Aegis Hawk (Roin's 1st Alt)
Apr 13, 2014 7:05:35 GMT -6
Post by Aegis Hawk on Apr 13, 2014 7:05:35 GMT -6
Name: Aegis Hawk
Class: Hero
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Indigo
Age: 25
Appearance: Standing at 6'4, Aegis is a slightly taller and stronger build of a man. His hair is wild, as many of the Nabata wear their hair, only slightly reined in by his headband, no doubt far more wild without it. The orange, almost sandy flame pattern to it accents his tanned skin, detailing the life in the sun he lived through in his youth. His indigo eyes, however, clash hard with the bright hair and tanned skin. On his left hand, when he isn't wearing a glove over it, is a strange crest, the image rather detailed for any simple tattoo...
Clothes: The armor worn by the warrior is a mix of both medium and heavy plate, the shoulders and knees holding enlarged, heavier plates for brute protection while the rest of him is wearing half-plate sections, the beige shirt visible where his armor didn't protect, the purple armor blending well with a rather smooth color arrangement. He wears the traditional travelling boots of most soldiers, sporting matching gauntlets, the top of his hands covered with blue-silver plates, the finger-less leather showing off a well-worked hand.
As for accessories, Aegis sports his bright red headband, the blue pins set in place to hold up a red cloth hanging at his waist for a mask. The belt at his hip holds a hook for a sword on one side and a sling on the other for an axe. Normally carried on his back, yet pulled free during combat, is a rather small tower shield, able to block most attacks that were to head his way most likely, the purple of the shield matching his armor set.
Born in: Ruins of Alabaster, Nabata Desert
Story: Twenty-five years ago, the Nabata Desert was still the unforgiving place it had always been. An old city, near the edges of the mighty dunes, had sprung up briefly. Known for an Alabaster statue at the center, the city had quickly flourished from a minor camp to a trade post. It was during the brief life of this city, however, that disaster struck. The Nabata was known for sandstorms, yet the city hadn't been prepared for what came with it. Using the coming gusts as an excuse to be let in, they began slaughtering and pillaging the humble city. During the raid, few survivors escaped the death. It was only a few days later, in the smoking ruin of the city, that a woman passed away only shortly after bringing Aegis into the world. With the hair to match his father, the baby was taken by the couple who had been present with his mother.
Aegis spent much of his childhood being trained as a soldier, his adopted father having need of a skilled soldier as he roamed to peddle wares. However, the adopted parents kept the birthplace of Aegis a secret, raising him in western Lycia. By the age of twelve, he was already mastering the sword and started using training armor, readying himself for the stamina he'd need to fight. His early teens were spent getting tutored as he and his father roamed the roads, the only breaks being the paths between towns and short stops to rest at their home, a small, isolated cottage.
At eighteen, however, Aegis took a spin in his life. He had learned to use larger swords with ease, keeping a long-sword as his usual weapon and sporting his medium armor almost regularly. He had gained amazing stamina when it came to wearing it during the day. He could sprint a mile in it easy. Aegis had been the shine of his adopted father's life. However, that changed when he returned after a run out to the local city, finding the place in ruin. Crushed, Aegis looked through the ruins until he found his adopted mother. Using her last words, she told him of how they had adopted him and kept a bundle of gear out in the shack for him. They had planned to tell him when he returned, the supplies he had gone to get were in fact for his very journey. Aegis went to the ruined shack to where she had told him to search. It took a few moments, but when he pulled free a bag, he was stunned at the sight. A well-preserved suit of armor matching his eyes was within. It had been tended to and likely reforged over the years, but the armor itself was brilliant. Aegis carefully put the armor on, waiting until he had the purple suit on. It had been designed for protecting one's shoulders and knees, the large shield at the bottom of the bag indicating for a very good reason. This armor was worn by someone who wanted to fight head-to-head. It wasn't a massive shield, but one used for deflecting hits as well as blocking them. As he finished putting it on, however, he sighed. The old suit was all he had from his old life. Carefully removing the gauntlets from the old pile of armor, he slipped them on and began to pile the remaining objects onto his cart. He had a lot of things to sell.
By the age of twenty-one, only a mere three years later, Aegis had made quite a life. Part of it had been mercenary work, the other parts consisting of physical labor and gladiatorial work. It was a simple enough life that had let him refine his skills. So much so, in fact, that he had become more than a swordsman. He carried his old long-sword on his left hip and a small, effective axe on his right hip. It wasn't for show, either. He had fit into the role of a mercenary, fighter, and now he seemed to inspire others in an almost heroic way. That is, until one day he paid more attention to his hand. Long ago, during his youth, his adopted father had spoke of a tattoo, yet they never got around to it. When he visited the old town near his adopted family's cottage many years later, he was told a special mark had been set aside for him, the son of the old tattoo artist bringing it out as he prepared the tools of his trade. It was a white and black tattoo, part man and part dragon. Between them, however, was a mighty hawk between them, a shield hanging from its talons and a sword in its beak.
Four years later, he finds his way once more into the wide world, satisfied with working in towns for once. He had found a book detailing the symbol in full. It had been briefly discovered on the borders of the Nabata Desert, but most of the scholars who analyzed it made one thing clear. It was the symbol of an ancient line of skilled warriors. Not one of recognition as legends, but one that had long served in Arcadia. The symbol holds no meaning now, lest Aegis were to meet a Dragon who knew his ancient kin, as he is the last of the line.
