Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 20:18:16 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Jonathon Edgeley
Race: Half-elkagr (High-Elkagr)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 5 foot 11
Weight: 165lbs
Eyes: Black
Hair: Dark brown hair that is cut military style short
Class/Occupation: Mage/Fighter
Nobility: None
Starting Morality: Neutral
Faction: Sovereign Kingdom Of Cruinthe
Languages: Cruic
Appearance: Jonathon isn't a particularly tall man, nor does he look particularly threatening, he is of a solid frame but not particularly thick with muscle, if anything being slightly lacking in that department. His hair is cut military short due to his time spent in the military. If one looks into his eyes a hard gleam can be seen that reflects the torture and pain that he's been through in his life, they are the eyes of a broken soul trying to keep it all together, he has the pointed ears that give away his race but other than that he could be easily mistaken for a human.
Usually Jonathon can be seen wearing a plain black tunic with long sleeves and plain black trousers with slightly flared hems, on the ring finger of his left hand he wears a small golden ring with a silver flower on it as a reminder of his past, although when in combat he will take it off.
When he is fighting Jonathon tends to wear either a hood or a mask of some sort to conceal his identity, the mask changes at his whim as he has a small collection of them at his disposal, generally they involve some disturbing or frightening image designed to strike fear into his enemies, he will often also incorporate a cloak of some sort into his attire at that point.
If one were to see him when he was not wearing a tunic they would see that the majority of his body is covered in horrible scars and burns, his flesh is a painting of old wounds made over a number of years when he was in the academy.
Personality: Jonathon is a man of wild emotions to say the least, at the smallest slight he has been known to kill a man should it be in his favour, although he is not without the intelligence to realise that sometimes causing harm to someone is not the correct answer and would be much more trouble than it is worth.
Upon first meeting someone he will act curteous towards them if only incase they should prove to be useful to him later, in most circumstances he will not be openly hostile towards a person although he will throw a few barbed comments and make jokes, in his normal state he is quite a happy and jovial man on the outside, whilst on the inside he cares not for other people and only for himself above all. Alliances he is willing to make so long as they suit him and he stands to gain something decent out of them, but a friendship with him is hard to come by, he does not have a great liking of people of any race unless they can offer him something that he needs.
He is quite happy to lie and bluff his way to get around people, if any contraband catches his fancy he'll take it for himself, for him the laws are guidelines, and the fact that he is part of the SKC does give him a certain degree of immunity, he can be quite crafty in how he does things, the dagger in the back can be just as effective as the sword to the face.
Jonathon above all else desires power, he seeks only to strengthen himself and will follow whatever path it is that will allow him to further advance towards his goal, happy to crush as many people under him as need be and trick or manipulate others to get his way. He is a perfectionist and a control freak, he likes to be in control of a situation at any given time and will freak out quite heavily if he is not and try to gain control.
History: Jonathon's life started off the same as it did for the children of most noble families, his parents owned a small estate in a duchy to the west, living comfortably with a few small villages to their land and ample enough income to entitle them to a large enough manor house and servants. He was set to have a bright future and had been brought up and groomed to be the next Lord of these lands, even if that wasn't particularly his wish. His wishes were just to be a big figure, an influential person of some sort when he was older.
For some reason that he did not understand his very early childhood took place only indoors, he was never allowed out into the gardens and so al l of the land outside of the manor house was a complete mystery to him, strange things would happen around him and he didn't know why, things would move or smash spontaneously. His parents told him it was for his own safety that he was kept inside as he'd damage things, but over the years it slowly got worse and worse until he was eventually at the point where he was kept in a solid stone room with only an uncomfortable bed for him.
At the age of 8 though things got even worse, Jonathon was curled up in his hard bed in the corner, fully immersed in his solitude when the large reinforced door to his room swung open and an unknown figure walked in. The man was tall, built thick as a brick wall and wearing a strange robe that instilled fear into Jonathon even if he didn't know what it was. A symbol of a snake eating it's own tail was on the robe, a symbol Jonathon would come to recognise for years after but at that time did not.
Jonathon struggled as the large man picked him up, carrying him out of the room and into the light, his parents standing nearby, "Don't worry Jonathon, it's for your own good, I promise, this is only to help you." She shouted to him as he was carried off to a waiting carriage, tears streaming down her face as his father stood by her, unable to look at his son as he was bundled into the carriage and off to Fordeth.
The next few years passed in a blur, Jonathon could not remember a single thing that had passed over those years, only the pain that he'd been through, the mental scars he carried would stay with him forever, the burning agony and the breaking down of his very being the only thing he could recall of that tim. The feeling of abandonment and anger towards his parents seethed and bubbled, growing and moulding itself into hatred inside of him, a hatred he was completely ready to unleash from them.
When asked about what he endured in the academy in Fordeth he could not say, he could only recall pain and agony like none that any man should feel, it is the stuff of his nightmares to this day, he cannot sleep without remembering, but at the same time he can remember nothing but the feelings.
Upon leaving the academy he was forced, as all were, to join the mage battallions, but due to the fact that they were currently on standby he was released into the world, released to do as he pleased until a time when the Sorceror king Julgrava's armies began to move again.
