Alphonse Zsoldos (Post Time Skip)
May 17, 2009 22:38:58 GMT -6
Post by Alphonse on May 17, 2009 22:38:58 GMT -6
Name: Alphonse Zsoldos
Class: Priest ⇒ Bishop
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Age: 27
Appearance: Alphonse is a very broad man despite being quite weak and has white skin with a very slight tan. He has longish, straight hair. His hair covers most of his ears and in the front it’s brushed to the side exposing his forehead. He has no visual birthmarks and scares. He weighs about 155 pounds and is 5 feet 11 inches tall, just shy of 6 feet. He keeps fairly clean except for his hands, of which he is obsessed with keeping clean. The only visually dirty part of him is his boots, which are oddly only rarely clean
Clothes: He wears the uniform of usual priests: a white shirt with light blue pants and a white and blue robe with a cloak slung around his right shoulder. He wears grayish boots but they are usually browner because he never keeps them clean.
Born in: Etruria near the border of Ilia.
Story: Alphonse was born in a cabin up in the mountains near the Etrurian/Ilian border in Etruria along with his sister Trisha. Their father was a mercenary from Ilia and their mother was a cleric born and raised in Delfia. By the ages of 5 both Alphonse and Trisha were being taught the ways be their corresponding parents: Trisha was being taught the ways of the cleric by her mom and Alphonse that of the mercenary by his dad. After they started teaching Alphonse and Trisha they got farther apart, but as they were getting farther apart the opposite was happening to Alphonse and Trisha; they were getting closer. They didn’t have any neighbors or any other children around but they were still happy just with each other. They would talk through the nights with each other, telling stories, giving their opinions about their parents, and talking about the outside world. By the age of 10, Alphonse was tired of learning the way of the mercenary; he had no interest in swords or being a “killer for hire.” As he talked with sister that night, he found that his sister too had no interest in magic or being a cleric. As they talked on through that night hey both came up with a clever idea: after each of their training sessions they would teach each other what they had learned, Trisha would become a mercenary and Alphonse would become a priest.
By the age of 15, both Alphonse and Trisha were able to get away with teaching each other the way of their classes. Alphonse had become a rather decent priest, but still needed more training. Trisha had become an excellent mercenary, she was very good with a sword and when she fought she seemed to be the coldest person to Alphonse rather than the friendly way she usually is. Alphonse was pleased with his life, but felt that he needed to move on to other things, more specifically, more training. The night before he was going to leave he told his sister of his plans. She was devastated, she wanted him to stay with her until she left and then they could travel together. She pleaded, but Alphonse was set on going, saying that they should go their own ways. His sister slapped-or rather punched, very hard-his face and stormed off into their room and locked the door. Alphonse left the house and stood in front of it looking up into the dark and gloomy clouds above. Strings and light flashed in the clouds, great symphonies of darkness crackled each time the light flashed. Suddenly there was a great explosion behind him and he was thrown several feet. For how long he was lying in the dirt for. He finally lifted head to see his house consumed in flames. At the sight of such a thing he could only think of one person: his sister. Jumped up onto his feet and ran into the scorching flames. He could feel his clothing start to burn, his skin start to melt, but he continued on into the flames. He saw his sister lying just outside their room, knocked out cold. He called for her but she wouldn’t wake. As he was walking towards her a blistered support beam fell onto to his back. He tried to call out to Trisha, be he was out of breath. His head fell onto the burning rubble and waited to die.
He woke up on the back of a horse, trotting slowly on a dirt road. He looked to see a cloaked woman riding the horse. His head fell back down and he fell asleep. The woman was a troubadour that was passing trough a pass and saw the smoke from the burning house. After saving Alphonse from the burning wreckage he continued on to Delfia. After Alphonse had fully woken up she stopped at the edge of the trail and tended to his wounds. Alphonse asked about Trisha but the troubadour said she had not seen her. They continued onto Delfia. and dropped Alphonse off there, telling him he could continue his training in Delfia. And so Alphonse did so, training hard to become a priest for 12 long years. He struggled with using more powerful magic than he had learned, and slowly but surely he succeeded in becoming a priest. He would of stayed in Delfia, if it were not for the zealotry that this "prophet" was spreading, though it is all over Etruria, he wanted to at least leave the center of it all. Now his main goal in life is to find his sister and after such his parents. But for now he travels across Etruria, drinking away the days, waiting for some sign, some whisper, of his sister.
