Post by Ereinion Ar-Feiniel on Mar 4, 2008 19:40:36 GMT -5
Creator Information:
Creators Name: [[Ray]]
Creators Age: [[20]]
Character Information:
~Personal~
Name: [[Ereinion Ar-Feiniel]]
Age: [[200]]
Gender: [[Male]]
Race: [[Elf]]
Orientation: [[Gay]]
Ethnicity: [[High Elf]]
Blood Type: [[A+]]
Relationship Status: [[Single]]
Personality: Ereinion has instilled within him that he is far superior than those of the other races in the world. Though kind and willing to trust in people, when provoked his wrath would make the fiercest orc hesitate to attack. He loves nature and most times will meditate by a stream or high in the treetops of a forrest. A great friend to those he loves, his infectious laughter makes everyone smile.
~Physical~
Build: Lean with enough muscle tone that he could be considered a swimmer in the real world.
Height: [[5'8"]]
Weight: [[61.23kg||135lbs]]
Physical Description: Fair skin brought out more with his ebony colored hair, even in the sun his waist length hair seems to abosorb light within its pitch black depths. Pointed ears signifying his race and piercing blue eyes adourn his head. Average in height amongst his race, his features border on the effeminate. The one mark against his perfection would be a scar along his back where an orc's sword sliced along it, this having been recieved in a fight and not on accident.........nope not an accident.
~Clothing~
Everyday wear: A milk chocolate colored leather tunic that comes to mid thigh in length and accented with gold trim. The tunic is tied down across same colored leather pants with a belt, the buckle is simple in design and gold. Both tunic and the pants are fitted to his body. The sleeves of his tunic stop at the wrist and constricted by metal arm braces of gold leaf, his boots simple in design are made of leather. A sword sheath fastened to his belt holds his primary weapon, a High Elven Sword of 49 3/4 inches long with the blade being 24 1/8 inches.
Formal wear: Cream colored silk pants and dress robe with an intricate elven design along the collar, back and breast plate. They are tied together along his waist with a mahogany colored sash hanging from the front center of his body, a same colored robe is worn over the cream colored clothing and a platinum circlet is worn over his forehead.
~Likes/Dislikes~
Strengths: [[Magic]] [[Sword Skills]] [[Speed]]
Weaknesses: [[Evil]] [[Too Trusting]] [[Naivete]]
Likes: [[Nature]] [[Full Moons]] [[Wolves]]
Dislikes: [[Evil]] [[Orcs]] [[The Heat]]
~General~
Siblings: [[None]]
Family Status: An only child, Ereinion's only family is his father who is King of the Amazonian High Elves.
History: Born in the Deep Woods, Prince Ereinion is the only child of King Eärendil and Queen Elwing (Deceased). Growing up his mother watched him play by streams and ponds in their woods, his affinity for nature was apparent to her and so she made it her responsibility to teach him the Natural Laws. They governed the world they lived in and used accordingly allowed for their race to call upon nature in their magics, as herblore went hand in hand with spellcasting he knew which plants helped in living and which ones killed. At the age of ten he received from his father an Elven blade, the same as he owns now, and started his training under Fëanáro Sîrfalas who happened to be their clan's weapons master. Learning to parry and strike in a fluidic motion Ereinion grew to become his master's greatest student, and so he found himself alone in the mountains completing his training.
It was customary with Fëanáro Sîrfalas' students to slay their first orc in completion of training, and young Ereinion at the age of 15 was about to learn a rough lesson. Hearing the roar of the orc behind him he turned and raised his blade high in defiance, bracing his legs he jumped over the monster at the last minute slashing its back after landing. With overconfidence in his 'deathstrike' he paid no head to the monster he believed dead and with a quick strike was wounded across his back. With a scream he rolled away in time to dodge a slash that surely would have cut his head off, dodging his opponents attacks now Ereinion searched for an opening. Seeing his chance he used his speed to duck under a forward cross slash and thrust his blade skyward into the orcs head killing it. This battle the last in his training also served as lesson to not be blinded by your skills to the point where you believe yourself invincible.
Returning home he staid by his mother's side til he reached 20 years and set out on his own seeking the path the gods set out for him. Coming back every 10 years or so Ereinion told countless stories of how he met many peoples and fought many evils of the world, never staying long he left before a months end going back to his search for destiny. Now at 200 he was battle hardened and worldly, his kind heart and love of nature never wained in the long years of journeys. Ereinion like most elves is searching for that missinig part in their lives, that one thing that will set them apart from others and complete them.
