Post by Gallahad on Nov 22, 2017 20:34:10 GMT -6
Name: Gallahad
Class: Novice
Dragon Element:
Age: 15
Born in: Ilia, Arphen
Appearance: Gallahad stands at about 5' 7" - and lacks the build of a 'traditional warrior'. Though far from scrawny, he often is never the biggest person in the room - and is more than likely to be the least intimidating. Small scars criss-cross both his hands and his right eye, though the origin was more of an accident than combat. His hair is pushed back from his face to either side, forming a split, and is chocolate brown in coloration. Underneath that are his eyes, which are a deep cobalt blue. Both his jaw and nose are a tad off due to one too many fights, and a grimace is the most common expression one would see on his face.
Personality: Gallahad used to pick fights he could never win - evidenced by his numerous disfigurations. The beatings did help to solidify his determination to become a better warrior, and that is his main driving force now. One to wait instead of rush, Gallahad prefers to stay neutral in most situations - acting out of his own best interest. Though Human, he also finds that if he were to met a 'dragon', a mythical creature according to most, they could be good friends.
History: Gallahad was born in a massive family confined to a small house. With seven other siblings, all older than him, it was a wonder that he was remembered at all. He grew up in poverty and spent most of his time helping around the house in an attempt to find some use for himself, as there was no school they could afford for anyone but the eldest child. When he reached the ripe age of ten, he began to make excursions into the town a few miles from his home to work for petty change. He often got into fights with both other boys and customers of the shop he worked at quite often, resulting in a poor win to loss ratio. These bouts are what caused his permanent injuries and are also what caused the change in his approach to life. Becoming wary and picking fights he could only win certainly did wonders for his health - but not his reputation. Many other boys his age saw him as craven - for justifiable reasons. A few years of namecalling and general harassment led to Gallahad picking up a blade in the hopes of becoming a great warrior to both support his family and gain recognition.
NPC fight: The bandit walked up lazily, rusted but razor-sharp axe swinging loosely at his side. He grinned to reveal a row of rotten, yellowish teeth before suddenly leaping forward with a cry, swinging the weapon overhead straight towards Gallahad's face.
Gallahad sloppily drew his sword up to meet the oncoming metal, not nearly as close to the hilt as he would've liked. The force of the impact rattled the blade and buzzed the nerves in his hand, causing Gallahad to hiss and nearly drop the blade. He attempted to retaliate with a thrust aimed for the brigand's heart.
PC fight: Gallahad stepped forward slowly, heart hammering in his chest as he held his sword stiffly at arm's length, the blade quivering from the tension. His opponent regarded him calmly, hand firmly on the hilt of her killing edge. Gallahad swallowed dryly, and attempted a quick lunge forward.
Maer saw the sloppy attack coming from miles ahead, and simply side-stepped the oncoming sword and in an instant drew out her own, attempting to slice off the attacker's arm.
Class: Novice
Dragon Element:
Age: 15
Born in: Ilia, Arphen
Appearance: Gallahad stands at about 5' 7" - and lacks the build of a 'traditional warrior'. Though far from scrawny, he often is never the biggest person in the room - and is more than likely to be the least intimidating. Small scars criss-cross both his hands and his right eye, though the origin was more of an accident than combat. His hair is pushed back from his face to either side, forming a split, and is chocolate brown in coloration. Underneath that are his eyes, which are a deep cobalt blue. Both his jaw and nose are a tad off due to one too many fights, and a grimace is the most common expression one would see on his face.
Personality: Gallahad used to pick fights he could never win - evidenced by his numerous disfigurations. The beatings did help to solidify his determination to become a better warrior, and that is his main driving force now. One to wait instead of rush, Gallahad prefers to stay neutral in most situations - acting out of his own best interest. Though Human, he also finds that if he were to met a 'dragon', a mythical creature according to most, they could be good friends.
History: Gallahad was born in a massive family confined to a small house. With seven other siblings, all older than him, it was a wonder that he was remembered at all. He grew up in poverty and spent most of his time helping around the house in an attempt to find some use for himself, as there was no school they could afford for anyone but the eldest child. When he reached the ripe age of ten, he began to make excursions into the town a few miles from his home to work for petty change. He often got into fights with both other boys and customers of the shop he worked at quite often, resulting in a poor win to loss ratio. These bouts are what caused his permanent injuries and are also what caused the change in his approach to life. Becoming wary and picking fights he could only win certainly did wonders for his health - but not his reputation. Many other boys his age saw him as craven - for justifiable reasons. A few years of namecalling and general harassment led to Gallahad picking up a blade in the hopes of becoming a great warrior to both support his family and gain recognition.
NPC fight: The bandit walked up lazily, rusted but razor-sharp axe swinging loosely at his side. He grinned to reveal a row of rotten, yellowish teeth before suddenly leaping forward with a cry, swinging the weapon overhead straight towards Gallahad's face.
Gallahad sloppily drew his sword up to meet the oncoming metal, not nearly as close to the hilt as he would've liked. The force of the impact rattled the blade and buzzed the nerves in his hand, causing Gallahad to hiss and nearly drop the blade. He attempted to retaliate with a thrust aimed for the brigand's heart.
PC fight: Gallahad stepped forward slowly, heart hammering in his chest as he held his sword stiffly at arm's length, the blade quivering from the tension. His opponent regarded him calmly, hand firmly on the hilt of her killing edge. Gallahad swallowed dryly, and attempted a quick lunge forward.
Maer saw the sloppy attack coming from miles ahead, and simply side-stepped the oncoming sword and in an instant drew out her own, attempting to slice off the attacker's arm.
