Perrin
Sept 10, 2012 19:53:42 GMT -6
Post by Perrin on Sept 10, 2012 19:53:42 GMT -6
Name: Perrin
Class*: Monk
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 17
Appearance: He carries a highly decorated tome given to him by his mother. His robes are of no noble quality. He is lean and not strong. He has no stunning features compared to other denizens of Elibe; just an average-looking person with an abnormal backround.
Clothes: He wears white robes. But, unlike other monks, his robes are bulky. The clothing under his robes consists of a white shirt and brown hose and are of averagequality.
Born in**: Unknown.
Story***: Perrin awoke on the beach on the northern coast of Ilia. He looked up and saw the sun was past its zenith. Cold and slightly wet, and not remembering anything, including his name and how he washed up there, he trudged through the snow in search of civilization. The sun was at the top of the trees when he decided to rest. He leaned against a tree, and thought about how he developed amnesia, and if he would recover his lost memories. Curious and more than a little bored, he looked through the thick book he had been carrying, which had many ornate whorls and a milky white opal stud on the cover. When he opened the book he saw the name "Perrin", and guessed that it was his name. The rest of the book contained light magical spells suited to those of mediocre skill.
Perrin continued to trudge through the snow. As night approached, clouds swept in and they threatened to storm. He quickened his pace, afraid of what might happen if he was caught in a blizzard.
Right before it was dark, he searched his tome for a simple light spell. He broke off a branch from a nearby dead tree. Then, he tore a small piece of his robe off, and searched several pine trees for pitch. The pitchy cloth now around the branch he incanted the spell, focusing his light energy on the branch. Fire sprouted on
the cloth, and quickly spread. Satisfied, Perrin continued to walk for a while. Then, his worst fear came true: snow started to fall. As soon as he saw the snow, he knew he would end up walking in circles. His hope started to waver, but he continued to stumble through the snow.
After he walked for what he assumed an hour, his exhaustion was slowing him down greatly. He could go on no longer, so he let his torch go out, and sat down. Perrin, if that really was his name, put his hands in his lap, and let despair and misery roll over him. However, he did not let his eyes adapt to the darkness, and as a result did not see the light that was nearby. He stood up and stumbled towards the faint glow, tripping and almost fainting several times. When he came closer to what he assumed was a torch, as now there were many points of light, he could see a house. Perrin scrambled through the few snow drifts that separated him from the house and, with all his remaining strength, struck the door three times. Then his vision blurred and everything went black.
"Perrin, quickly grab your things, and take this book," his mother said, handing him a heavy tome. Perrin took the book, and started to gather his things, hearing the distant screams of people. Suddenly, the front door crashed open, and a large, hulking figure stepped through the doorway. His mother was the nearest to the
entrance, so the large man grabbed her, and yelled for more of his men to grab Perrin.
"Run to the boat, Perrin!" was all she could say before the men came running through the door. Perrin sprinted out the back door, stifling a small whimper for his poor mother.
He woke up in an unfamiliar bed, his book sitting near him on a bed-side table. "So my name is Perrin, and my village was attacked by someone..." Perrin said quietly to himself. He also remembered some of his early childhood memories, those of his mother and father, whom he deduced as being the village priests. He remembered learning to read and write as a small child, and even practicing magic. As his age increased his yearning for knowledge also increased. At the age of thirteen, he could remember reading the most formidable, and thickest of books. However, he could not remember reading anything on the history of his village.
A woman came into the room then, and asked Perrin if he was feeling better. "You've been asleep for five days now," the woman said "and you're lucky to be alive, walking around in a blizzard like that." The woman asked if he would like some food for the road, and Perrin accepted. After eating his full he packed his food and tome in the rucksack the woman gave him. Thanking the woman for all her help, he left.
Closing the door behind him, Perrin stepped out in the snow, and almost fell over. He was still weak, but he had to keep traveling, to explore the world in search of his lost memories. And maybe I can find my parents and some friends along the way, he thought.
Personality: Perrin is an enjoyable person, and is very scholarly. He is subject to random revelations where he will remember his misplaced memories. After these revelations his personality may change slightly, as he has remembered a piece of his lost self. Perrin does remember procedural memories, such as, how to speak, how to start a fire, and how to read.
