Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Oct 18, 2010 7:52:05 GMT -6
Player’s Name: Marcos
Display Name: Diego
Player's Gender: Male
Roleplay Experience: Some
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Name: Diego
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Appearance: Stands at about six feet in height, somewhat stocky, though not terribly pudgy. Scruffy yet clean black hair. Olive skin, hazel eyes, strong looking chin, somewhat bulbous nose. Distinct patches of darker skin around the top of his cheeks, obvious scar starting at his chin going along the jaw line. Clad in mostly leather armor worn over a long sleeve cloth shirt, cloth pants with leather armor patches sown in, leather boots, leather belt with a few pouches.
Personality: Quiet, straightforward, not very talkative. Doesn't seem anti-social in particular, more just on the move. With acquaintances, is friendly and social, enjoying conversation and a good joke.
Biography: Born in another land, raised in a small mountain village, Diego led a life that was poor in material value, yet rich with love and friendship. His mother died at childbirth, his father one of the farmers who provided the village its crops, he was never-the-less surrounded by other children, his particular village not under any kingdom's rule. Growing up, he participated in the usual activities, all the while learning his father's trade so as to someday take his place. That all changed one day....
At the age of 14, he accompanied his father and a few other village men, off to take some crops to trade for supplies at one of the larger, more populated towns inside of the closest kingdom. While there, an arrogant young squire sneered and commented on his strange clothing and his appearance. Diego, who was unfamiliar with knights and class, with what many would say his 'place' was in society, let his anger get the best of him. The young squire's master was amused by the whole scene, and rather then punish Diego for his actions, was instead impressed that a poor farm child, with no knowledge of the combat arts, gave his squire such a beating.
Though his father was hesitant, it was Diego's insistence and desire to learn that convinced him to let his son go under the tutelage of Sir Creston. Leaving, he made a promise to return one day and bring honor and pride to his village. His teenage years flew by, as he was harshly treated by fellow squires, and yet he was not discouraged. When he turned twenty, he had finally attained knighthood, and more importantly, the respect of his peers. Though, this dream would only last so long....
Sample: With a quiet sigh and a frustrated groan, he walked along the dock toward town. "Well, the boat ride could have been worse, I suppose" he had thought to himself while looking for the nearest inn. He dragged his possessions behind him, his large iron case strapped firmly to his back, which seemed a burden after such a long trip. Stopped for a few moments, frustrated and somewhat confused, he gave in and asked what appeared to be a town guardsman for directions
"Excuse me, sir, could you please point out the nearest Inn?" He asked with as polite a tone as he could muster. He took in the directions given to him and with a simple thanks, he went along in hopes that he could soon catch some rest. Having found the inn, he didn't waste any time, and had set down a small pouch of coin on the table "I trust this covers a few nights in a decent room?" he said quite confidently, and did seem very sure the amount covered the expense and then some.
Status: APPROVED
Display Name: Diego
Player's Gender: Male
Roleplay Experience: Some
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Name: Diego
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Appearance: Stands at about six feet in height, somewhat stocky, though not terribly pudgy. Scruffy yet clean black hair. Olive skin, hazel eyes, strong looking chin, somewhat bulbous nose. Distinct patches of darker skin around the top of his cheeks, obvious scar starting at his chin going along the jaw line. Clad in mostly leather armor worn over a long sleeve cloth shirt, cloth pants with leather armor patches sown in, leather boots, leather belt with a few pouches.
Personality: Quiet, straightforward, not very talkative. Doesn't seem anti-social in particular, more just on the move. With acquaintances, is friendly and social, enjoying conversation and a good joke.
Biography: Born in another land, raised in a small mountain village, Diego led a life that was poor in material value, yet rich with love and friendship. His mother died at childbirth, his father one of the farmers who provided the village its crops, he was never-the-less surrounded by other children, his particular village not under any kingdom's rule. Growing up, he participated in the usual activities, all the while learning his father's trade so as to someday take his place. That all changed one day....
At the age of 14, he accompanied his father and a few other village men, off to take some crops to trade for supplies at one of the larger, more populated towns inside of the closest kingdom. While there, an arrogant young squire sneered and commented on his strange clothing and his appearance. Diego, who was unfamiliar with knights and class, with what many would say his 'place' was in society, let his anger get the best of him. The young squire's master was amused by the whole scene, and rather then punish Diego for his actions, was instead impressed that a poor farm child, with no knowledge of the combat arts, gave his squire such a beating.
Though his father was hesitant, it was Diego's insistence and desire to learn that convinced him to let his son go under the tutelage of Sir Creston. Leaving, he made a promise to return one day and bring honor and pride to his village. His teenage years flew by, as he was harshly treated by fellow squires, and yet he was not discouraged. When he turned twenty, he had finally attained knighthood, and more importantly, the respect of his peers. Though, this dream would only last so long....
Sample: With a quiet sigh and a frustrated groan, he walked along the dock toward town. "Well, the boat ride could have been worse, I suppose" he had thought to himself while looking for the nearest inn. He dragged his possessions behind him, his large iron case strapped firmly to his back, which seemed a burden after such a long trip. Stopped for a few moments, frustrated and somewhat confused, he gave in and asked what appeared to be a town guardsman for directions
"Excuse me, sir, could you please point out the nearest Inn?" He asked with as polite a tone as he could muster. He took in the directions given to him and with a simple thanks, he went along in hopes that he could soon catch some rest. Having found the inn, he didn't waste any time, and had set down a small pouch of coin on the table "I trust this covers a few nights in a decent room?" he said quite confidently, and did seem very sure the amount covered the expense and then some.
Status: APPROVED