color.
Eye Color: Light blue
Age: 19
Appearance: Mex has a mid-tone beige skin color. He is 5'7'', and weighs around 135 pounds. He has long hair, and can almost always be seen wearing his dark blueish-purple bandana. He also has a quiver held onto his back by a leather strap. He also has very soft eyes.
Clothes: He wears very light clothing, as to not slow his horse. His tunic is a similar color to his bandana. All of his clothing is made of cloth, including his boots.
Born in: Sacae
Story: Mex was born into a small nomadic tribe. His father, Thom, was a respected member of the tribe, until once while following his advice they fell right into a trap set up by brigands. Although skilled warriors, the tribe was outnumbered and suffered heavy losses, Including Mex's mother. After this event, Mex's father had lost the respect of the tribe, and his word was no longer trusted. Losing the respect of the tribe as well as the loss of his wife, Thom left the tribe. Mex, who was left in the care of the only person in the tribe to forgive Thom (Her name was Claudia), was 10 at this point. He began to learn the basics of horseback, and as time progressed he began learning archery. The day before his 16 birthday, he overheard Claudia talking to the leader of the tribe.
Claudia:
"We have recieved word of Thom from a man named Errol, who has just arrived here. He is not far from here, about a 2 day's ride north-east at a mountain range. It seems he was in search of us, but was captured by a group of brigands."
Tribe Leader:
"He abandoned us, after all he put us through! I feel no pity for him. Captured by brigands, huh? Sounds fair to me."
Claudia:
"How can you have no compassion?! Yes, he made a mistake, but is it not true he apologized countless times?"
Tribe Leader:
"For a fool who lead us straight into danger, you ask me for compassion? You may think I am cold-hearted, but I have lost many good comrades due to his poor judgment in the past. Why should I risk even more lives to save the fool who has obviously not learned his lesson?"
Claudia:
"...
..."
Tribe Leader:
"Speechless? Maybe now you see the logic behind my ways"
After hearing this conversation, Mex was unable to control his anger and let out a loud war-cry. Claudia quickly figured out what had happened, but it was too late. Mex had already jumped onto his horse and began the 2 day ride. He did not know the exact location, but he knew the direction, and that was enough for him.
2 days had passed, and Mex finally realized the error of his ways. This mountain range was enormous, and he was unable to locate his father right away as he had planned, so he kept searching.
After a week straight of searching with minimal rest, Mex's body was in very poor condition, as he had not eaten very much. Due to his condition, he fainted from exhaustion.
???:
"There his is! Hurry, get him some water!"
Mex's eyes began to open, and he slowly but surely was able to identify the faces of those of his tribe. Claudia was over him, holding a damp piece of cloth onto his forhead.
Claudia:
"Mex! Oh thank goodness you're awake. I wasn't sure if you'd ever come back to us."
Mex:
"My father! What news is there of him?"
Claudia:
"...
..."
Mex:
"Will someone tell me?! What news is there of my father!"
Tribe Leader:
"Mex, you were unconscious for many weeks. Many events have taken place, but you need not worry about that right now. You must focus on fully recovering, and then you will be told all that you wish"
Mex:
"I am fine!! Tell me what has taken place, or I swear I shall drown you all in in your own blood!"
Claudia:
"...
...
Tell him Leader, he has the right to know"
Tribe Leader:
"If you think now is the right time for him to know, then you tell him yourself."
Claudia:
"Fine, I shall. Mex, you left a day before your 16 birthday. We found you A week and 2 days after you left, your body broken. You were unresponsive, and we feared it was too late. Luckily you had not passed yet, and one of our Troubadours was able to keep you alive while we fed and watered you, and nursed you back to health. We knew the process of bringing you back to consciousness could take a very long time, and so we set up a small base camp near the mountain range your father was said to be held at. After about a week, we were attacked by brigands. Luckily, it was only a small patrol group, and they were all easily defeated. The Leader told us we were not to look for your father. Many of us disregarded this, and went in search anyway... We.. Found your father..."
Mex:
"You found him!? Let me talk with him! I have so many questi--"
Claudia:
"He was dead, Mex!"
Mex:
"...
..."
Claudia:
"He had been slain, all of his weapons and gold taken from him. All that was left on him was this medallion, which we believe was left behind by the Brigands' Leader.
Mex:
" If only I had found him, I could have helped him.."
Claudia:
"No, do not begin thinking like that. There was nothing any of us could have--"
Mex:
"Yes! There is someone.."
Mex draws his bow and aims at the Leader of the tribe.
Mex:
"You could have stopped this! You knew the location, but you refused to send aid. This is your doing, all of it."
With those words, Mex shot an arrow at the Leader. The leader, being a highly trained swordmaster, dodged the poorly shot arrow.
Tribe Leader:
"It may be my fault that your father was slain, but can you hate me for it? Imagine how many lives would have been lost if we had gone to save him. Your father made his decision to leave the tribe, and thus sealed his fate. Now, although you assaulted me, I am willing to forgive you and allow you to continue traveling with us, otherwise you must leave.
Mex:
"Stay? In a tribe that practically killed my father? I think not"
Mex then left the tribe, ignoring the voice of Claudia telling him not to go. He trained himself more and more in the art of the bow, as well as horseback, and is determined to get revenge.