Class*: Monk
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 17
Appearance: He carries a highly decorated tome given to him by his mother. His robes are of no noble quality. He is lean and not strong. He has no stunning features compared to other denizens of Elibe; just an average-looking person with an abnormal backround.
Clothes: He wears white robes. But, unlike other monks, his robes are bulky. The clothing under his robes consists of a white shirt and brown hose and are of averagequality.
Born in**: Unknown.
Story***: Perrin awoke on the beach on the northern coast of Ilia. He looked up and saw the sun was past its zenith. Cold and slightly wet, and not remembering anything, including his name and how he washed up there, he trudged through the snow in search of civilization. The sun was at the top of the trees when he decided to rest. He leaned against a tree, and thought about how he developed amnesia, and if he would recover his lost memories. Curious and more than a little bored, he looked through the thick book he had been carrying, which had many ornate whorls and a milky white opal stud on the cover. When he opened the book he saw the name "Perrin", and guessed that it was his name. The rest of the book contained light magical spells suited to those of mediocre skill.
Perrin continued to trudge through the snow. As night approached, clouds swept in and they threatened to storm. He quickened his pace, afraid of what might happen if he was caught in a blizzard.
Right before it was dark, he searched his tome for a simple light spell. He broke off a branch from a nearby dead tree. Then, he tore a small piece of his robe off, and searched several pine trees for pitch. The pitchy cloth now around the branch he incanted the spell, focusing his light energy on the branch. Fire sprouted on
the cloth, and quickly spread. Satisfied, Perrin continued to walk for a while. Then, his worst fear came true: snow started to fall. As soon as he saw the snow, he knew he would end up walking in circles. His hope started to waver, but he continued to stumble through the snow.
After he walked for what he assumed an hour, his exhaustion was slowing him down greatly. He could go on no longer, so he let his torch go out, and sat down. Perrin, if that really was his name, put his hands in his lap, and let despair and misery roll over him. However, he did not let his eyes adapt to the darkness, and as a result did not see the light that was nearby. He stood up and stumbled towards the faint glow, tripping and almost fainting several times. When he came closer to what he assumed was a torch, as now there were many points of light, he could see a house. Perrin scrambled through the few snow drifts that separated him from the house and, with all his remaining strength, struck the door three times. Then his vision blurred and everything went black.
"Perrin, quickly grab your things, and take this book," his mother said, handing him a heavy tome. Perrin took the book, and started to gather his things, hearing the distant screams of people. Suddenly, the front door crashed open, and a large, hulking figure stepped through the doorway. His mother was the nearest to the
entrance, so the large man grabbed her, and yelled for more of his men to grab Perrin.
"Run to the boat, Perrin!" was all she could say before the men came running through the door. Perrin sprinted out the back door, stifling a small whimper for his poor mother.
He woke up in an unfamiliar bed, his book sitting near him on a bed-side table. "So my name is Perrin, and my village was attacked by someone..." Perrin said quietly to himself. He also remembered some of his early childhood memories, those of his mother and father, whom he deduced as being the village priests. He remembered learning to read and write as a small child, and even practicing magic. As his age increased his yearning for knowledge also increased. At the age of thirteen, he could remember reading the most formidable, and thickest of books. However, he could not remember reading anything on the history of his village.
A woman came into the room then, and asked Perrin if he was feeling better. "You've been asleep for five days now," the woman said "and you're lucky to be alive, walking around in a blizzard like that." The woman asked if he would like some food for the road, and Perrin accepted. After eating his full he packed his food and tome in the rucksack the woman gave him. Thanking the woman for all her help, he left.
Closing the door behind him, Perrin stepped out in the snow, and almost fell over. He was still weak, but he had to keep traveling, to explore the world in search of his lost memories. And maybe I can find my parents and some friends along the way, he thought.
Personality: Perrin is an enjoyable person, and is very scholarly. He is subject to random revelations where he will remember his misplaced memories. After these revelations his personality may change slightly, as he has remembered a piece of his lost self. Perrin does remember procedural memories, such as, how to speak, how to start a fire, and how to read.