Jason
Dec 27, 2012 19:27:03 GMT -6
Post by Jason on Dec 27, 2012 19:27:03 GMT -6
Name: Jason
Class: Novice --> Mercenary --> Hero
Hair Color:Dark brown
Eye color: Dark Brown
Age:15
Appearance:Around 5' 11" tall, usually wearing very plain clothing, Short brown hair, brown eyes, has a scar on his chin,Has a medium build, he usually has a very sloppy and lazy look to him.
Born in: Bern
Story: He was born the youngest of three siblings to a middle class family. He lived in the shadow of his siblings as long as he has lived. His older brother was a perfect gentleman to every one to he met. His sister was known throughout the village as that young lady who helped to heal the sick.
Jason on the other hand was "That kid who chased squirells aound with a stick." The amount of times he'd gotten the whole "Why can't you be more like your siblings." speech was in numbers beyond belief. Not to mention the village kids were none to kind to him.
By the time he was 13 these speeches were really starting to get to him. He was so sick of constantly being compared to his 'perfect older siblings'. So he decided he needed to find something to do with his life, and being a gentleman was out of the question, healing the sick was greatly beyond his scope of capabilities.
Then while he was chasing a, squirell it hit him what he should do.
An older kid had him pinned against a wall, interrupting his squirell chasing.A thought entered his head all of a sudden. He was still carrying that stick he was chasing Squirells with. Suddenly before he could stop himself he felt the stick hit the older boy right in the side of the head.
Despite all the trouble he got into for his actions that day he knew what it was he wated to do with his life. He never wanted to be pushed around like that again, and the way that stick felt in his hand as he swung was just somehow natural, he wanted to be a swordsman.
Afterwards he spent his day chasing squirells no longer he went looking for someone to teach him how to use a sword. After a whole year, he finally found someone who was willig to teach him to use a sword.
However he learned little more than how to hold a sword before his master fell ill and passed away.
So at the age of 15 he left his home with a sword and some basic supplies, telling his family he would come back a skilled swordsman or not at all.
Items: Iron Sword, and a Vulnerary
Class: Novice --> Mercenary --> Hero
Hair Color:Dark brown
Eye color: Dark Brown
Age:15
Appearance:Around 5' 11" tall, usually wearing very plain clothing, Short brown hair, brown eyes, has a scar on his chin,Has a medium build, he usually has a very sloppy and lazy look to him.
Born in: Bern
Story: He was born the youngest of three siblings to a middle class family. He lived in the shadow of his siblings as long as he has lived. His older brother was a perfect gentleman to every one to he met. His sister was known throughout the village as that young lady who helped to heal the sick.
Jason on the other hand was "That kid who chased squirells aound with a stick." The amount of times he'd gotten the whole "Why can't you be more like your siblings." speech was in numbers beyond belief. Not to mention the village kids were none to kind to him.
By the time he was 13 these speeches were really starting to get to him. He was so sick of constantly being compared to his 'perfect older siblings'. So he decided he needed to find something to do with his life, and being a gentleman was out of the question, healing the sick was greatly beyond his scope of capabilities.
Then while he was chasing a, squirell it hit him what he should do.
An older kid had him pinned against a wall, interrupting his squirell chasing.A thought entered his head all of a sudden. He was still carrying that stick he was chasing Squirells with. Suddenly before he could stop himself he felt the stick hit the older boy right in the side of the head.
Despite all the trouble he got into for his actions that day he knew what it was he wated to do with his life. He never wanted to be pushed around like that again, and the way that stick felt in his hand as he swung was just somehow natural, he wanted to be a swordsman.
Afterwards he spent his day chasing squirells no longer he went looking for someone to teach him how to use a sword. After a whole year, he finally found someone who was willig to teach him to use a sword.
However he learned little more than how to hold a sword before his master fell ill and passed away.
So at the age of 15 he left his home with a sword and some basic supplies, telling his family he would come back a skilled swordsman or not at all.
Items: Iron Sword, and a Vulnerary