Gabriel
May 5, 2009 18:21:57 GMT -6
Post by Gabriel on May 5, 2009 18:21:57 GMT -6
Name: Gabriel
Class: Pupil -> Mage -> Sage/Mage Knight
Hair Color: Copper
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 15
Appearance: At about 1.56 metres tall and roughly 40 kgs in weight, Gabriel comes off as an average looking kid, really. Not even close to being buff(more on the scrawny side).
Clothes: He seems to come right off royalty, as he is seen normally wearing silver pants, a dark grey long-sleeved undershirt and black leather boots, with a silk blue cloak on top. He normally carries a dark green piece of cloth which goes from the front of the cloak over his left shoulder and hangs on his back.
Born in: Delfia, capital of Etruria.
Story: Gabriel is the lone son of a rich family in Delfia. Raised as such, attending to a private magic school and being fed books since he was born, Gabriel has vast knowledge of the world and arcane arts. As one would guess, he was raised as a nobleman, and was taught to think poorly of the "scum" in the streets of the city.
Sadly, due to his parents being overly strict, he has never left the city. Most of his life, the only ones he has been able to talk to are the maids and butlers, as his father was too busy working for and admiring "Sir Kraft" and his mother had never paid attention to him in the slightest.
One day...
Sample RP:
"Father, I have been wondering..." Gabriel said to Richard, his father. "Why am I forced to learn magic? Aren't we rich enough already? We don't need to go on working for ever"
"That should be obvious. You are to succeed me, as a Sage in the ranks of master Kraft, the prophet". Richard had answered with his gaze on the sky, as both of them kept on walking through the place known as "The Park".
"But he is just a man, father. Why should we believe in him and his prophecy? He is probably using Elimine as a way to get power himself..." Gabriel spoke. Just simple conjectures, of course. However, if he had learned something from the many books on the adventures of the seven heroes who saved the land, it was that you could not simply trust someone without some proof.
Richard's face turned a slight tone of blue. "Insolent child!" he shouted, slapping his son. "How dare you speak of master Kraft and Saint Elimine like that!? Off! Off with you! You are no son of mine!". Guards nearby were alerted by the shouts and came to the scene. "Take this blasted child to a cell! That will teach him to respect Sir Kraft!".
A few minutes had passed as the guards carried Gabriel to the watchpost on the east part of the city. Midway, though, a renowned bandit crossed paths with the guards, and seeing how Kraft had put a price on his head and had labeled him as a "high priority" target, one of the guards ran off after him. Gabriel took his chances, stomped on the other guard's foot and used his hidden spellbook on him. "Fire!" he screamed, as a ball of fire was launched from the tip of his fingers towards the guard's chest, giving him just enough time to make the run for it.
Hours later, he was outside of the city, about a mile away to the southeast. He knew that were he to go back, he would probably get hunted by the guards, or punished by his father. And he dared not think which was worse.
Class: Pupil -> Mage -> Sage/Mage Knight
Hair Color: Copper
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 15
Appearance: At about 1.56 metres tall and roughly 40 kgs in weight, Gabriel comes off as an average looking kid, really. Not even close to being buff(more on the scrawny side).
Clothes: He seems to come right off royalty, as he is seen normally wearing silver pants, a dark grey long-sleeved undershirt and black leather boots, with a silk blue cloak on top. He normally carries a dark green piece of cloth which goes from the front of the cloak over his left shoulder and hangs on his back.
Born in: Delfia, capital of Etruria.
Story: Gabriel is the lone son of a rich family in Delfia. Raised as such, attending to a private magic school and being fed books since he was born, Gabriel has vast knowledge of the world and arcane arts. As one would guess, he was raised as a nobleman, and was taught to think poorly of the "scum" in the streets of the city.
Sadly, due to his parents being overly strict, he has never left the city. Most of his life, the only ones he has been able to talk to are the maids and butlers, as his father was too busy working for and admiring "Sir Kraft" and his mother had never paid attention to him in the slightest.
One day...
Sample RP:
"Father, I have been wondering..." Gabriel said to Richard, his father. "Why am I forced to learn magic? Aren't we rich enough already? We don't need to go on working for ever"
"That should be obvious. You are to succeed me, as a Sage in the ranks of master Kraft, the prophet". Richard had answered with his gaze on the sky, as both of them kept on walking through the place known as "The Park".
"But he is just a man, father. Why should we believe in him and his prophecy? He is probably using Elimine as a way to get power himself..." Gabriel spoke. Just simple conjectures, of course. However, if he had learned something from the many books on the adventures of the seven heroes who saved the land, it was that you could not simply trust someone without some proof.
Richard's face turned a slight tone of blue. "Insolent child!" he shouted, slapping his son. "How dare you speak of master Kraft and Saint Elimine like that!? Off! Off with you! You are no son of mine!". Guards nearby were alerted by the shouts and came to the scene. "Take this blasted child to a cell! That will teach him to respect Sir Kraft!".
A few minutes had passed as the guards carried Gabriel to the watchpost on the east part of the city. Midway, though, a renowned bandit crossed paths with the guards, and seeing how Kraft had put a price on his head and had labeled him as a "high priority" target, one of the guards ran off after him. Gabriel took his chances, stomped on the other guard's foot and used his hidden spellbook on him. "Fire!" he screamed, as a ball of fire was launched from the tip of his fingers towards the guard's chest, giving him just enough time to make the run for it.
Hours later, he was outside of the city, about a mile away to the southeast. He knew that were he to go back, he would probably get hunted by the guards, or punished by his father. And he dared not think which was worse.