Post by Narros on Dec 28, 2008 10:47:33 GMT -5
Character Name:Narros
Age:67
Gender:male
Height:6.6
General Appearance: (is your person skinny, fat, tall, short, basic descriptions as well as hair and eye color) Narros is a very large person. He towers over most people, and his large frame makes him a very imposing figure. His eyes seem to change colour to match his mood, ex. if hes mad, they appear red.
His hair is blond, with some gray hair due to age. He also has a long blond beard which cannot be seen when he wears his helmet.
Personality: (tell as much as you can) He is a very serious and secluded person. He Knows almost every form of politeness, and puts them into practice very often. He very rarely cracks a smile, seeing joy as pointless. He has an aura of authority from his years of commanding solidiers. No one person has ever befriended him, what with his bleak personality. His favored weapon is a staff with a marble eagle on top.
History: (just a bit on your character's past) He is a Calormenian, and growing up while the country was preparing for an imminant war with Narnia. He was swiftly inducted into the army, where he gained plenty of brawn, along with a tactical mind. He rose up to the rank of unit Chaplain, and gained a skull helm for his piety. He was posted to the border of Archenland. He has just been assigned to Cair Paravel to be an emmisary for Calormene.
Pb: model Chaplain
Picture: www.chestofcolors.com/cofc-postnuke/albums/Kuczek/chaplain.thumb.jpg
Lives in: (Archenland, Calormene, or Narnia [Calormenians being the arch-rival of Narnians and Archenlanders.]) Currently Narnia
Rp Example:Narros Astan looked upon Cair Paravel for the first time, albeit from many leagues away. His black form stuck out among the white snow that covered Narnia, but he knew that he was safe with his armour on and weapon in hand. He had not encountered a Narnian since he entered the country. And he also hadn't found a single sign of habitation. What a poor country, only having forest for miles and not a town between.
Something moved in the bushes, and he spun around to face it, Staff in hand. "Come out, or I will make you." He commanded. A large minotaur emerged from the foliage and roared at him, "Why do you Calormenians come to Narnia?" Narros had heard of these beast combat prowess, but he had faith he could defeat it. " I come to bring your king news of what is soon to come." The minotaur obiously thought he was lieing, but decided to let him pass. "You may go, but I will have your head should you have lied." It said. "You have my word." He promised, and promptly left.
Age:67
Gender:male
Height:6.6
General Appearance: (is your person skinny, fat, tall, short, basic descriptions as well as hair and eye color) Narros is a very large person. He towers over most people, and his large frame makes him a very imposing figure. His eyes seem to change colour to match his mood, ex. if hes mad, they appear red.
His hair is blond, with some gray hair due to age. He also has a long blond beard which cannot be seen when he wears his helmet.
Personality: (tell as much as you can) He is a very serious and secluded person. He Knows almost every form of politeness, and puts them into practice very often. He very rarely cracks a smile, seeing joy as pointless. He has an aura of authority from his years of commanding solidiers. No one person has ever befriended him, what with his bleak personality. His favored weapon is a staff with a marble eagle on top.
History: (just a bit on your character's past) He is a Calormenian, and growing up while the country was preparing for an imminant war with Narnia. He was swiftly inducted into the army, where he gained plenty of brawn, along with a tactical mind. He rose up to the rank of unit Chaplain, and gained a skull helm for his piety. He was posted to the border of Archenland. He has just been assigned to Cair Paravel to be an emmisary for Calormene.
Pb: model Chaplain
Picture: www.chestofcolors.com/cofc-postnuke/albums/Kuczek/chaplain.thumb.jpg
Lives in: (Archenland, Calormene, or Narnia [Calormenians being the arch-rival of Narnians and Archenlanders.]) Currently Narnia
Rp Example:Narros Astan looked upon Cair Paravel for the first time, albeit from many leagues away. His black form stuck out among the white snow that covered Narnia, but he knew that he was safe with his armour on and weapon in hand. He had not encountered a Narnian since he entered the country. And he also hadn't found a single sign of habitation. What a poor country, only having forest for miles and not a town between.
Something moved in the bushes, and he spun around to face it, Staff in hand. "Come out, or I will make you." He commanded. A large minotaur emerged from the foliage and roared at him, "Why do you Calormenians come to Narnia?" Narros had heard of these beast combat prowess, but he had faith he could defeat it. " I come to bring your king news of what is soon to come." The minotaur obiously thought he was lieing, but decided to let him pass. "You may go, but I will have your head should you have lied." It said. "You have my word." He promised, and promptly left.
