Post by cedric on Jul 29, 2015 6:08:27 GMT
Name: Cedric Lobindale
Age: 40
Nationality: Rhodok, Nord, Elf
Hair: Brown and Braided
Eyes: Light Brown
Facial Markings: None
Skin Color: Caucasian
Height: 5'11
Weight: 109 Lbs
Build: Slight build, but surprisingly strong
Body Markings: Whip scars on the back
Interests: Nature, Animals, Archery, Feasting, Death, Sophistication, Braided Hair, and lastly love making!
Dislikes: Barbarians, robbers, nords, extremists, liars, authority, kings, and greed
Strengths: Archery, running, jumping, crafting, labor, resilience and lastly light armor.
Weaknesses: Melee, knights, shields, slightly delusional with the ideals of a dead or fake race.
Skills: Archery, running, jumping, crafting, labor, herding, love making, and a connection to nature.
Fears: Caves, deserts, wine, whores, and soldiers
Profession: Archer - Huntsman - Serf
Backround/History: I was born in the rhodok city of Veluca to Genny and Rondal Lobindale, I was their first and only child. My mother Genny was a butcher while Rondal was a hunter. They owned a meat shop known as the "Bloody Beef" life was good and taxes were paid and for I the city was wonderful! Every day was a new adventure, romping through the green with my pals. Or running through the busy streets causing trouble. My father taught me archery while my mother taught me basic crafting and tool repairs as well as how to cook. But, all good things must end and my father's fingers were cut off as punishment for poaching. We were exiled and the shop was burnt to the ground. With no money my family and I were stuck along out in the wilderness, we hunted and worked together, but my father Rondal feel in depression from his wounds. I still remember the day he killed himself... We were in a beautiful clearing to our right was a small waterfall. It lightly cascaded into a small pond filled with lily pads and dragonflies. We settled down on a large deer hide and dug into some venison. Then randomly my father stopped eating from my hand and looked to the sky, there was clarity and peace after years of torment. He stood up and threw himself into the pond choking until death. At the time I was just 13 my mother went crazy and completely delusional. In the following week she had ambushed and killed 6 peasants and knights in her bloodlust. I decided to watch one time, she jumped off a small incline onto 15 rhodok patrols men. She cut down 4 before they had thrown her to the ground. I watched in disgust as the men, more like mere barbarians raped mother and then killed her. I tried to run of course but they captured me, sending me off to the Veluca prison. There I was, 13 both parents dead and surrounded by whoresons and the shit of society. I eventually grew to resent all of it, but accepted the fact I was stuck down here. So I mined the mines for 6 straight years building muscle and a respect for hard work and what it achieves. Eventually some pillaging nords burnt the town to the ground and took me and several other prisoners away. We aided them, sailing and pillaging all along Calradia's west coast. I learned how to kill efficiently with a bow and arrow and soon we all landed in Sargoth. Pockets filled with loot I had become a middle class nord citizen at 21. I worked under a priest of Talos who taught me how to read and write. But I also learned more, he told me of ancient nord legend and of the elder races if Calradia. The strange Elfs were the most interesting and soon I studied deeply apon them. They were the pinnacle of society, with beautiful architecture and a respect for nature that would humble any. And yet they could kill do effectively, in a leave's rustle their arrows could kill a platoon of men. So I, Cedric studied and learned until I was done with the nords, I learned there was something better! They were greedy savages and robbers, and so I left heading south to the forests I had started in. And there I build a peaceful little cottage, I held in my hand a bow and in my heart knowledge and love for all creatures that would make any man bow. As I said earlier no good lasts for long. And soon at the age of 37 a nord battalion entered my forest, my home. I led them to a beautiful glade surrounded with blooming flowers and a gurgling stream, there I laid rich wines and hired whores by the droves to lie in wait. Then the nords walked into my trap, they fucked the whores and drank the wine and soon were fast asleep. I dropped silently out of the trees and slit their throats. Their commander was told I had a kingdom of elves, he drunken and afraid ran back up north spilling my story of a elves kingdom in the south. And for once good things lasted I learned how to use a sword, as I finally had peace and quite. I tried the nord's weapons but they were so ineffective. Then a southern trader showed up, she told me of the empty deserts and the dangerous things that can lurk underground. Although she scared me I still gained a new sword. This weapon was light, fast, and exceptionally deadly. But nature at the age of 40 thought it best to send me into a valley. There lied a sleepy village, a Nordic stronghold and a endless game of death and deceit!
Equipment: Leather armor with green cape, leather boots, War Bow, two sets of bodkin arrows and a elite scimitar.
