Darion
Dec 11, 2009 21:24:21 GMT -6
Post by darion on Dec 11, 2009 21:24:21 GMT -6
Name: Darion
Class: Mercenary>Hero
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Dark Grey
Age: 25
Appearance: Darion stands at 6'4" tall and weighs in at around 200 solid pounds of muscle. His hair hangs down to his shoulders, and he has moustache-goatee combo. He doesn't consider himself handsome, but he isn't that bad to look at according to certain people of the female persuasion. His skin is lightly tanned due to all the traveling he has done.
Clothes: He wears light grey, almost white pants held up by a black belt tucked into brown boots; a light grey leather breastplate over a white shirt, a loose fitting light grey coat that's buttoned together at his waist and open above and below on top of that. The coat has two white leather shoulder pads attached to it. His buckler is attached to his left arm, and his sword is strapped to his back over everything else.
Born in: Ilia
Story: Darion was born to a fairly well-to-do merchant and a mercenary. Turns out his parents had met when his mother hired his father to protect her on a trip one time. But that's another story.
Darion grew up learning a bit of both worlds as it were. (Commerce and fighting. The two share an interesting relationship. Always have, always will.) Seeing as he was becoming more and more like his father everyday, his parents trained him more to be fighter than a trader. And, you know what? He had a normal childhood, grew up without any traumatic events. Yeah, living in the backwater regions of Ilia will do that.
Now, Darion's parents weren't young when they had him. In fact, they were in their late 40s. His father retired from the mercenary business due to an injury when Darion was five. His mother had managed to amass enough money by this time so that they could live comfortably without too many worries. Unfortunately, without his father coming and going and regaling him with tales of his most recent job and his mother going out less and less often due to her joints, life slowly seemed to grind to a halt for Darion.
On his 25th birthday, he'd had enough. It was time for him to fly from the nest. He needed freedom! When he voiced such to his parents, they merely smiled at him. They'd been waiting for it. Apparently both his parents suffered from the wanderlust when they were younger as well. His father presented him with the sword he'd used for his career as a mercenary. It was no work of beauty or a masterpiece. But it was his father's. That made it the most expensive and beautiful blade there was. his mother gave him maps, so that he wouldn't be wandering blindly in the world. After thanking his family, he just walked out the door, his parents still smiling. Wondering when they would here the tales of their son.
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Class: Mercenary>Hero
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Dark Grey
Age: 25
Appearance: Darion stands at 6'4" tall and weighs in at around 200 solid pounds of muscle. His hair hangs down to his shoulders, and he has moustache-goatee combo. He doesn't consider himself handsome, but he isn't that bad to look at according to certain people of the female persuasion. His skin is lightly tanned due to all the traveling he has done.
Clothes: He wears light grey, almost white pants held up by a black belt tucked into brown boots; a light grey leather breastplate over a white shirt, a loose fitting light grey coat that's buttoned together at his waist and open above and below on top of that. The coat has two white leather shoulder pads attached to it. His buckler is attached to his left arm, and his sword is strapped to his back over everything else.
Born in: Ilia
Story: Darion was born to a fairly well-to-do merchant and a mercenary. Turns out his parents had met when his mother hired his father to protect her on a trip one time. But that's another story.
Darion grew up learning a bit of both worlds as it were. (Commerce and fighting. The two share an interesting relationship. Always have, always will.) Seeing as he was becoming more and more like his father everyday, his parents trained him more to be fighter than a trader. And, you know what? He had a normal childhood, grew up without any traumatic events. Yeah, living in the backwater regions of Ilia will do that.
Now, Darion's parents weren't young when they had him. In fact, they were in their late 40s. His father retired from the mercenary business due to an injury when Darion was five. His mother had managed to amass enough money by this time so that they could live comfortably without too many worries. Unfortunately, without his father coming and going and regaling him with tales of his most recent job and his mother going out less and less often due to her joints, life slowly seemed to grind to a halt for Darion.
On his 25th birthday, he'd had enough. It was time for him to fly from the nest. He needed freedom! When he voiced such to his parents, they merely smiled at him. They'd been waiting for it. Apparently both his parents suffered from the wanderlust when they were younger as well. His father presented him with the sword he'd used for his career as a mercenary. It was no work of beauty or a masterpiece. But it was his father's. That made it the most expensive and beautiful blade there was. his mother gave him maps, so that he wouldn't be wandering blindly in the world. After thanking his family, he just walked out the door, his parents still smiling. Wondering when they would here the tales of their son.
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