Faravinn Wheate
Dec 26, 2013 0:24:09 GMT -6
Post by Faravinn on Dec 26, 2013 0:24:09 GMT -6
Name: Faravinn Wheate
Class*: Recruit (probably will try to progress into Soldier, then Paladin)
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 14
Appearance: Faravinn is a medium sized, almost generic citizen of Etruria, without much to differentiate himself. He has fair blue hair, brown eyes and a nose that's just the rise length, not too long and not too short. When you look at him, you wouldn't imagine him to be a soldier; he looks like an innocuous, innocent farm boy, not a fighter. His hands are clumsy and small, not fit for sword fighting, but for sowing. His hair is dirty and disheveled, patted down with a clumsy little helmet, and his body is lacking in the muscle characteristic of hardened fighters. His legs are short and awkward, his back is slightly hunched and he displays a mien of humility and conservatism.
Clothes: Faravinn, a soldier of Etruria, was essentially given a basic uniform, a helmet...and not much else. With a pair of white trousers, a helmet too large for his head and a tunic with the Inquisitional markings and such, he looks like one of those parodies of soldiering, like a child in a costume. His sack, slung over his shoulder, bears the most basic of rations, cheese and bread, his canteeb lies at his waist, and his iron lance shows signs of wear and tear over years. It was probably salvaged off some battlefield somewhere.
Born in**: Etruria
Story***: Faravinn was born in a simple country village in the outskirts of the mighty nation of Etruria to a single mother who was widely accused to being a whore. Far from the great cultured Etrurian cities, Faravinn instead lived a life of silent comfort in the peaceful hills and wheat fields of the Etrurian rural lands. While his mother's reputation was poor, Faravinn demonstrated himself to be an industrious, courageous young man with a strong work ethic and sense of quiet values, and he was loved by the village people almost as much as his mother was detested.
However, his mother's louche sexual past resulted in her growing deathly ill. With all the Preists and Clerics and such being off at war, or concerned with the matters of city life, Faravinn couldn't get her to a medical expert, and she soon was on the verge of death.
Faravinn was desperate by the time a manipulative Priest came riding by on his way to the battlefield. Pleading for his mother's life, Faravinn had to strike a bargain; "her life for yours". Faravinn, to save his mother, was drafted into the Inquisitorial army where he was immediately put into a supply division in the rear for the initial fighting with the Sacaeans. However, with the heavy losses suffered at Salvation point, Faravinn was called to the front, handed a spear, a helmet and told to fight for Kraft and Kraft's glory. Faravinn, a green soldier by almost every standard, expects to die soon enough, and has already made arrangements for letters to be mailed home.
Class*: Recruit (probably will try to progress into Soldier, then Paladin)
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 14
Appearance: Faravinn is a medium sized, almost generic citizen of Etruria, without much to differentiate himself. He has fair blue hair, brown eyes and a nose that's just the rise length, not too long and not too short. When you look at him, you wouldn't imagine him to be a soldier; he looks like an innocuous, innocent farm boy, not a fighter. His hands are clumsy and small, not fit for sword fighting, but for sowing. His hair is dirty and disheveled, patted down with a clumsy little helmet, and his body is lacking in the muscle characteristic of hardened fighters. His legs are short and awkward, his back is slightly hunched and he displays a mien of humility and conservatism.
Clothes: Faravinn, a soldier of Etruria, was essentially given a basic uniform, a helmet...and not much else. With a pair of white trousers, a helmet too large for his head and a tunic with the Inquisitional markings and such, he looks like one of those parodies of soldiering, like a child in a costume. His sack, slung over his shoulder, bears the most basic of rations, cheese and bread, his canteeb lies at his waist, and his iron lance shows signs of wear and tear over years. It was probably salvaged off some battlefield somewhere.
Born in**: Etruria
Story***: Faravinn was born in a simple country village in the outskirts of the mighty nation of Etruria to a single mother who was widely accused to being a whore. Far from the great cultured Etrurian cities, Faravinn instead lived a life of silent comfort in the peaceful hills and wheat fields of the Etrurian rural lands. While his mother's reputation was poor, Faravinn demonstrated himself to be an industrious, courageous young man with a strong work ethic and sense of quiet values, and he was loved by the village people almost as much as his mother was detested.
However, his mother's louche sexual past resulted in her growing deathly ill. With all the Preists and Clerics and such being off at war, or concerned with the matters of city life, Faravinn couldn't get her to a medical expert, and she soon was on the verge of death.
Faravinn was desperate by the time a manipulative Priest came riding by on his way to the battlefield. Pleading for his mother's life, Faravinn had to strike a bargain; "her life for yours". Faravinn, to save his mother, was drafted into the Inquisitorial army where he was immediately put into a supply division in the rear for the initial fighting with the Sacaeans. However, with the heavy losses suffered at Salvation point, Faravinn was called to the front, handed a spear, a helmet and told to fight for Kraft and Kraft's glory. Faravinn, a green soldier by almost every standard, expects to die soon enough, and has already made arrangements for letters to be mailed home.
