Post by Nadarr on Jul 20, 2016 8:33:02 GMT -6
Name:Nadarr Gyvate
Class:Priest
Age:23
Born in:Gyvate Ranch, Etruria
Appearance:
Appearance:Nadarr looks more akin to a thief than a priest, as his patchy facial hair and pinched face make him the picture of suspicion. He sports black hair and piercing brown eyes. He dresses plainly, normally wearing the jacket that his brother gave him. He only opts to wear the robe that most priests wear upon holy days, as it isn't necessary attire, and more of an option.
Personality:Nadarr is one of those friends no one likes. He complains more often than not, has a sort of twisted sense of humor, and complains about traits he expresses himself. He does take his healing job extremely seriously and with vigor, as he feels that his job is one of, if not the, most important in the fields of battle. He makes sure to express that belief to whoever can hear. Though he does seem to be majorly an asshole, he does express care for those he worries about, and does know when to not be disgustingly out-of-place or vulgar. He also has a set of morals that he usually follows, based on the code he swore into when he entered priesthood.
Nadarr has some hobbies outside of healing, most of them picked up from his childhood days. He knits and weaves, and does have a small talent for the art. He also enjoys whistling, but that's not to say he's any good at it. To make a long story short, Nadarr's been put on stable duty more than once for his tone. He also prays daily, though that is not so much a hobby as it is a duty. He has distinct dislike of gryphons, based on childhood experience.
Story:Nadarr grew up in the Eastern part of Etruria, not close to any notable towns, but along a widely used trade road. He lived on a ranch that specialized in raising horses and pegasi for those who utlitized them. It was a mostly calm life, save for the wild gryphons that would attempt to hunt and kill their stock every year during the fall season. That lead Nadarr with some bad, albeit interesting, memories. Nadarr grew up with his parents, who were caring and loving, yet didn't do much of note in his adult life, and his older brothers Gorshak and Volon, who were two and five years older, respectively. There was a running joke between them how their parents just scribbled down the first word in ancient text they saw, and named them as close they could to it. The siblings were close, working on the ranch and such, with varying results. Gorshak had a clear knack for working with the animals, but Volon and Nadarr's efforts fell short. Volon left around the time he was nineteen, to go explore the world and such, and Nadarr, when he was eighteen, decided to go to Aquleia and join the church. That plan didn't work out.
He didn't manage to get to the St. Elimine church in Aquleia. It was too far, and Nadarr really didn't want to feel the pressure of working on the holiest church in Etruria. He decided to join a more local establishment, a few days away, a small place of worship that had just been recently opened. 'St.Elimine's Monastery on the Cliff,' it was named. And rightfully so, as the entirity of it was built alongside a cliff. There was some metaphorical architectural meaning, such as the cliff represents the strength faith gives us and how it supports how we worship, but Nadarr couldn't be bothered to listen. Despite the name of the establishment, and the title of 'Brother Nadarr' he would take, Nadarr was trained to become a priest. There was a need for healers after the growth of acolytes, and all newcomers had no real say. It was either learn to heal, or learn to painstakingly copy religious messages from text. Nadarr chose the lesser of two evils. He was much better at healing and staves then at ranching, but being away from a more relaxed atmosphere started to change his attitude. He became cynical and assholish, giving him a poor reputation amongst the monastery. Nadarr would complain, do poor jobs cleaning, be put on more cleaning jobs, and do a poor job there, putting him on more cleaning jobs. The monks constantly put him in 'The Faith Room,' which was more of a religious time out corner. Needless to say, the monks needed to get rid of him. So they sent Nadarr out on a lifelong 'pilgrimage.'
Nadarr left the monastery, five years after joining, saying goodbye to his friends whom he had made there. Though most of them were only mildly sad to see him leave, the only one really caring was another acolyte of the same sort of asshole nature. He then left back in the direction of home, stopping from town to town to heal those in need. Upon arrival of home, Gorshak, who was now the owner of the ranch, updated him on the news. Volon now owned a tavern in a small city outside of Aqueila, and his parents moved to live with their aunts. Nadarr stayed on the ranch a bit, received a jacket, and left to continue his journey. He knows he was made to wander around to get out of the monastery, but he decided it was a good use of his time. Besides, he would follow in his brother's footsteps and explore, and count on his healing and wishful thinking to get by. And so, Nadarr travels through the land, healing and getting by.
Sidenote: Hey this is a new account! After I stumbled around like an idiot for a while, just reposting it here!
