Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 23:36:21 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Rigel Hawke
Race: Half-Elkagr
Ethnicity: High
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Eyes: Gray-Greenish
Hair: Light Ash Brown
Class/Occupation: Craftsman/Mage
Nobility: Very Little
Starting Morality: Pure Hearted
Faction: Neutral/RJG
Languages: Cruic
Appearance:
He looks absolutely non-threatening.
Which is absolutely true.
He has a constantly mellow smile on his face, an expression that belies nothing different underneath. He's a very open person, and his emotions are visible on his face (like most elves). His ears are quite obviously pointed, but without pronounced length. His hair is a shade of ash perfectly in between his father's brown and his mother's blonde. His eyes, too, are between his father's hazel and his mother's gray-blue--a sort of conglomeration, in the end, of every eye color. In his eyes are a potent yearning for adventure, a thirst for knowledge that has so far remained completely unquenched. He wants to learn. And, to him, every experience can be a learning experience.
He generally dresses well--though being poor, and still learning how to camp, he might be in a rough state when he reaches Cruinthe. He wants to be a warrior, eventually, but the only muscle he's built up has been from his apprenticeships. While he's been on the butt end of quite a few sticks, he's never intentionally hurt anyone.
Personality:
He was never educated, and sure--he's a bit naive. But he has a heart of gold; never would he treat any of his bullies growing up with a harsh word, even when they tormented him. Besides that, he has the drive to follow the pursuit of the family's lost ancestry. He's very genuine--he never learned how to lie. He's down to earth, and thinks about things in a very straightforward way. Which means he doesn't really come up with clever plans, either, but he can see the holes in someone else's "Grand Strategy." He doesn't stay around people who hurt him, but doesn't stress about it either--what's done is done, and he knows not to trust those who make themselves untrustworthy. In general, he has this happy-go-lucky, flexible attitude, and it has treated him well in life. He always wants to learn, and will seek out any opportunity he can to learn from others.
History:
See, about 200 years ago, the Hawke family came to Cahalia, and started writing plays, stories, and songs. They made art, including some nice statues. For a while, they set up galleries in local shops, until they could build a theatre--of their own architectural design--and started performances, galleries, and art shows there, while they arranged a deal with a printing press to publish their works throughout Cahalia. Their sudden rise to fame was cut short only five years after their entrance, when Julgrava's army of knowledge-destruction finally made their way to the southern kingdom.
The Hawkes had undeniably spread a certain progressive culture throughout the Kingdoms just before Julgrava's reign of terror. Slowly, society began to rebuild, on a foundation fresh in the citizenry's memory. They modeled the characters in the plays and books they had last read, and created their own narrative, the only way they knew how--oral tradition. Now, the stories of the Hawke family are the stories of the new Cahalia.
But the Hawkes' part in the revolution was forgotten. No one remembered who wrote the dramas and love songs. The Hawkes, destroyed by the erasure of their attributed lives' works, generally wasted money and drank themselves into disrepair--and disrepute. It was said, in years passing, that a Hawke could be found on every street corner. Their elven blood had bred out of them, but after a few generations, so had the alcoholism.
Torin Hawke grew up in a village, born to two dirt-poor farmers. The only thing he ever owned was a steel harp; he learned how to play it like it was the last thing he would ever do. One fine day, he had dragged the thing to the village square, and played so well, he attracted the attentions of a local elf maiden, the daughter of emissaries from the Elven lands. The two eloped to Cahalia City, with nothing but the harp.
To buy an apartment, Torin sold his precious harp. When the pair had a son, Torin filled his head with all the tales he'd heard as a child, and his elven mother did the same--although, her sharing was a little less fantastic, and a little more matter-of-fact. She wanted to be truthful, not fantastic, about the elven heritage. It was all she could do to balance her lack of love for her own parents with the strong elven upbringing they had given her.
Their son was named Rigel, and he was their only. As he grew up, he was taunted for being a Hawke by birth, and never went to school. He took up apprenticeship jobs, instead, and learned how to craft. The bullies pursued him even then, so he learned how to be tough or flee. The stories of rebellion in Cruinthe were brewing as he neared adulthood, and finally, he couldn't stand living in Cahalia City anymore. He needed to break out of it.
His father had told him of the great castle in the ancient Hawke lands--"where the forest breaks and man's wall stands." So one day, Rigel packed his bags, kissed his mother and father good bye, and through the tears, told them he was going back--more than just to find the Hawke family's origins, back when they were good--to find a new life for himself, where he could find a steady job, and his children could be educated.
Here, in Cahalia, there was nothing for him. In Cruinthe lay infinity.
