Post by Bladedwind on Jan 8, 2008 9:34:50 GMT 10
((Please let me know if anything is wrong with the profile and I will happily make any needed changes.)
Name: Kalindas Fairbreeze (Nickname is Kal)
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Allegiance:Ice Warrior
Race:Light Elf
Class:Warrior
Weapons of Choice: Kalindas wields only one weapon, and that is the longsword. He wields it one handed, as he carries a large shield on his left arm.The shield is large and elegant in design, being somewhat oval shaped, and the bottom of the shield has what resembles two blades. These are actually part of the shield, crafted so that there is no space in between said blades. Both blades are sharpened facing away from each other. This allows the shield to be used for offense as well as defense, but is not a very graceful way to dispatch a foe.
Pet:Currently None
Inn:Currently None
Ship: Currently None
Wings:None
Appearance: Kalindas is so handsome he almost appears to be beautiful, even in terms of the elven. His hair is long and blond in color, the texture of silk. His skin is fair and, but not smooth like most elves, as he is accustomed to wearing armor and wielding a weapon, his hands being callused and his body bearing several small battle scars. His eyes are a deep emerald green, and are usually hard as stone, set on whatever they are gazing at firmly. His armor is red and has many decorative golden lines on it, with a red gemstone set in the center of his chest piece. Over his shoulders, he wears a long flowing cape befitting a commander, black in color.
(PICTURE CREDIT GOES TO THE ARTIST hclark ON DEVIANTART!!)
Personality:Kalindas doesn't act like any elf that anyone has ever seen. In fact, Kalindas can be considered a black sheep by many. He is not fond of extravagant airs of nobility or superiority, an attitude that many light elves show towards humans. Although fair in speech, Kalindas does not enjoy beating around the bush, and if it comes to asking for a favor or reporting on urgent matters, he'll cut to the heart of the matter instead of bothering with technicalities or sweet wording. A major fault that he has is his view on life; he is a black and white thinker, and has a hard time seeing the gray in between, having a mindset based on right and wrong according to the law. The most unusually thing about Kalindas, however, is his mannerisms towards war. Most of elven kind is known for there distaste in war; Kalindas seems right at home on the battlefield, issuing orders and fighting on the front. While his overall personality earns him a degree of respect from his allies, his own kind few him as a strange elf who has strayed from their beliefs, so he usually does not get along with many of his own kind at all.
Role-Play Sample:
Kalindas Fairbreeze was a well known name in the Kingdom of Ice. Right now, he was not high in rank, simply a Lieutenant, nor were his exploits legendary, although they could be seen as commendable. There was no tale or song of glory about him at all, at least not yet. And yet Kalindas was well known in the city of Elïna as the oddest Light Elf the world had ever seen. Women adored his looks, but they found him indifferent to most manners of flirting, giving only polite remarks towards them or the occasional courtly bow. He paid attention to the many things an elf would admire, such as the perfection of a rose petal or the pureness and grace of snow petals. And yet, despite this very elven attitude towards things in nature, he acted much like a human in his speech and mannerisms, and unlike his kinfolk, did not speak ill of humans.
Today, Kalindas was stationed at a small outpost near a small village. A blizzard was blowing strong, the fierce icy winds blowing his fair hair around wildly. The storm obscured sight, even sight as keen as his, making miles of the icy plain practically invisible. When he had first come to the land of Ice, he was not accustomed to the freezing cold. Now, however, Kalindas did not mind of a fierce storm such as this.
The elven warrior had been stationed here at this small, lightly manned outpost to investigate and deal with the problem of brigands raiding nearby settlements. Former Ice Warriors, these bandits used blizzards for cover, much like the one raging that day. They struck without warning, killing and looting all that stand before them, then leave just as quickly as they had come. It was not an easy assignment to deal with, and Kalindas's superiors knew that. This was more or less a suicide mission, with only a handful of soldiers and bleak odds, assigned by officers who disliked the elf. Yet he would complete his duty nonetheless, determined to live and report his success.
Suddenly, from the the confines of the blizzard, a hatchet suddenly flew as if from nowhere, spinning straight for Kalindas's face. Surprised, he hastily brought up his shield, barely avoided the death blow as the weapon clattered to the ground. Their element of stealth and surprise ruined by the elf's quick reaction, the brignads charged forward, yelling their battle cries, and set upon Kalindas even as he drew his sword with a ringing chime. They wore no armor, opting intsead for wolf hides and furs for warmth and mobility. They were, however, armed to the teeth with weapons.
Drawn by the noises, the other soldiers came running, weapons drawn and ready to strike. Kalindas himself drew first blood, blocking parrying an incoming sword with his own, them stabbing them in the gut with the end of his shield. Battle was now joined, and Kalindas was now in his element. Raising his sword, he gave out a rallying cry.
