Orys Durrandon[Oleg's new Main-Alt-Whatever]
Aug 9, 2014 9:16:55 GMT -6
Post by Orys Durrandon on Aug 9, 2014 9:16:55 GMT -6
Name: Orys Durrandon
Class: Wyvern Rider
Age: 29
Born in: Bern
Appearance: Orys has rather hard features around his face, with a rather heavy chin along with eyes that are maybe a bit too close together. His nose is on the normal side, but the rather bushy beard he sports gives his stern look even more might and respect that, in his opinion, it deserves. His whole body is built with muscle in mind from his time as a soldier, and he could be described as a hulk of a man. The hair on his head is trimmed into a simple to manage cut, being short and drawn into a short ponytail behind his back. His hair is colored deep black, and his eyes are crimson.
Personality: Orys could be described as a enigma. To his friends, he is rowdy and usually ready for a drink or two along with a good practice spar. To all strangers, he is usually cold, calculating, even hostile. Some may think that this would prevent people from seeing his friendly side, but there is a few ways to gain the friendship of Orys. Either impress him or help him further his goals.
Aside from that, Orys can be rather headstrong, pursuing his goals until the bitter end. He is brutally honest with both himself and others, limiting his potential ability for deception to all time lows. If he thinks something in a situation is wrong, he will speak out and try and forcibly correct the situation. He is also rather ambitious, desiring power trough conquest.
Story: Orys was born in Bern to a soldier father and a barmaid mother. As he grew, he came to idolize his father and the whole of the military as heroes and war as a true way to show ones mettle. And so he begun a heavy training regime including brawls in the streets, helping a local blacksmith in forging weapons, and even at a later point in his teenager life, researching and eventually taming a Wyvern. He named his Wyvern Balerion.
After he considered his training regime over, Orys proceeded to join the military, serving under a wyvern rider platoon for quite some time. He never truly advanced in his career, and he grew frustrated with his life. After serving in the military for ten years, he finally left his station as a deserted, forever shunning himself from his family and from his former comrades.
Now he travels the lands of Elibe in search for anything. Employment, comrades, opportunities, and maybe even someday power for himself.
Class: Wyvern Rider
Age: 29
Born in: Bern
Appearance: Orys has rather hard features around his face, with a rather heavy chin along with eyes that are maybe a bit too close together. His nose is on the normal side, but the rather bushy beard he sports gives his stern look even more might and respect that, in his opinion, it deserves. His whole body is built with muscle in mind from his time as a soldier, and he could be described as a hulk of a man. The hair on his head is trimmed into a simple to manage cut, being short and drawn into a short ponytail behind his back. His hair is colored deep black, and his eyes are crimson.
Personality: Orys could be described as a enigma. To his friends, he is rowdy and usually ready for a drink or two along with a good practice spar. To all strangers, he is usually cold, calculating, even hostile. Some may think that this would prevent people from seeing his friendly side, but there is a few ways to gain the friendship of Orys. Either impress him or help him further his goals.
Aside from that, Orys can be rather headstrong, pursuing his goals until the bitter end. He is brutally honest with both himself and others, limiting his potential ability for deception to all time lows. If he thinks something in a situation is wrong, he will speak out and try and forcibly correct the situation. He is also rather ambitious, desiring power trough conquest.
Story: Orys was born in Bern to a soldier father and a barmaid mother. As he grew, he came to idolize his father and the whole of the military as heroes and war as a true way to show ones mettle. And so he begun a heavy training regime including brawls in the streets, helping a local blacksmith in forging weapons, and even at a later point in his teenager life, researching and eventually taming a Wyvern. He named his Wyvern Balerion.
After he considered his training regime over, Orys proceeded to join the military, serving under a wyvern rider platoon for quite some time. He never truly advanced in his career, and he grew frustrated with his life. After serving in the military for ten years, he finally left his station as a deserted, forever shunning himself from his family and from his former comrades.
Now he travels the lands of Elibe in search for anything. Employment, comrades, opportunities, and maybe even someday power for himself.