Name: Rigel Hawke
Race: Half-Elkagr
Ethnicity: High
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Eyes: Gray-Greenish
Hair: Light Ash Brown
Class/Occupation: Craftsman/Mage
Nobility: Very Little
Starting Morality: Pure Hearted
Faction: Neutral/RJG
Languages: Cruic
Appearance:
He looks absolutely non-threatening.
Which is absolutely true.
He has a constantly mellow smile on his face, an expression that belies nothing different underneath. He's a very open person, and his emotions are visible on his face (like most elves). His ears are quite obviously pointed, but without pronounced length. His hair is a shade of ash perfectly in between his father's brown and his mother's blonde. His eyes, too, are between his father's hazel and his mother's gray-blue--a sort of conglomeration, in the end, of every eye color. In his eyes are a potent yearning for adventure, a thirst for knowledge that has so far remained completely unquenched. He wants to learn. And, to him, every experience can be a learning experience.
He generally dresses well--though being poor, and still learning how to camp, he might be in a rough state when he reaches Cruinthe. He wants to be a warrior, eventually, but the only muscle he's built up has been from his apprenticeships. While he's been on the butt end of quite a few sticks, he's never intentionally hurt anyone.
Personality:
He was never educated, and sure--he's a bit naive. But he has a heart of gold; never would he treat any of his bullies growing up with a harsh word, even when they tormented him. Besides that, he has the drive to follow the pursuit of the family's lost ancestry. He's very genuine--he never learned how to lie. He's down to earth, and thinks about things in a very straightforward way. Which means he doesn't really come up with clever plans, either, but he can see the holes in someone else's "Grand Strategy." He doesn't stay around people who hurt him, but doesn't stress about it either--what's done is done, and he knows not to trust those who make themselves untrustworthy. In general, he has this happy-go-lucky, flexible attitude, and it has treated him well in life. He always wants to learn, and will seek out any opportunity he can to learn from others.
History:
See, about 200 years ago, the Hawke family came to Cahalia, and started writing plays, stories, and songs. They made art, including some nice statues. For a while, they set up galleries in local shops, until they could build a theatre--of their own architectural design--and started performances, galleries, and art shows there, while they arranged a deal with a printing press to publish their works throughout Cahalia. Their sudden rise to fame was cut short only five years after their entrance, when Julgrava's army of knowledge-destruction finally made their way to the southern kingdom.
The Hawkes had undeniably spread a certain progressive culture throughout the Kingdoms just before Julgrava's reign of terror. Slowly, society began to rebuild, on a foundation fresh in the citizenry's memory. They modeled the characters in the plays and books they had last read, and created their own narrative, the only way they knew how--oral tradition. Now, the stories of the Hawke family are the stories of the new Cahalia.
But the Hawkes' part in the revolution was forgotten. No one remembered who wrote the dramas and love songs. The Hawkes, destroyed by the erasure of their attributed lives' works, generally wasted money and drank themselves into disrepair--and disrepute. It was said, in years passing, that a Hawke could be found on every street corner. Their elven blood had bred out of them, but after a few generations, so had the alcoholism.
Torin Hawke grew up in a village, born to two dirt-poor farmers. The only thing he ever owned was a steel harp; he learned how to play it like it was the last thing he would ever do. One fine day, he had dragged the thing to the village square, and played so well, he attracted the attentions of a local elf maiden, the daughter of emissaries from the Elven lands. The two eloped to Cahalia City, with nothing but the harp.
To buy an apartment, Torin sold his precious harp. When the pair had a son, Torin filled his head with all the tales he'd heard as a child, and his elven mother did the same--although, her sharing was a little less fantastic, and a little more matter-of-fact. She wanted to be truthful, not fantastic, about the elven heritage. It was all she could do to balance her lack of love for her own parents with the strong elven upbringing they had given her.
Their son was named Rigel, and he was their only. As he grew up, he was taunted for being a Hawke by birth, and never went to school. He took up apprenticeship jobs, instead, and learned how to craft. The bullies pursued him even then, so he learned how to be tough or flee. The stories of rebellion in Cruinthe were brewing as he neared adulthood, and finally, he couldn't stand living in Cahalia City anymore. He needed to break out of it.
His father had told him of the great castle in the ancient Hawke lands--"where the forest breaks and man's wall stands." So one day, Rigel packed his bags, kissed his mother and father good bye, and through the tears, told them he was going back--more than just to find the Hawke family's origins, back when they were good--to find a new life for himself, where he could find a steady job, and his children could be educated.
Here, in Cahalia, there was nothing for him. In Cruinthe lay infinity.