"To me! Come to me for victory!!!"
(I suppose you want me to add "A Storm is Coming")
Name: Kalindas Fairbreeze (Nickname is Kal)
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Allegiance:Ice Warrior
Race:Light Elf
Class:Warrior
Weapons of Choice: Kalindas wields only one weapon, and that is the longsword. He wields it one handed, as he carries a large shield on his left arm.The shield is large and elegant in design, being somewhat oval shaped, and the bottom of the shield has what resembles two blades. These are actually part of the shield, crafted so that there is no space in between said blades. Both blades are sharpened facing away from each other. This allows the shield to be used for offense as well as defense, but is not a very graceful way to dispatch a foe.
Pet:Currently None
Inn:Currently None
Ship: Currently None
Wings:None
Appearance: Kalindas is so handsome he almost appears to be beautiful, even in terms of the elven. His hair is long and blond in color, the texture of silk. His skin is fair and, but not smooth like most elves, as he is accustomed to wearing armor and wielding a weapon, his hands being callused and his body bearing several small battle scars. His eyes are a deep emerald green, and are usually hard as stone, set on whatever they are gazing at firmly. His armor is red and has many decorative golden lines on it, with a red gemstone set in the center of his chest piece. Over his shoulders, he wears a long flowing cape befitting a commander, black in color.
(PICTURE CREDIT GOES TO THE ARTIST hclark ON DEVIANTART!!)Personality:Kalindas doesn't act like any elf that anyone has ever seen. In fact, Kalindas can be considered a black sheep by many. He is not fond of extravagant airs of nobility or superiority, an attitude that many light elves show towards humans. Although fair in speech, Kalindas does not enjoy beating around the bush, and if it comes to asking for a favor or reporting on urgent matters, he'll cut to the heart of the matter instead of bothering with technicalities or sweet wording. A major fault that he has is his view on life; he is a black and white thinker, and has a hard time seeing the gray in between, having a mindset based on right and wrong according to the law. The most unusually thing about Kalindas, however, is his mannerisms towards war. Most of elven kind is known for there distaste in war; Kalindas seems right at home on the battlefield, issuing orders and fighting on the front. While his overall personality earns him a degree of respect from his allies, his own kind few him as a strange elf who has strayed from their beliefs, so he usually does not get along with many of his own kind at all.
Role-Play Sample:
Kalindas Fairbreeze was a well known name in the Kingdom of Ice. Right now, he was not high in rank, simply a Lieutenant, nor were his exploits legendary, although they could be seen as commendable. There was no tale or song of glory about him at all, at least not yet. And yet Kalindas was well known in the city of Elïna as the oddest Light Elf the world had ever seen. Women adored his looks, but they found him indifferent to most manners of flirting, giving only polite remarks towards them or the occasional courtly bow. He paid attention to the many things an elf would admire, such as the perfection of a rose petal or the pureness and grace of snow petals. And yet, despite this very elven attitude towards things in nature, he acted much like a human in his speech and mannerisms, and unlike his kinfolk, did not speak ill of humans.
Today, Kalindas was stationed at a small outpost near a small village. A blizzard was blowing strong, the fierce icy winds blowing his fair hair around wildly. The storm obscured sight, even sight as keen as his, making miles of the icy plain practically invisible. When he had first come to the land of Ice, he was not accustomed to the freezing cold. Now, however, Kalindas did not mind of a fierce storm such as this.
The elven warrior had been stationed here at this small, lightly manned outpost to investigate and deal with the problem of brigands raiding nearby settlements. Former Ice Warriors, these bandits used blizzards for cover, much like the one raging that day. They struck without warning, killing and looting all that stand before them, then leave just as quickly as they had come. It was not an easy assignment to deal with, and Kalindas's superiors knew that. This was more or less a suicide mission, with only a handful of soldiers and bleak odds, assigned by officers who disliked the elf. Yet he would complete his duty nonetheless, determined to live and report his success.
Suddenly, from the the confines of the blizzard, a hatchet suddenly flew as if from nowhere, spinning straight for Kalindas's face. Surprised, he hastily brought up his shield, barely avoided the death blow as the weapon clattered to the ground. Their element of stealth and surprise ruined by the elf's quick reaction, the brignads charged forward, yelling their battle cries, and set upon Kalindas even as he drew his sword with a ringing chime. They wore no armor, opting intsead for wolf hides and furs for warmth and mobility. They were, however, armed to the teeth with weapons.
Drawn by the noises, the other soldiers came running, weapons drawn and ready to strike. Kalindas himself drew first blood, blocking parrying an incoming sword with his own, them stabbing them in the gut with the end of his shield. Battle was now joined, and Kalindas was now in his element. Raising his sword, he gave out a rallying cry.
"To me! Come to me for victory!!!"
(I suppose you want me to add "A Storm is Coming")