Additional Information: Can't think of any......
Creators Name: [[Ray]]
Creators Age: [[20]]
Character Information:
~Personal~
Name: [[Ereinion Ar-Feiniel]]
Age: [[200]]
Gender: [[Male]]
Race: [[Elf]]
Orientation: [[Gay]]
Ethnicity: [[High Elf]]
Blood Type: [[A+]]
Relationship Status: [[Single]]
Personality: Ereinion has instilled within him that he is far superior than those of the other races in the world. Though kind and willing to trust in people, when provoked his wrath would make the fiercest orc hesitate to attack. He loves nature and most times will meditate by a stream or high in the treetops of a forrest. A great friend to those he loves, his infectious laughter makes everyone smile.
~Physical~
Build: Lean with enough muscle tone that he could be considered a swimmer in the real world.
Height: [[5'8"]]
Weight: [[61.23kg||135lbs]]
Physical Description: Fair skin brought out more with his ebony colored hair, even in the sun his waist length hair seems to abosorb light within its pitch black depths. Pointed ears signifying his race and piercing blue eyes adourn his head. Average in height amongst his race, his features border on the effeminate. The one mark against his perfection would be a scar along his back where an orc's sword sliced along it, this having been recieved in a fight and not on accident.........nope not an accident.
~Clothing~
Everyday wear: A milk chocolate colored leather tunic that comes to mid thigh in length and accented with gold trim. The tunic is tied down across same colored leather pants with a belt, the buckle is simple in design and gold. Both tunic and the pants are fitted to his body. The sleeves of his tunic stop at the wrist and constricted by metal arm braces of gold leaf, his boots simple in design are made of leather. A sword sheath fastened to his belt holds his primary weapon, a High Elven Sword of 49 3/4 inches long with the blade being 24 1/8 inches.
Formal wear: Cream colored silk pants and dress robe with an intricate elven design along the collar, back and breast plate. They are tied together along his waist with a mahogany colored sash hanging from the front center of his body, a same colored robe is worn over the cream colored clothing and a platinum circlet is worn over his forehead.
~Likes/Dislikes~
Strengths: [[Magic]] [[Sword Skills]] [[Speed]]
Weaknesses: [[Evil]] [[Too Trusting]] [[Naivete]]
Likes: [[Nature]] [[Full Moons]] [[Wolves]]
Dislikes: [[Evil]] [[Orcs]] [[The Heat]]
~General~
Siblings: [[None]]
Family Status: An only child, Ereinion's only family is his father who is King of the Amazonian High Elves.
History: Born in the Deep Woods, Prince Ereinion is the only child of King Eärendil and Queen Elwing (Deceased). Growing up his mother watched him play by streams and ponds in their woods, his affinity for nature was apparent to her and so she made it her responsibility to teach him the Natural Laws. They governed the world they lived in and used accordingly allowed for their race to call upon nature in their magics, as herblore went hand in hand with spellcasting he knew which plants helped in living and which ones killed. At the age of ten he received from his father an Elven blade, the same as he owns now, and started his training under Fëanáro Sîrfalas who happened to be their clan's weapons master. Learning to parry and strike in a fluidic motion Ereinion grew to become his master's greatest student, and so he found himself alone in the mountains completing his training.
It was customary with Fëanáro Sîrfalas' students to slay their first orc in completion of training, and young Ereinion at the age of 15 was about to learn a rough lesson. Hearing the roar of the orc behind him he turned and raised his blade high in defiance, bracing his legs he jumped over the monster at the last minute slashing its back after landing. With overconfidence in his 'deathstrike' he paid no head to the monster he believed dead and with a quick strike was wounded across his back. With a scream he rolled away in time to dodge a slash that surely would have cut his head off, dodging his opponents attacks now Ereinion searched for an opening. Seeing his chance he used his speed to duck under a forward cross slash and thrust his blade skyward into the orcs head killing it. This battle the last in his training also served as lesson to not be blinded by your skills to the point where you believe yourself invincible.
Returning home he staid by his mother's side til he reached 20 years and set out on his own seeking the path the gods set out for him. Coming back every 10 years or so Ereinion told countless stories of how he met many peoples and fought many evils of the world, never staying long he left before a months end going back to his search for destiny. Now at 200 he was battle hardened and worldly, his kind heart and love of nature never wained in the long years of journeys. Ereinion like most elves is searching for that missinig part in their lives, that one thing that will set them apart from others and complete them.
Additional Information: Can't think of any......