Name: Jonathon Edgeley
Race: Half-elkagr (High-Elkagr)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 5 foot 11
Weight: 165lbs
Eyes: Black
Hair: Dark brown hair that is cut military style short
Class/Occupation: Mage/Fighter
Nobility: None
Starting Morality: Neutral
Faction: Sovereign Kingdom Of Cruinthe
Languages: Cruic
Appearance: Jonathon isn't a particularly tall man, nor does he look particularly threatening, he is of a solid frame but not particularly thick with muscle, if anything being slightly lacking in that department. His hair is cut military short due to his time spent in the military. If one looks into his eyes a hard gleam can be seen that reflects the torture and pain that he's been through in his life, they are the eyes of a broken soul trying to keep it all together, he has the pointed ears that give away his race but other than that he could be easily mistaken for a human.
Usually Jonathon can be seen wearing a plain black tunic with long sleeves and plain black trousers with slightly flared hems, on the ring finger of his left hand he wears a small golden ring with a silver flower on it as a reminder of his past, although when in combat he will take it off.
When he is fighting Jonathon tends to wear either a hood or a mask of some sort to conceal his identity, the mask changes at his whim as he has a small collection of them at his disposal, generally they involve some disturbing or frightening image designed to strike fear into his enemies, he will often also incorporate a cloak of some sort into his attire at that point.
If one were to see him when he was not wearing a tunic they would see that the majority of his body is covered in horrible scars and burns, his flesh is a painting of old wounds made over a number of years when he was in the academy.
Personality: Jonathon is a man of wild emotions to say the least, at the smallest slight he has been known to kill a man should it be in his favour, although he is not without the intelligence to realise that sometimes causing harm to someone is not the correct answer and would be much more trouble than it is worth.
Upon first meeting someone he will act curteous towards them if only incase they should prove to be useful to him later, in most circumstances he will not be openly hostile towards a person although he will throw a few barbed comments and make jokes, in his normal state he is quite a happy and jovial man on the outside, whilst on the inside he cares not for other people and only for himself above all. Alliances he is willing to make so long as they suit him and he stands to gain something decent out of them, but a friendship with him is hard to come by, he does not have a great liking of people of any race unless they can offer him something that he needs.
He is quite happy to lie and bluff his way to get around people, if any contraband catches his fancy he'll take it for himself, for him the laws are guidelines, and the fact that he is part of the SKC does give him a certain degree of immunity, he can be quite crafty in how he does things, the dagger in the back can be just as effective as the sword to the face.
Jonathon above all else desires power, he seeks only to strengthen himself and will follow whatever path it is that will allow him to further advance towards his goal, happy to crush as many people under him as need be and trick or manipulate others to get his way. He is a perfectionist and a control freak, he likes to be in control of a situation at any given time and will freak out quite heavily if he is not and try to gain control.
History: Jonathon's life started off the same as it did for the children of most noble families, his parents owned a small estate in a duchy to the west, living comfortably with a few small villages to their land and ample enough income to entitle them to a large enough manor house and servants. He was set to have a bright future and had been brought up and groomed to be the next Lord of these lands, even if that wasn't particularly his wish. His wishes were just to be a big figure, an influential person of some sort when he was older.
For some reason that he did not understand his very early childhood took place only indoors, he was never allowed out into the gardens and so al l of the land outside of the manor house was a complete mystery to him, strange things would happen around him and he didn't know why, things would move or smash spontaneously. His parents told him it was for his own safety that he was kept inside as he'd damage things, but over the years it slowly got worse and worse until he was eventually at the point where he was kept in a solid stone room with only an uncomfortable bed for him.
At the age of 8 though things got even worse, Jonathon was curled up in his hard bed in the corner, fully immersed in his solitude when the large reinforced door to his room swung open and an unknown figure walked in. The man was tall, built thick as a brick wall and wearing a strange robe that instilled fear into Jonathon even if he didn't know what it was. A symbol of a snake eating it's own tail was on the robe, a symbol Jonathon would come to recognise for years after but at that time did not.
Jonathon struggled as the large man picked him up, carrying him out of the room and into the light, his parents standing nearby, "Don't worry Jonathon, it's for your own good, I promise, this is only to help you." She shouted to him as he was carried off to a waiting carriage, tears streaming down her face as his father stood by her, unable to look at his son as he was bundled into the carriage and off to Fordeth.
The next few years passed in a blur, Jonathon could not remember a single thing that had passed over those years, only the pain that he'd been through, the mental scars he carried would stay with him forever, the burning agony and the breaking down of his very being the only thing he could recall of that tim. The feeling of abandonment and anger towards his parents seethed and bubbled, growing and moulding itself into hatred inside of him, a hatred he was completely ready to unleash from them.
When asked about what he endured in the academy in Fordeth he could not say, he could only recall pain and agony like none that any man should feel, it is the stuff of his nightmares to this day, he cannot sleep without remembering, but at the same time he can remember nothing but the feelings.
Upon leaving the academy he was forced, as all were, to join the mage battallions, but due to the fact that they were currently on standby he was released into the world, released to do as he pleased until a time when the Sorceror king Julgrava's armies began to move again.