Nils Amash
Feb 16, 2013 15:40:05 GMT -6
Post by Nils on Feb 16, 2013 15:40:05 GMT -6
Name: Nils Amash
Class*: Myrmidon --> Swordmaster
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Age: 24
Appearance: Nils is tall and modestly built, with a lithe frame that enhances his ability to be quick and evasive. He often runs from fights, both because he is scared and because he is typically drunk, so his build is important. His legs and arms are long and toned, but with only basic muscular power. As far as physical strength is concerned, Nils is lacking. His face is usually bent in a smile, and his eyes, when they aren't aloof, are a piercing green. Though Nils is typically an asshole, his face wouldn't give that away-- he has the look of a kind, lighthearted man. His hair is usually clean, but that is the extent at which he cares for it. It's loose and hangs down in whatever direction the day warrants.
Clothes: Nils dislikes wearing anything special, so he has chosen a dark red tunic and a brown leather shoulder guard across his left arm, which is his sword arm. He wears tights and leather boots-- simple, modest, and efficient. He has a headband around his head which helps control his profuse sweating around women and his unkempt hair. In his pack he has a large cloak that he uses either to sleep on, or to wear when the rain is heavy. It rarely gets washed.
Born in**: Santaruz, Lycia
Story***: Born to average parents and becoming a part of an average lifestyle, Nils rarely ever had to worry about being fed, taken care of, or needing to work to put food on the table. His parents were prosperous; his mother, kind and clear-headed, ran a shop in the streets of Santaruz, and Nils's father worked as a sellsword from time to time, taking big jobs that paid well enough to buy nice things in short stints of time. In his youth, Nils had a small but close friend group full of bright-minded individuals like himself that did little more but constantly get themselves into trouble. Nils never learned when not to talk, when not to act, and generally caused a disruption wherever he went; however, his mischievousness never resulted in anything more than a scolding or two from guards or from his parents.
As Nils grew up, he began to admire the beauty of Santaruz, became more interested in his schoolwork, his friends, and especially his parents. His father taught him the art of the blade, and his mother taught him basic business (swindling) skills. He and his mother took walks through the city, and he and his father trained in the woods outside of the city on a regular basis. Through his teen years his life was especially prosperous, and Nils had very little to worry about. Though he was awkward around women and still only had a few friends, he had very little to complain about in any respect. His life seemed to be going as well as any other average Lycian.
When Nils turned 18, his father gave him a new blade and his mother baked him a basket of bread. He had friends over and enjoyed himself with his usual antics around the city, and the day seemed to be going well when Nils's mother came to him and said his father had left without a word other than another "contract had been offered," and she indicated her worry to her now-mature son, perhaps suggesting she wanted Nils to tail his father and see what was going on.
Nils told his friends to go home, picked up his sword, and quietly and quickly left the city as the moon rose over the sky. Finding his father not far outside of the city, Nils quickly receded behind a tree, clinging to the shadows. Another man had approached his father, but Nils was unable to hear the words that were being exchanged. His father was handed something, a document of some sort, and the two shook hands and parted ways. As Nils's father turned and walked a few steps, the man he had communed with turned and dashed at him. Nils jumped out from behind the tree and shouted fervently at his father, who turned around right as the blade was at his waist. Nils drew his blade and chased the man who, because of Nils's warning, was only able to slash at his father across the legs.
As Nils got closer, the man turned and ran, leaving Nils's father bloody and on the ground. Nils didn't give chase, and instead bent to help his father. The cut across both of his limbs was deep, and blood was quickly leaving the man's body.
Within the next couple of days, Nils and his mother, as well as local healers, were able to restore the father's heath enough that he didn't die on the night he was attacked. He did, however, lose use of both legs, and was forever unable to walk. When Nils persisted that his father tell him what was going on, why he had been attacked, his father didn't say a word. He became cold towards his son, referring to him as a failure of a boy, a weak man, and useless. He stopped speaking to him, and never looked at him lovingly. Nils didn't give up hammering his father with questions, but in return, the father didn't give up berating his son. Eventually, the emotional instability Nils dealt with drove him to become an asshole and a drunkard. His mother was concerned for him, but also began to be less a part of Nils's life.
As the young man slowly progressed into alcoholism, his parents acknowledged him less and less. Nils never found out what happened to his father, and attempted in various ways to figure it out, and then ignore it. He traveled across the continent, using alcohol and various other pleasure to take his mind off of his misery. His current life situation bred hate, pessimism, cynicism, and a love for all things self-destructive. Though Nils is severely emotionally damaged, his sword skills have not faltered, and he has remained intelligent, fun (when he is drunk), and through everything he has remained afraid of women.