(Zsoldos is pronounced the way it looks, the "zs" is pronounced like the "s" in "vision.")
Class: Priest ⇒ Bishop
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Age: 27
Appearance: Alphonse is a very broad man despite being quite weak and has white skin with a very slight tan. He has longish, straight hair. His hair covers most of his ears and in the front it’s brushed to the side exposing his forehead. He has no visual birthmarks and scares. He weighs about 155 pounds and is 5 feet 11 inches tall, just shy of 6 feet. He keeps fairly clean except for his hands, of which he is obsessed with keeping clean. The only visually dirty part of him is his boots, which are oddly only rarely clean
Clothes: He wears the uniform of usual priests: a white shirt with light blue pants and a white and blue robe with a cloak slung around his right shoulder. He wears grayish boots but they are usually browner because he never keeps them clean.
Born in: Etruria near the border of Ilia.
Story: Alphonse was born in a cabin up in the mountains near the Etrurian/Ilian border in Etruria along with his sister Trisha. Their father was a mercenary from Ilia and their mother was a cleric born and raised in Delfia. By the ages of 5 both Alphonse and Trisha were being taught the ways be their corresponding parents: Trisha was being taught the ways of the cleric by her mom and Alphonse that of the mercenary by his dad. After they started teaching Alphonse and Trisha they got farther apart, but as they were getting farther apart the opposite was happening to Alphonse and Trisha; they were getting closer. They didn’t have any neighbors or any other children around but they were still happy just with each other. They would talk through the nights with each other, telling stories, giving their opinions about their parents, and talking about the outside world. By the age of 10, Alphonse was tired of learning the way of the mercenary; he had no interest in swords or being a “killer for hire.” As he talked with sister that night, he found that his sister too had no interest in magic or being a cleric. As they talked on through that night hey both came up with a clever idea: after each of their training sessions they would teach each other what they had learned, Trisha would become a mercenary and Alphonse would become a priest.
By the age of 15, both Alphonse and Trisha were able to get away with teaching each other the way of their classes. Alphonse had become a rather decent priest, but still needed more training. Trisha had become an excellent mercenary, she was very good with a sword and when she fought she seemed to be the coldest person to Alphonse rather than the friendly way she usually is. Alphonse was pleased with his life, but felt that he needed to move on to other things, more specifically, more training. The night before he was going to leave he told his sister of his plans. She was devastated, she wanted him to stay with her until she left and then they could travel together. She pleaded, but Alphonse was set on going, saying that they should go their own ways. His sister slapped-or rather punched, very hard-his face and stormed off into their room and locked the door. Alphonse left the house and stood in front of it looking up into the dark and gloomy clouds above. Strings and light flashed in the clouds, great symphonies of darkness crackled each time the light flashed. Suddenly there was a great explosion behind him and he was thrown several feet. For how long he was lying in the dirt for. He finally lifted head to see his house consumed in flames. At the sight of such a thing he could only think of one person: his sister. Jumped up onto his feet and ran into the scorching flames. He could feel his clothing start to burn, his skin start to melt, but he continued on into the flames. He saw his sister lying just outside their room, knocked out cold. He called for her but she wouldn’t wake. As he was walking towards her a blistered support beam fell onto to his back. He tried to call out to Trisha, be he was out of breath. His head fell onto the burning rubble and waited to die.
He woke up on the back of a horse, trotting slowly on a dirt road. He looked to see a cloaked woman riding the horse. His head fell back down and he fell asleep. The woman was a troubadour that was passing trough a pass and saw the smoke from the burning house. After saving Alphonse from the burning wreckage he continued on to Delfia. After Alphonse had fully woken up she stopped at the edge of the trail and tended to his wounds. Alphonse asked about Trisha but the troubadour said she had not seen her. They continued onto Delfia. and dropped Alphonse off there, telling him he could continue his training in Delfia. And so Alphonse did so, training hard to become a priest for 12 long years. He struggled with using more powerful magic than he had learned, and slowly but surely he succeeded in becoming a priest. He would of stayed in Delfia, if it were not for the zealotry that this "prophet" was spreading, though it is all over Etruria, he wanted to at least leave the center of it all. Now his main goal in life is to find his sister and after such his parents. But for now he travels across Etruria, drinking away the days, waiting for some sign, some whisper, of his sister.
(Zsoldos is pronounced the way it looks, the "zs" is pronounced like the "s" in "vision.")
