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| 25 Nov 2016 04:39 PM |
BACKSTORY
Here you are! About to slay the evil Dragon-King! You lift your mighty sword, arbalest upon your back, and ride forth unto glory and fame! The dragon roars in defiance. "YOU DARE DISTURB ME IN MY GOLD-WALLOWING?" You quite simply respond: "This knight dares, foul dragon!" You proceed to jump from your valiant steed atop the dragon's spine, and cling to one of the thorns decorating his scaly back. He roars yet again, and attempts with all his might to shake you off. However, your determined and gauntlet-clad grip doesn't forgive and certainly doesn't let out. Spine by spine you climb to his head, and grasp his horns. The dragon once again roars, this time more-so in pity and worry, before you bring your sword up, ready to finish off the horrid crea- "Wake up." The dragon seems to have stopped screaming, stopped roaring. "Wake up." It says again. Then you feel a pain in the left-most part of your head, as if a horrid headache had stricken you. "WAKE UP!" And then your eyes strike open, reeling you unfortunately back into reality. You feel your clothes. Certainly not armor. Oh, no, another day in your hamlet. Your clothes aren't steel plate; nay, what adorns your body is the garb of a serf-peasant turnip-farmer, rough burlap! Oh, the chafing. You gently roll out of bed before striking your dirt floor. At least it's a soft landing. Lightly getting up, still groggy, you face your mother - she doesn't look very happy. "Oh, you useless lump of lead!" She says, irritably. "You're too old to help around the farm now and your father still can't find you a bloody trade. You're just extra weight." She looks you up and down. "Tell you what. You get your shoes on immediately. It's high time you leave." What a wonderful morning this has been already. Walking from your bed, you slip into your even more chafing shoes, which, honestly, are more akin to potato sacks than shoes. Your mother than comes back into the room, a pack ready. Yes, that's the thing about your mother; she was always up and doing things, always ready to do anything at anytime. She looks you up and down again. She always seems to be sizing you up. "The trip to Forester's Hollow's going to be a bit of a long one, so I packed you what food we could spare and fifty silvers. Lord knows it's all your father could give nowadays..." Ah, yes. As the ninth child of your farming family, you're the only child still left on the farm, except your brother, Garic. However, Garic is destined to take the farm, since he's the oldest, and all the other children have been found a trade, or a husband. Now it's just you. The odd one out. The one that nobody wants or have ever wanted. You are a poor serf, at the age of 16, setting out on a wild adventure. Or a mundane one, you don't really know yet. But you've been thinking for awhile; is it not high time for you to go out and seek your own way through life? Indeed, that is yet to be seen. But the Empire of Seris holds much adventure, for those willing to seek it; are you?
---------------------------------------------------CS Character Name: Oberon.
Age: Locked at 16.
Gender: Oberon is most definitely a male.
Personality: The sixteen year old's personality could be described as unreliable. He's lazy and a bit stubborn, not doing his job unless told to for at least a few dozen times. He sleeps on the job a lot too. He's informal and careless, not caring of status and generally most things.
Though he does have a few good things about his personality. Such as his benevolence and gentleness. He tends to be a very forgiving person too. Oberon is also very accepting of things as they are, and does not care about what and who a person is. If that person is good, then they can be friends with him.
Interests: Oberon's interests are probably related to laziness, like sleeping and procrastinating. Other than that, there would only be one thing. Which is music.
Preferred Fighting Style: If he were to have a fighting style, it would be a style in which Oberon utilizes his surroundings. Whatever there is around him, he's probably going to use it all in combat. It's either that or swiftly dodging attacks and striking when there's an opening.
Physical Appearance: Oberon is a young man with a soft complexion. His height is relatively normal, standing at approximately 5 feet and 8 inches or 172 centimeters tall. Oberon's eyes are the color of a beautiful silver that glisten when light shines upon them. Looking into them could possibly give off a feeling of gentleness as well as benevolence. His hair is the color of a dark brown that could be mistook for black if there was no light. It's length goes down to his shoulders and is usually seen as very messy.
Oberon's attire is normal. He wears a normal brown shirt and a pair of pants.
Why Exactly was Mam Angry At You: Mother was angry at Oberon for the reason he was the laziest out of all his family, often seen procrastinating and sleeping. It's also because his views differ from everyone else's. Goals: Oberon's goal is to live a peaceful and solitary life.
Orientation: He's as straight as a die.
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You walk along the well-trodden path to Forester's Hollow. What are you currently thinking about? |
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| 26 Nov 2016 05:20 AM |
Along the trodden pathway towards Forest's Hollow, a large city and so far, the only large city known to the sixteen year old laze that is currently on the path. He carries a pack of food and 50 silvers given to him by the parents who thought of him as a very useless lump of lead. A lump of lead that can't possibly live alone due to his lazy attitude towards things. He would probably end up homeless and die of starvation or dehydration.
The thoughts in his head vary, some are of wondering what the city had in store for him other than a very miserable life. Some of wanting to sleep instead of walking. And thoughts of what job he could even get. He sees no hope for his own future here. But if by some miracle, he was given the offer to live the peaceful and solitary life he had always wanted to have, he would take it.
But as of right now, it is mostly of what job he could get. He has no real life skills other than his knowledge of farming. He'll just have to keep his head up and be optimistic of what life will give him. |
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