Age: 40
Nationality: Rhodok, Nord, Elf
Hair: Brown and Braided
Eyes: Light Brown
Facial Markings: None
Skin Color: Caucasian
Height: 5'11
Weight: 109 Lbs
Build: Slight build, but surprisingly strong
Body Markings: Whip scars on the back
Interests: Nature, Animals, Archery, Feasting, Death, Sophistication, Braided Hair, and lastly love making!
Dislikes: Barbarians, robbers, nords, extremists, liars, authority, kings, and greed
Strengths: Archery, running, jumping, crafting, labor, resilience and lastly light armor.
Weaknesses: Melee, knights, shields, slightly delusional with the ideals of a dead or fake race.
Skills: Archery, running, jumping, crafting, labor, herding, love making, and a connection to nature.
Fears: Caves, deserts, wine, whores, and soldiers
Profession: Archer - Huntsman - Serf
Backround/History: I was born in the rhodok city of Veluca to Genny and Rondal Lobindale, I was their first and only child. My mother Genny was a butcher while Rondal was a hunter. They owned a meat shop known as the "Bloody Beef" life was good and taxes were paid and for I the city was wonderful! Every day was a new adventure, romping through the green with my pals. Or running through the busy streets causing trouble. My father taught me archery while my mother taught me basic crafting and tool repairs as well as how to cook. But, all good things must end and my father's fingers were cut off as punishment for poaching. We were exiled and the shop was burnt to the ground. With no money my family and I were stuck along out in the wilderness, we hunted and worked together, but my father Rondal feel in depression from his wounds. I still remember the day he killed himself... We were in a beautiful clearing to our right was a small waterfall. It lightly cascaded into a small pond filled with lily pads and dragonflies. We settled down on a large deer hide and dug into some venison. Then randomly my father stopped eating from my hand and looked to the sky, there was clarity and peace after years of torment. He stood up and threw himself into the pond choking until death. At the time I was just 13 my mother went crazy and completely delusional. In the following week she had ambushed and killed 6 peasants and knights in her bloodlust. I decided to watch one time, she jumped off a small incline onto 15 rhodok patrols men. She cut down 4 before they had thrown her to the ground. I watched in disgust as the men, more like mere barbarians raped mother and then killed her. I tried to run of course but they captured me, sending me off to the Veluca prison. There I was, 13 both parents dead and surrounded by whoresons and the shit of society. I eventually grew to resent all of it, but accepted the fact I was stuck down here. So I mined the mines for 6 straight years building muscle and a respect for hard work and what it achieves. Eventually some pillaging nords burnt the town to the ground and took me and several other prisoners away. We aided them, sailing and pillaging all along Calradia's west coast. I learned how to kill efficiently with a bow and arrow and soon we all landed in Sargoth. Pockets filled with loot I had become a middle class nord citizen at 21. I worked under a priest of Talos who taught me how to read and write. But I also learned more, he told me of ancient nord legend and of the elder races if Calradia. The strange Elfs were the most interesting and soon I studied deeply apon them. They were the pinnacle of society, with beautiful architecture and a respect for nature that would humble any. And yet they could kill do effectively, in a leave's rustle their arrows could kill a platoon of men. So I, Cedric studied and learned until I was done with the nords, I learned there was something better! They were greedy savages and robbers, and so I left heading south to the forests I had started in. And there I build a peaceful little cottage, I held in my hand a bow and in my heart knowledge and love for all creatures that would make any man bow. As I said earlier no good lasts for long. And soon at the age of 37 a nord battalion entered my forest, my home. I led them to a beautiful glade surrounded with blooming flowers and a gurgling stream, there I laid rich wines and hired whores by the droves to lie in wait. Then the nords walked into my trap, they fucked the whores and drank the wine and soon were fast asleep. I dropped silently out of the trees and slit their throats. Their commander was told I had a kingdom of elves, he drunken and afraid ran back up north spilling my story of a elves kingdom in the south. And for once good things lasted I learned how to use a sword, as I finally had peace and quite. I tried the nord's weapons but they were so ineffective. Then a southern trader showed up, she told me of the empty deserts and the dangerous things that can lurk underground. Although she scared me I still gained a new sword. This weapon was light, fast, and exceptionally deadly. But nature at the age of 40 thought it best to send me into a valley. There lied a sleepy village, a Nordic stronghold and a endless game of death and deceit!
Equipment: Leather armor with green cape, leather boots, War Bow, two sets of bodkin arrows and a elite scimitar.