Post by Eilonna Arroway on Feb 3, 2012 5:10:46 GMT -6
Hello everyone,
You probably already know me if you're in the group but I figured why not kick off the Intro thread. I'll start with myself then my character.
My real name is Savanna, I'm 19 and live in the US, and currently a college student. I love to read, write and draw. I'm a nerd at heart, I play Dungeons and Dragons and I read the Dragonlance series religiously.
I love music, all kinds, everything from showtunes to symphonic metal; the only thing I don't listen to is rap or screamo. Nightwish is my favorite band and Michael Jackson is my favorite singer.
I collect Play-Doh and Slinky's because I'm mature like that. I also love tea. ^^
I play FH in my spare time (which I don't have a lot of any more thanks to college D:) and I absolutely love running this group and roleplaying with you all! <3
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And now for my character...
At birth Raistlin was so ill that it was suggested they let him die out of mercy, and only because of his half-sister Kitiara's careful nursing did Raistlin live. As a byproduct of a poor and sickly childhood, he turned to magic as a means to get by. He has a twin brother, Caramon that is everything that Raistlin is not: strong, good-looking, and popular; a true warrior. Raistlin often believed they were one person split in two by the gods; Caramon got a body without a mind, Raist got a mind without a body.
He showed promising talent for magic at a young age, he was adept at sleight-of-hand and would use his talents to earn money if necessary. He studied relentlessly and gave his all to the magic, reveling in the feeling of power the magic gave him.
Their parents died when they were young. The two were left orphaned and did whatever was needed as a means to scrape by. Then Raistlin was summoned to take his Test in the Tower of High Sorcery. He is the youngest to ever take the Test. If he were to pass it would bring power; power that can shape the world...or destroy it.
Raistlin passed his Test...barely. He became a Red-Robe, a practitioner of neutral magic. When he came out of the Test his fur was a metallic golden, his hair (previously brown) was now white, his health had been ruined by a terrible cough and it will shake him till he cannot stand up and he will often spit up blood. He has a constant wheeze in his breath and anything in the air can set off one of these coughing spasms. He is usually left weak after these fits and is forced to rest. After his Test he is given a recipe for a foul-smelling herbal tea that helps to soothe his coughing.
His pupils of his eyes had turned to hourglasses. The eyes were cursed upon him, in hopes that they would teach him compassion and help him see his own mortality. “I see time as it affects all things. Human flesh withers and dies before my eyes. Flowers bloom, only to fade. Trees drop green leaves, never to regain them. In my sight it is always winter, always night.”
He wears a cloak, clasped around his neck. Runes stitched around the edges are a spell of protection against magic users. From a golden cord at his waist hang different spell components and pouches. On his left side is a large pouch where he keeps his herbal tea. He has a leather bag that holds his spell books.
His too-thin body almost appears to hang off of his frail frame making him appear much older than he is in reality. He hardly ever eats, and as his brother once described, he never eats enough to keep even a good sized cricket alive. He lives on staples of fruit and his herbal tea. The tea is made of several herbs, roots, flowers and citrus ingredients. In dry form it resembles green leaves and has a very pungent odor, when mixed with water the smell intensifies and the only way to sweeten the brew is honey or dried fruit.
After his Test in the Tower, Raistlin proved himself worthy as a warrior wizard, quick thinking and very tactical minded on the battlefield, he can figure out a plan in an instant. His weapon of choice being firebolts cast in succession, or a spell called ‘burning hands’ that is form of fireball that can be directed wherever the mage aims.
Raistlin has a particular passion for herbs and is very skilled in their art, he knows of many herbs and their uses; from healing to killing (if necessary.) His knowledge of herbs is also of much use off the battlefield as he helps to care for the injured by mixing up concoctions such as war flower cream: crushed daisies that prevent wounds from putrefying.
As one should when practicing magic, he harbors self discipline; he keeps his promises and pays all his debts. As he was often the victim of bullies, he somewhat fostered a strong sense of empathy with the weak and downtrodden. He does not often show this side outwardly.
His spell casting often leaves him weakened to the point he will have to rest, wizards are limited to how many spells they can cast in a given day. Once they cast a spell it is instantly forgotten and the wizard will have to spend sometimes hours of study to recommit it to memory.
He is fairly quiet and keeps to himself, speaking only in harsh whispers when necessary. He is irritable, sarcastic and possesses a sharp tongue. He is never afraid to flaunt his intelligence of his talent in spell casting.
Most of the time he can be found reading out of his spell books, muttering spidery words of magic to himself. His magic is his life, his dedication; without it, he is nothing. He does not fear any one thing in particular short of dying before he can accomplish his goals in magic.
He is feared by most, short of Caramon. Some say there is a darkness that seems to loom over him and that alone intimidates them. His very presence is said to be enough to shiver the skin. His gaze is enough to make one want to shrivel in their place.
