Post by John Ford on May 31, 2008 4:37:46 GMT
Name: John Bertrum Ford
Year: 100 Years Old
Apearance: Long silver flowing hair, with the dark emerald green eyes and shimmer upon the open night. Graceful, yet delicate walk. Almost frail, weak yet strong and swift. A pale tone skin.
Personallity: Normal quiet, keeps to himself. Has a kind hearted personality, showing little or no emotions. Show's no sympathy or pitty to does who is his enemies, yet has that tender love and care of a mother. He is arrogant and wise, and does not take to kindly to threats. Always kick to his feet, but very rarely quick to temper, rather talk then fight. He is a lover not a fighter. He would cast his spells from a distance, and use offensive weapons as a last resort.
History: John is an Elf of the Sylvan City of Calvicar, the City Hidding within the Trees. John has now become an adult of the age of 100, although able to create magick, John was forced into a magical academy to learn new ways and spells.
-SAMPLE-
John moved silently amongst the forest, with his long night blue robe trailing behind him. Gazing upon the tree tops, gazing for the Northern Star, hoping to find himself back to his home. Moving ever so gracefuly, almost as if he was glidding, John turned to face a sudden creature that had appeared amongst the shadows. Silently, but curiously, John's eyes narrowed upon the subject who now appeared to be a Werebear. A twitch of a smile, and John bowed. Werebears weren't like other Lyconthronpy's they where more gentiler and more helpful then the Werewolves. "Who be you?" John asked, his soft voice now speaking. The creature groaned, "ah, I see, doth not come tis night? Indeed you do, for I am lost and you are here to aid me in my quest to return home" another groan and with this John placed his hand upon it's mane. "Take me home creature of Gaia, and with that been said and done, I give you thanks and a favor in return..."
Year: 100 Years Old
Apearance: Long silver flowing hair, with the dark emerald green eyes and shimmer upon the open night. Graceful, yet delicate walk. Almost frail, weak yet strong and swift. A pale tone skin.
Personallity: Normal quiet, keeps to himself. Has a kind hearted personality, showing little or no emotions. Show's no sympathy or pitty to does who is his enemies, yet has that tender love and care of a mother. He is arrogant and wise, and does not take to kindly to threats. Always kick to his feet, but very rarely quick to temper, rather talk then fight. He is a lover not a fighter. He would cast his spells from a distance, and use offensive weapons as a last resort.
History: John is an Elf of the Sylvan City of Calvicar, the City Hidding within the Trees. John has now become an adult of the age of 100, although able to create magick, John was forced into a magical academy to learn new ways and spells.
-SAMPLE-
John moved silently amongst the forest, with his long night blue robe trailing behind him. Gazing upon the tree tops, gazing for the Northern Star, hoping to find himself back to his home. Moving ever so gracefuly, almost as if he was glidding, John turned to face a sudden creature that had appeared amongst the shadows. Silently, but curiously, John's eyes narrowed upon the subject who now appeared to be a Werebear. A twitch of a smile, and John bowed. Werebears weren't like other Lyconthronpy's they where more gentiler and more helpful then the Werewolves. "Who be you?" John asked, his soft voice now speaking. The creature groaned, "ah, I see, doth not come tis night? Indeed you do, for I am lost and you are here to aid me in my quest to return home" another groan and with this John placed his hand upon it's mane. "Take me home creature of Gaia, and with that been said and done, I give you thanks and a favor in return..."