Class: Hero
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Indigo
Age: 25
Appearance: Standing at 6'4, Aegis is a slightly taller and stronger build of a man. His hair is wild, as many of the Nabata wear their hair, only slightly reined in by his headband, no doubt far more wild without it. The orange, almost sandy flame pattern to it accents his tanned skin, detailing the life in the sun he lived through in his youth. His indigo eyes, however, clash hard with the bright hair and tanned skin. On his left hand, when he isn't wearing a glove over it, is a strange crest, the image rather detailed for any simple tattoo...
Clothes: The armor worn by the warrior is a mix of both medium and heavy plate, the shoulders and knees holding enlarged, heavier plates for brute protection while the rest of him is wearing half-plate sections, the beige shirt visible where his armor didn't protect, the purple armor blending well with a rather smooth color arrangement. He wears the traditional travelling boots of most soldiers, sporting matching gauntlets, the top of his hands covered with blue-silver plates, the finger-less leather showing off a well-worked hand.
As for accessories, Aegis sports his bright red headband, the blue pins set in place to hold up a red cloth hanging at his waist for a mask. The belt at his hip holds a hook for a sword on one side and a sling on the other for an axe. Normally carried on his back, yet pulled free during combat, is a rather small tower shield, able to block most attacks that were to head his way most likely, the purple of the shield matching his armor set.
Born in: Ruins of Alabaster, Nabata Desert
Story: Twenty-five years ago, the Nabata Desert was still the unforgiving place it had always been. An old city, near the edges of the mighty dunes, had sprung up briefly. Known for an Alabaster statue at the center, the city had quickly flourished from a minor camp to a trade post. It was during the brief life of this city, however, that disaster struck. The Nabata was known for sandstorms, yet the city hadn't been prepared for what came with it. Using the coming gusts as an excuse to be let in, they began slaughtering and pillaging the humble city. During the raid, few survivors escaped the death. It was only a few days later, in the smoking ruin of the city, that a woman passed away only shortly after bringing Aegis into the world. With the hair to match his father, the baby was taken by the couple who had been present with his mother.
Aegis spent much of his childhood being trained as a soldier, his adopted father having need of a skilled soldier as he roamed to peddle wares. However, the adopted parents kept the birthplace of Aegis a secret, raising him in western Lycia. By the age of twelve, he was already mastering the sword and started using training armor, readying himself for the stamina he'd need to fight. His early teens were spent getting tutored as he and his father roamed the roads, the only breaks being the paths between towns and short stops to rest at their home, a small, isolated cottage.
At eighteen, however, Aegis took a spin in his life. He had learned to use larger swords with ease, keeping a long-sword as his usual weapon and sporting his medium armor almost regularly. He had gained amazing stamina when it came to wearing it during the day. He could sprint a mile in it easy. Aegis had been the shine of his adopted father's life. However, that changed when he returned after a run out to the local city, finding the place in ruin. Crushed, Aegis looked through the ruins until he found his adopted mother. Using her last words, she told him of how they had adopted him and kept a bundle of gear out in the shack for him. They had planned to tell him when he returned, the supplies he had gone to get were in fact for his very journey. Aegis went to the ruined shack to where she had told him to search. It took a few moments, but when he pulled free a bag, he was stunned at the sight. A well-preserved suit of armor matching his eyes was within. It had been tended to and likely reforged over the years, but the armor itself was brilliant. Aegis carefully put the armor on, waiting until he had the purple suit on. It had been designed for protecting one's shoulders and knees, the large shield at the bottom of the bag indicating for a very good reason. This armor was worn by someone who wanted to fight head-to-head. It wasn't a massive shield, but one used for deflecting hits as well as blocking them. As he finished putting it on, however, he sighed. The old suit was all he had from his old life. Carefully removing the gauntlets from the old pile of armor, he slipped them on and began to pile the remaining objects onto his cart. He had a lot of things to sell.
By the age of twenty-one, only a mere three years later, Aegis had made quite a life. Part of it had been mercenary work, the other parts consisting of physical labor and gladiatorial work. It was a simple enough life that had let him refine his skills. So much so, in fact, that he had become more than a swordsman. He carried his old long-sword on his left hip and a small, effective axe on his right hip. It wasn't for show, either. He had fit into the role of a mercenary, fighter, and now he seemed to inspire others in an almost heroic way. That is, until one day he paid more attention to his hand. Long ago, during his youth, his adopted father had spoke of a tattoo, yet they never got around to it. When he visited the old town near his adopted family's cottage many years later, he was told a special mark had been set aside for him, the son of the old tattoo artist bringing it out as he prepared the tools of his trade. It was a white and black tattoo, part man and part dragon. Between them, however, was a mighty hawk between them, a shield hanging from its talons and a sword in its beak.
Four years later, he finds his way once more into the wide world, satisfied with working in towns for once. He had found a book detailing the symbol in full. It had been briefly discovered on the borders of the Nabata Desert, but most of the scholars who analyzed it made one thing clear. It was the symbol of an ancient line of skilled warriors. Not one of recognition as legends, but one that had long served in Arcadia. The symbol holds no meaning now, lest Aegis were to meet a Dragon who knew his ancient kin, as he is the last of the line.
The Hawk Family Lives On.
