Post by Dagwyn on Aug 2, 2007 5:10:22 GMT 10
Name: Dagwyn
Age: 17 soon to be 18
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Drifter
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Weapons of Choice: Dagwyn wields a sword called Wargfang, as it has the head of a wolf engraved on the handguard. It is a sword that allows the user to wield it with both hands, but it can also be wielded with one hand. It is not particularly heavy, and is good for fast fighting. It is said to house a spirit. He also carries a hunting dagger.
Pet: None
Inn: None
Ship: None
Wings: None
Appearance: Dagwyn is a tall youth, about 191cm in height, weighing about 95 kg. He has short brown hair, mostly with a red bandana tied around his head, and blue eyes. He has light skin, but not as pale as many of the inhabitants of the North. Dagwyn has a very serious face and can be recognized by a long, slightly red scar near his collarbone. He usually wears the following:
Head: A red bandana.
Torso: A gray linen shirt, a fur vest, together with a long oilskin coat with many pockets.
Hands: Fingerless leather gloves.
Legs: A pair of wide gray pants with leather reinforcements at the sides, and a leather belt.
Feet: Leather boots.
Personality: Dagwyn has a serious face, but tends to be quite cheerful. He tries to act friendly and non-hostile to everyone he meets, due to his philosophy of never make enemies unless it’s necessary. Still, he can be quite sarcastic if the mood hits him, something he does with people that appear to be REAL stupid or arrogant, or just for the heck of it. Even though he is usually very calm, he can become quite enraged and angry, to the point of danger, especially if he becomes frustrated.
Dagwyn is a skilled combatant, and is good at fighting in small group over small distances. He can move fast trough many different types of terrain to find his target. The young fighter combines swordsmanship with hand-to-hand combat, using kicks, elbows, knees, punches and throws to take out his opponents. He is also a dirty fighter if he has to. Head butting his opponent or kneeing them in the groin is standard tactics to him. Despite all this he has his problems. Dagwyn is hesitant to kill, which makes it hard for him to function as a soldier. He prefers fighting one-on-one, or in small parties. Large scale battles are something he tries to stay away from. He is also unfamiliar with most types of full or heavy armour.
Dagwyn combines swordsmanship with hand-to-hand combat, using kicks, elbows, knees, punches and throws to take out his opponents. He is also a dirty fighter if he has to. Head butting his opponent or kneeing them in the groin is standard tactics to him.
As with all other people there are things that Dagwyn likes and dislikes, and they are as following: He likes friendly people, food, animals, sleeping, good craftsmanship and storytellers. He dislikes unfriendly people, killing, thugs, bugs, intense heat and deep water.
Role-Play Sample: “Still, I don’t think we all have to contribute to that way of thinking my friend.” Dagwyn answered with a serious tone. Teiko grabbed him by the neck and rubbed his head, before letting him go with a laugh. “Then why did you choose to become a mercenary? Playing soldier-for-hire seems like an odd line of work for someone with your way of thinking.” “Because that’s all he’s good at Teiko.” A woman had appeared behind them. She carried a sword quite similar to Dagwyn’s own. “Good morning to you too Rana.” She walked up to Teiko.
A group of four came walking from the forest, two males and two females. One was a fully grown man and carried a halberd, while the other was a boy only a little younger than Dagwyn; he carried two shorter blades, one sheathed at each leg. One of the females, the sibling of the boy, had a boy and a dagger. The woman appeared to be unarmed. “Leave him alone Rana. Many people are good at something they don’t want too. You strive to become known for your skill with the blade, though everyone in this group knows your cooking skills are much more advanced.” This remark appeared to annoy Rana. Dagwyn moved closer to her with a smile. “We couldn’t survive without you. As for the fighting, you’ll get better with training and experience.”
“Shouldn’t we be moving soon Teiko. There’s bound to be some place where we can find work that suit’s us.” This was the boy talking. The sound of a twig snapping made everybody draw their weapons, forming a circle and watching the forest around them. Then, out of the trees and bushes came a man. He was clad polished plate armour and wielding a large claymore. “Mercenaries. Scum. This is where you die.” And from behind the man came a large group of warriors, clad in chainmail and helmets.