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Erm... that was kinda long. I could probably go on for the next week about my character. XD
You probably already know me if you're in the group but I figured why not kick off the Intro thread. I'll start with myself then my character.
My real name is Savanna, I'm 19 and live in the US, and currently a college student. I love to read, write and draw. I'm a nerd at heart, I play Dungeons and Dragons and I read the Dragonlance series religiously.
I love music, all kinds, everything from showtunes to symphonic metal; the only thing I don't listen to is rap or screamo. Nightwish is my favorite band and Michael Jackson is my favorite singer.
I collect Play-Doh and Slinky's because I'm mature like that. I also love tea. ^^
I play FH in my spare time (which I don't have a lot of any more thanks to college D:) and I absolutely love running this group and roleplaying with you all! <3
------
And now for my character...
At birth Raistlin was so ill that it was suggested they let him die out of mercy, and only because of his half-sister Kitiara's careful nursing did Raistlin live. As a byproduct of a poor and sickly childhood, he turned to magic as a means to get by. He has a twin brother, Caramon that is everything that Raistlin is not: strong, good-looking, and popular; a true warrior. Raistlin often believed they were one person split in two by the gods; Caramon got a body without a mind, Raist got a mind without a body.
He showed promising talent for magic at a young age, he was adept at sleight-of-hand and would use his talents to earn money if necessary. He studied relentlessly and gave his all to the magic, reveling in the feeling of power the magic gave him.
Their parents died when they were young. The two were left orphaned and did whatever was needed as a means to scrape by. Then Raistlin was summoned to take his Test in the Tower of High Sorcery. He is the youngest to ever take the Test. If he were to pass it would bring power; power that can shape the world...or destroy it.
Raistlin passed his Test...barely. He became a Red-Robe, a practitioner of neutral magic. When he came out of the Test his fur was a metallic golden, his hair (previously brown) was now white, his health had been ruined by a terrible cough and it will shake him till he cannot stand up and he will often spit up blood. He has a constant wheeze in his breath and anything in the air can set off one of these coughing spasms. He is usually left weak after these fits and is forced to rest. After his Test he is given a recipe for a foul-smelling herbal tea that helps to soothe his coughing.
His pupils of his eyes had turned to hourglasses. The eyes were cursed upon him, in hopes that they would teach him compassion and help him see his own mortality. “I see time as it affects all things. Human flesh withers and dies before my eyes. Flowers bloom, only to fade. Trees drop green leaves, never to regain them. In my sight it is always winter, always night.”
He wears a cloak, clasped around his neck. Runes stitched around the edges are a spell of protection against magic users. From a golden cord at his waist hang different spell components and pouches. On his left side is a large pouch where he keeps his herbal tea. He has a leather bag that holds his spell books.
His too-thin body almost appears to hang off of his frail frame making him appear much older than he is in reality. He hardly ever eats, and as his brother once described, he never eats enough to keep even a good sized cricket alive. He lives on staples of fruit and his herbal tea. The tea is made of several herbs, roots, flowers and citrus ingredients. In dry form it resembles green leaves and has a very pungent odor, when mixed with water the smell intensifies and the only way to sweeten the brew is honey or dried fruit.
After his Test in the Tower, Raistlin proved himself worthy as a warrior wizard, quick thinking and very tactical minded on the battlefield, he can figure out a plan in an instant. His weapon of choice being firebolts cast in succession, or a spell called ‘burning hands’ that is form of fireball that can be directed wherever the mage aims.
Raistlin has a particular passion for herbs and is very skilled in their art, he knows of many herbs and their uses; from healing to killing (if necessary.) His knowledge of herbs is also of much use off the battlefield as he helps to care for the injured by mixing up concoctions such as war flower cream: crushed daisies that prevent wounds from putrefying.
As one should when practicing magic, he harbors self discipline; he keeps his promises and pays all his debts. As he was often the victim of bullies, he somewhat fostered a strong sense of empathy with the weak and downtrodden. He does not often show this side outwardly.
His spell casting often leaves him weakened to the point he will have to rest, wizards are limited to how many spells they can cast in a given day. Once they cast a spell it is instantly forgotten and the wizard will have to spend sometimes hours of study to recommit it to memory.
He is fairly quiet and keeps to himself, speaking only in harsh whispers when necessary. He is irritable, sarcastic and possesses a sharp tongue. He is never afraid to flaunt his intelligence of his talent in spell casting.
Most of the time he can be found reading out of his spell books, muttering spidery words of magic to himself. His magic is his life, his dedication; without it, he is nothing. He does not fear any one thing in particular short of dying before he can accomplish his goals in magic.
He is feared by most, short of Caramon. Some say there is a darkness that seems to loom over him and that alone intimidates them. His very presence is said to be enough to shiver the skin. His gaze is enough to make one want to shrivel in their place.
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Erm... that was kinda long. I could probably go on for the next week about my character. XD