Post by ashlon on Jul 19, 2019 10:07:24 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Ashlon Dwin'lylth
Race: Half-Elkagr
-Ethnicity: Cahalian
Age: 24 Years
Gender: Male
Height: 5’-10”
Weight: 170 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Class/Occupation: Fighter/Scout
Nobility: None
Starting Morality: Neutral
Faction: Neutral
Languages: Cruic, Elkagr.
Appearance: Birthed into the Cruinthe as Half-Elkagr was no burden for the likes of Ashlon. Cahalia had nurtured his voracity and shaped a man who’s stature and demeanor emanate determination and confidence. His slender face and muscular build exemplify his mixed Human and Elkagr heritage. A head of flowing blond hair dirtied by the racial mix are offset by jeweled deep green eyes in stark contrast to his fair skin. Often soft-spoken, hHis skill with with sword is habitually expressionless stares levy his intellect and troubled emotions. He wears a traditional Elkagrian crafted armor and wields his father sword.
Personality: Forged in its fiery crucible of the Cruinthe, Ashlon’s hardened personality to the casual acquaintance can be sharp as the edge of a Drokagr blade. His demeanor if understood warrants the tensions of the empire and its bias of his people, he arrogant short tempered and quick to fight first and ask questions later. It can be a challenge for him to find like-minded individuals who are able to keep up with his intellectual purists as he often looks at the world like a big chess game. He is ambitious and private, yet curious and fearful.
History: Ashlon was second born son to a modest family who have served as part of an emissary’s household and guard. He and his older brother Kai’en grew up like any other siblings navigating their time between annoying household chores and their innate talent of playing, exploring, and a personal favorite.. Hunting. As the tendays passed they often watched their father train, honing his swordsmanship to maintain his edge as lead guard. Their imaginations spooling they’d often retreat with wooden sticks and act out famous battles of the Cruinthe sparing to the demise of poorly acted deaths.
As the brothers grew up, their interests separated, Kai’en leant towards public service, focused on empowerment of the half-elkgar race within the Cruinthinan political system. He was a bright light, destined for success as an outspoken and articulate representative of equal rights for his race. All said, the Dwin'lylth family was extremely proud of Kai’ens accomplishments especially Ashlon who fondly looked up to his older brother.
Ashlon however, to the dismay of his father, found a calling towards the martial and combat arts. He had realized long ago his innate talent of swordplay that now rivaled his fathers was his true path. He had unearthed a special connection with the blade and bow, they were an extension of his body, an appendage that could be applied with deadly accuracy and subservient to his will. His plans were to join the Alliance just before the winter.
It was only a few months ago, like countless other occasions Ashlon ventured deep into the Bone Wastes tracking Deer for meat and leather to stock up for the winter. Its forest was dark and disorienting, the blackness nurturing a sense of claustrophobia as the woodland stretched unbroken for miles with an inky blanket of fog and deafening silence. The count for the trip was 2 large deer, skinned and quartered would provide nourishment for the duration of the winter. He returned home recollecting previous trips as a youth, following the same markings on the trees that guided his way back to Cahalia.
For this return did not end in the widened arms or warm smiles of his family. The once green lands of Cahalia were no more, blazoned to ash and charcoal. The air heavy with the smell of burnt flesh and a heavy haze of smoke that obscured the sun into a deep-red deputy of hell. Streets that once thronged with life stood empty and littered with bodies of his townsfolk. He mourned as he came upon his home, the bodies of his family lie like dolls over the scarlet stained grass, limbs at awkward angles and their heads cleanly severed. Ashlons tears splashed on the lifeless body of his mother, her headless body, lying limply, soul departed unceremoniously in the apocalyptic scene. The surrounding houses offered no refuge for the slaughter that transpired, a war band headed east to Selbria had devastated his town unmercifully.
It was all that was need to catalyze the grinding hate and feed the furnace of injustice. What was a handsome face, chiseled like his fathers, is now hardened and hollow, a controlled visage of the horrors of that day. Ashlon dug three graves and gently laid the bodies within them, gently crossing their lifeless arms and burying them with the stained earth, sending them to their eternal rest. He said his final words, and with his father’s sword in hand, marched towards Innorsford with a whole world to kill and nothing to stop him.
Inventory:
Starting Gold: 10
Hard Leather Armor
-Light leather armor - DR: 15
-Cost: 50
*Light, Leather, Chest, Back*
Dagger
-A small knife
-Dmg: 15
Short Bow
-A small bow, shoots arrows.
-Range: 20 meters
-Dmg: 20
Wooden Arrows (in a small quiver)
-Arrows with a sharpened wood point for a head.
-Dmg: +2
Small Quiver
-A place to store arrows.
-Capacity: 50/50 (Wooden)
Armor
-Head:
-Armor: *Light, Leather, Chest, Back* DR: 15
-Feet:
-Gloves:
-Belt:
-Ring 1:
-Ring 2:
-Amulet:
Armaments
-Primary Weapon: Short Bow - Range 20 meters – Dmg 20
-Secondary Weapon: Dagger - Dmg: 15
-Back: Small Quiver - Capacity: 50/50 (Wooden Arrows with a sharpened wood point for a head - Dmg: +2)
-Right Arm: N/A
-Left Arm: N/A
-Right Thigh: N/A
-Left Thigh: N/A
Free Space: 0/6
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Stats Original
Str: 10
Vit: 10
Agi: 10
Ch: 10
ST: 10
T: 10
D: 10
EN: 10
P: 10
K: 10
HP: 200/200
SM: 20/20
MP: 110/110
Fight Record: (Use this area to track your progress in Player Vs Player Duels)
Wins: 0
Draws: 0
Losses: 0
Knowledge Possessed: (Choose 10 I level knowledges to start with)
-Auto: Cruic I
Elkagr I
Camping I
Hunting I
First Aid I
Tatics I
Bows I
Daggers I
Marksmanship I
Sneaking I