Age: 17 soon to be 18
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Drifter
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Weapons of Choice: Dagwyn wields a sword called Wargfang, as it has the head of a wolf engraved on the handguard. It is a sword that allows the user to wield it with both hands, but it can also be wielded with one hand. It is not particularly heavy, and is good for fast fighting. It is said to house a spirit. He also carries a hunting dagger.
Pet: None
Inn: None
Ship: None
Wings: None
Appearance: Dagwyn is a tall youth, about 191cm in height, weighing about 95 kg. He has short brown hair, mostly with a red bandana tied around his head, and blue eyes. He has light skin, but not as pale as many of the inhabitants of the North. Dagwyn has a very serious face and can be recognized by a long, slightly red scar near his collarbone. He usually wears the following:
Head: A red bandana.
Torso: A gray linen shirt, a fur vest, together with a long oilskin coat with many pockets.
Hands: Fingerless leather gloves.
Legs: A pair of wide gray pants with leather reinforcements at the sides, and a leather belt.
Feet: Leather boots.
Personality: Dagwyn has a serious face, but tends to be quite cheerful. He tries to act friendly and non-hostile to everyone he meets, due to his philosophy of never make enemies unless it’s necessary. Still, he can be quite sarcastic if the mood hits him, something he does with people that appear to be REAL stupid or arrogant, or just for the heck of it. Even though he is usually very calm, he can become quite enraged and angry, to the point of danger, especially if he becomes frustrated.
Dagwyn is a skilled combatant, and is good at fighting in small group over small distances. He can move fast trough many different types of terrain to find his target. The young fighter combines swordsmanship with hand-to-hand combat, using kicks, elbows, knees, punches and throws to take out his opponents. He is also a dirty fighter if he has to. Head butting his opponent or kneeing them in the groin is standard tactics to him. Despite all this he has his problems. Dagwyn is hesitant to kill, which makes it hard for him to function as a soldier. He prefers fighting one-on-one, or in small parties. Large scale battles are something he tries to stay away from. He is also unfamiliar with most types of full or heavy armour.
Dagwyn combines swordsmanship with hand-to-hand combat, using kicks, elbows, knees, punches and throws to take out his opponents. He is also a dirty fighter if he has to. Head butting his opponent or kneeing them in the groin is standard tactics to him.
As with all other people there are things that Dagwyn likes and dislikes, and they are as following: He likes friendly people, food, animals, sleeping, good craftsmanship and storytellers. He dislikes unfriendly people, killing, thugs, bugs, intense heat and deep water.
Role-Play Sample: “Still, I don’t think we all have to contribute to that way of thinking my friend.” Dagwyn answered with a serious tone. Teiko grabbed him by the neck and rubbed his head, before letting him go with a laugh. “Then why did you choose to become a mercenary? Playing soldier-for-hire seems like an odd line of work for someone with your way of thinking.” “Because that’s all he’s good at Teiko.” A woman had appeared behind them. She carried a sword quite similar to Dagwyn’s own. “Good morning to you too Rana.” She walked up to Teiko.
A group of four came walking from the forest, two males and two females. One was a fully grown man and carried a halberd, while the other was a boy only a little younger than Dagwyn; he carried two shorter blades, one sheathed at each leg. One of the females, the sibling of the boy, had a boy and a dagger. The woman appeared to be unarmed. “Leave him alone Rana. Many people are good at something they don’t want too. You strive to become known for your skill with the blade, though everyone in this group knows your cooking skills are much more advanced.” This remark appeared to annoy Rana. Dagwyn moved closer to her with a smile. “We couldn’t survive without you. As for the fighting, you’ll get better with training and experience.”
“Shouldn’t we be moving soon Teiko. There’s bound to be some place where we can find work that suit’s us.” This was the boy talking. The sound of a twig snapping made everybody draw their weapons, forming a circle and watching the forest around them. Then, out of the trees and bushes came a man. He was clad polished plate armour and wielding a large claymore. “Mercenaries. Scum. This is where you die.” And from behind the man came a large group of warriors, clad in chainmail and helmets.