Name: Mex
Class: Nomad - > Ranger
Hair Color: A dark maroon type color.
Eye Color: Light blue
Age: 19
Appearance: Mex has a mid-tone beige skin color. He is 5'7'', and weighs around 135 pounds. He has long hair, and can almost always be seen wearing his dark blueish-purple bandana. He also has a quiver held onto his back by a leather strap. He also has very soft eyes.
Clothes: He wears very light clothing, as to not slow his horse. His tunic is a similar color to his bandana. All of his clothing is made of cloth, including his boots.
Born in: Sacae
Story: Mex was born into a small nomadic tribe. His father, Thom, was a respected member of the tribe, until once while following his advice they fell right into a trap set up by brigands. Although skilled warriors, the tribe was outnumbered and suffered heavy losses, Including Mex's mother. After this event, Mex's father had lost the respect of the tribe, and his word was no longer trusted. Losing the respect of the tribe as well as the loss of his wife, Thom left the tribe. Mex, who was left in the care of the only person in the tribe to forgive Thom (Her name was Claudia), was 10 at this point. He began to learn the basics of horseback, and as time progressed he began learning archery. The day before his 16 birthday, he overheard Claudia talking to the leader of the tribe.
Claudia:
"We have recieved word of Thom from a man named Errol, who has just arrived here. He is not far from here, about a 2 day's ride north-east at a mountain range. It seems he was in search of us, but was captured by a group of brigands."
Tribe Leader:
"He abandoned us, after all he put us through! I feel no pity for him. Captured by brigands, huh? Sounds fair to me."
Claudia:
"How can you have no compassion?! Yes, he made a mistake, but is it not true he apologized countless times?"
Tribe Leader:
"For a fool who lead us straight into danger, you ask me for compassion? You may think I am cold-hearted, but I have lost many good comrades due to his poor judgment in the past. Why should I risk even more lives to save the fool who has obviously not learned his lesson?"
Claudia:
"...
..."
Tribe Leader:
"Speechless? Maybe now you see the logic behind my ways"
After hearing this conversation, Mex was unable to control his anger and let out a loud war-cry. Claudia quickly figured out what had happened, but it was too late. Mex had already jumped onto his horse and began the 2 day ride. He did not know the exact location, but he knew the direction, and that was enough for him.
2 days had passed, and Mex finally realized the error of his ways. This mountain range was enormous, and he was unable to locate his father right away as he had planned, so he kept searching.
After a week straight of searching with minimal rest, Mex's body was in very poor condition, as he had not eaten very much. Due to his condition, he fainted from exhaustion.
???:
"There his is! Hurry, get him some water!"
Mex's eyes began to open, and he slowly but surely was able to identify the faces of those of his tribe. Claudia was over him, holding a damp piece of cloth onto his forhead.
Claudia:
"Mex! Oh thank goodness you're awake. I wasn't sure if you'd ever come back to us."
Mex:
"My father! What news is there of him?"
Claudia:
"...
..."
Mex:
"Will someone tell me?! What news is there of my father!"
Tribe Leader:
"Mex, you were unconscious for many weeks. Many events have taken place, but you need not worry about that right now. You must focus on fully recovering, and then you will be told all that you wish"
Mex:
"I am fine!! Tell me what has taken place, or I swear I shall drown you all in in your own blood!"
Claudia:
"...
...
Tell him Leader, he has the right to know"
Tribe Leader:
"If you think now is the right time for him to know, then you tell him yourself."
Claudia:
"Fine, I shall. Mex, you left a day before your 16 birthday. We found you A week and 2 days after you left, your body broken. You were unresponsive, and we feared it was too late. Luckily you had not passed yet, and one of our Troubadours was able to keep you alive while we fed and watered you, and nursed you back to health. We knew the process of bringing you back to consciousness could take a very long time, and so we set up a small base camp near the mountain range your father was said to be held at. After about a week, we were attacked by brigands. Luckily, it was only a small patrol group, and they were all easily defeated. The Leader told us we were not to look for your father. Many of us disregarded this, and went in search anyway... We.. Found your father..."
Mex:
"You found him!? Let me talk with him! I have so many questi--"
Claudia:
"He was dead, Mex!"
Mex:
"...
..."
Claudia:
"He had been slain, all of his weapons and gold taken from him. All that was left on him was this medallion, which we believe was left behind by the Brigands' Leader.
Mex:
" If only I had found him, I could have helped him.."
Claudia:
"No, do not begin thinking like that. There was nothing any of us could have--"
Mex:
"Yes! There is someone.."
Mex draws his bow and aims at the Leader of the tribe.
Mex:
"You could have stopped this! You knew the location, but you refused to send aid. This is your doing, all of it."
With those words, Mex shot an arrow at the Leader. The leader, being a highly trained swordmaster, dodged the poorly shot arrow.
Tribe Leader:
"It may be my fault that your father was slain, but can you hate me for it? Imagine how many lives would have been lost if we had gone to save him. Your father made his decision to leave the tribe, and thus sealed his fate. Now, although you assaulted me, I am willing to forgive you and allow you to continue traveling with us, otherwise you must leave.
Mex:
"Stay? In a tribe that practically killed my father? I think not"
Mex then left the tribe, ignoring the voice of Claudia telling him not to go. He trained himself more and more in the art of the bow, as well as horseback, and is determined to get revenge.