Currently, Nils travels looking for work and desperately searches for someone who can offer more than meager services.
Class*: Myrmidon --> Swordmaster
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Age: 24
Appearance: Nils is tall and modestly built, with a lithe frame that enhances his ability to be quick and evasive. He often runs from fights, both because he is scared and because he is typically drunk, so his build is important. His legs and arms are long and toned, but with only basic muscular power. As far as physical strength is concerned, Nils is lacking. His face is usually bent in a smile, and his eyes, when they aren't aloof, are a piercing green. Though Nils is typically an asshole, his face wouldn't give that away-- he has the look of a kind, lighthearted man. His hair is usually clean, but that is the extent at which he cares for it. It's loose and hangs down in whatever direction the day warrants.
Clothes: Nils dislikes wearing anything special, so he has chosen a dark red tunic and a brown leather shoulder guard across his left arm, which is his sword arm. He wears tights and leather boots-- simple, modest, and efficient. He has a headband around his head which helps control his profuse sweating around women and his unkempt hair. In his pack he has a large cloak that he uses either to sleep on, or to wear when the rain is heavy. It rarely gets washed.
Born in**: Santaruz, Lycia
Story***: Born to average parents and becoming a part of an average lifestyle, Nils rarely ever had to worry about being fed, taken care of, or needing to work to put food on the table. His parents were prosperous; his mother, kind and clear-headed, ran a shop in the streets of Santaruz, and Nils's father worked as a sellsword from time to time, taking big jobs that paid well enough to buy nice things in short stints of time. In his youth, Nils had a small but close friend group full of bright-minded individuals like himself that did little more but constantly get themselves into trouble. Nils never learned when not to talk, when not to act, and generally caused a disruption wherever he went; however, his mischievousness never resulted in anything more than a scolding or two from guards or from his parents.
As Nils grew up, he began to admire the beauty of Santaruz, became more interested in his schoolwork, his friends, and especially his parents. His father taught him the art of the blade, and his mother taught him basic business (swindling) skills. He and his mother took walks through the city, and he and his father trained in the woods outside of the city on a regular basis. Through his teen years his life was especially prosperous, and Nils had very little to worry about. Though he was awkward around women and still only had a few friends, he had very little to complain about in any respect. His life seemed to be going as well as any other average Lycian.
When Nils turned 18, his father gave him a new blade and his mother baked him a basket of bread. He had friends over and enjoyed himself with his usual antics around the city, and the day seemed to be going well when Nils's mother came to him and said his father had left without a word other than another "contract had been offered," and she indicated her worry to her now-mature son, perhaps suggesting she wanted Nils to tail his father and see what was going on.
Nils told his friends to go home, picked up his sword, and quietly and quickly left the city as the moon rose over the sky. Finding his father not far outside of the city, Nils quickly receded behind a tree, clinging to the shadows. Another man had approached his father, but Nils was unable to hear the words that were being exchanged. His father was handed something, a document of some sort, and the two shook hands and parted ways. As Nils's father turned and walked a few steps, the man he had communed with turned and dashed at him. Nils jumped out from behind the tree and shouted fervently at his father, who turned around right as the blade was at his waist. Nils drew his blade and chased the man who, because of Nils's warning, was only able to slash at his father across the legs.
As Nils got closer, the man turned and ran, leaving Nils's father bloody and on the ground. Nils didn't give chase, and instead bent to help his father. The cut across both of his limbs was deep, and blood was quickly leaving the man's body.
Within the next couple of days, Nils and his mother, as well as local healers, were able to restore the father's heath enough that he didn't die on the night he was attacked. He did, however, lose use of both legs, and was forever unable to walk. When Nils persisted that his father tell him what was going on, why he had been attacked, his father didn't say a word. He became cold towards his son, referring to him as a failure of a boy, a weak man, and useless. He stopped speaking to him, and never looked at him lovingly. Nils didn't give up hammering his father with questions, but in return, the father didn't give up berating his son. Eventually, the emotional instability Nils dealt with drove him to become an asshole and a drunkard. His mother was concerned for him, but also began to be less a part of Nils's life.
As the young man slowly progressed into alcoholism, his parents acknowledged him less and less. Nils never found out what happened to his father, and attempted in various ways to figure it out, and then ignore it. He traveled across the continent, using alcohol and various other pleasure to take his mind off of his misery. His current life situation bred hate, pessimism, cynicism, and a love for all things self-destructive. Though Nils is severely emotionally damaged, his sword skills have not faltered, and he has remained intelligent, fun (when he is drunk), and through everything he has remained afraid of women.
Currently, Nils travels looking for work and desperately searches for someone who can offer more than meager services.