Sorry that that happened.
Class:Priest
Age:23
Born in:Gyvate Ranch, Etruria
Appearance:
Appearance:Nadarr looks more akin to a thief than a priest, as his patchy facial hair and pinched face make him the picture of suspicion. He sports black hair and piercing brown eyes. He dresses plainly, normally wearing the jacket that his brother gave him. He only opts to wear the robe that most priests wear upon holy days, as it isn't necessary attire, and more of an option.
Personality:Nadarr is one of those friends no one likes. He complains more often than not, has a sort of twisted sense of humor, and complains about traits he expresses himself. He does take his healing job extremely seriously and with vigor, as he feels that his job is one of, if not the, most important in the fields of battle. He makes sure to express that belief to whoever can hear. Though he does seem to be majorly an asshole, he does express care for those he worries about, and does know when to not be disgustingly out-of-place or vulgar. He also has a set of morals that he usually follows, based on the code he swore into when he entered priesthood.
Nadarr has some hobbies outside of healing, most of them picked up from his childhood days. He knits and weaves, and does have a small talent for the art. He also enjoys whistling, but that's not to say he's any good at it. To make a long story short, Nadarr's been put on stable duty more than once for his tone. He also prays daily, though that is not so much a hobby as it is a duty. He has distinct dislike of gryphons, based on childhood experience.
Story:Nadarr grew up in the Eastern part of Etruria, not close to any notable towns, but along a widely used trade road. He lived on a ranch that specialized in raising horses and pegasi for those who utlitized them. It was a mostly calm life, save for the wild gryphons that would attempt to hunt and kill their stock every year during the fall season. That lead Nadarr with some bad, albeit interesting, memories. Nadarr grew up with his parents, who were caring and loving, yet didn't do much of note in his adult life, and his older brothers Gorshak and Volon, who were two and five years older, respectively. There was a running joke between them how their parents just scribbled down the first word in ancient text they saw, and named them as close they could to it. The siblings were close, working on the ranch and such, with varying results. Gorshak had a clear knack for working with the animals, but Volon and Nadarr's efforts fell short. Volon left around the time he was nineteen, to go explore the world and such, and Nadarr, when he was eighteen, decided to go to Aquleia and join the church. That plan didn't work out.
He didn't manage to get to the St. Elimine church in Aquleia. It was too far, and Nadarr really didn't want to feel the pressure of working on the holiest church in Etruria. He decided to join a more local establishment, a few days away, a small place of worship that had just been recently opened. 'St.Elimine's Monastery on the Cliff,' it was named. And rightfully so, as the entirity of it was built alongside a cliff. There was some metaphorical architectural meaning, such as the cliff represents the strength faith gives us and how it supports how we worship, but Nadarr couldn't be bothered to listen. Despite the name of the establishment, and the title of 'Brother Nadarr' he would take, Nadarr was trained to become a priest. There was a need for healers after the growth of acolytes, and all newcomers had no real say. It was either learn to heal, or learn to painstakingly copy religious messages from text. Nadarr chose the lesser of two evils. He was much better at healing and staves then at ranching, but being away from a more relaxed atmosphere started to change his attitude. He became cynical and assholish, giving him a poor reputation amongst the monastery. Nadarr would complain, do poor jobs cleaning, be put on more cleaning jobs, and do a poor job there, putting him on more cleaning jobs. The monks constantly put him in 'The Faith Room,' which was more of a religious time out corner. Needless to say, the monks needed to get rid of him. So they sent Nadarr out on a lifelong 'pilgrimage.'
Nadarr left the monastery, five years after joining, saying goodbye to his friends whom he had made there. Though most of them were only mildly sad to see him leave, the only one really caring was another acolyte of the same sort of asshole nature. He then left back in the direction of home, stopping from town to town to heal those in need. Upon arrival of home, Gorshak, who was now the owner of the ranch, updated him on the news. Volon now owned a tavern in a small city outside of Aqueila, and his parents moved to live with their aunts. Nadarr stayed on the ranch a bit, received a jacket, and left to continue his journey. He knows he was made to wander around to get out of the monastery, but he decided it was a good use of his time. Besides, he would follow in his brother's footsteps and explore, and count on his healing and wishful thinking to get by. And so, Nadarr travels through the land, healing and getting by.
Sidenote: Hey this is a new account! After I stumbled around like an idiot for a while, just reposting it here!
Sorry that that happened.
