Post by amberide on Sept 7, 2008 18:32:44 GMT -5
Name: Fieron
Gender: Male
Race: Elf/ 1.2 % Human
Age: 25 yrs.
Job: Warrior/Knight/Mercenary/Protecter
Description: Fieron is an extremely handsome man at most.
He has a formidable, dangerous appearance with a dark wielding shadow at his side. He has the appearance of a more evil looking Lord of the Rings character.
Though he may look dark and dangerous he has an edgy and cute side to him that makes him somewhat irrisistable to the ladies, if you're into that whole look.
With dark shadowed eyelids covering dark red eyes and a cape made from red and black velvet he is truly one of the most scary things you'll ever witness.
He has an edgy mane of blood red and black stripes that leads down to his belly button practically. It is always down and in his face, and it is so long merrily because the short haircuts just don't do him justice.
His long straight tresses are slightly wavy in some areas and it fans him with an intimidating appearance that flatters him so.
He is slightly bulky, taking up a bit of room with his large quantity of muscles. He looks big from a while away and big from near as well. Though he's large, he moves with the swift and lithe footfalls of a cheetah, and he's extremely slim, and about the same hieght as any other elf. His muscles aren't GINORMOUS wrestling muscles or anything, just noticable bulk covering his bronze skin.
Personality: Fieron may look like a double load of trouble from his intimidating appearance, but he's really exceptionally sweet compared to his masculine form.
He's got a heavy heart, but he doesn't take begging. He's tough and has learned to control his emotions in a sinister and cold stare. His job as a mercenary means that he can never quite get too close to anyone, afraid they'll be in danger, and he can never really spill any secrets, afraid to reveal something that was supposed to stay unsaid.
He is mostly quiet but will speak in his deeper voice, not deep as in "ew" deep but a slightly noticable rasp. He's quite talkative actually, but he knows what his job is and he sticks to it like glue.
He can be somewhat mean, and seem rude at first, commanding and somewhat protective. Being easily offended, and extremely easily annoyed he can be a handful with sudden outbursts, but... that's okay. It's easy to get past if you can say the right thing to calm him down.
He's brave and sweet on the inside though, wanting to come out of his shell and show everyone his true vivid self. But alas, that will not be.
He's overprotective as I said earlier and will snap easily if you touch his belongings. That and he's extremely impatient wanting things now, and demanding them quite randomley.
He has a bad habit of disappearing and being exceptionally mysterious, fawning people with a curious need to follow him on his next adventure.
Excitement and drama are the only existents in his life, he is, Fieron
History:
Darkness
Black...
The shadows
Nothing but black held Fieron's vision, and blinking his red eyes quickly he came back to sense.
A stone cavern in Feeorin Kingdom.
He was alone in the chilled room, and holding a drinking flask he dropped it to the ground.
Standing up he looked around. He knew nothing about himself. What had happened only recently? Who was he? Where was he?
Spinning frantically around looking with bright red eyes he quickly charged towards the door and burst through it into the villlage.
It was unfamiliar in every way and he didn't even know what land he stood upon. Searching the busily walking people he could find no one.
Nothing stood out familiar to him and his life was completely drained before him. He had been in coma, for how long he had no idea, but now... he knew he was diagnosed with amnesia, and the events before were lost.
As he stumbled through the village a soft and petite hand wrapped around his arm.
"It will be fine..." said a woman's voice.
Looking down Fieron saw a beautiful half-elf woman.
She quided him towards a clay cottage nearby.
As she opened the door somehting about the cottage was familiar, and the woman herself he knew he remembered. That beautiful face was utterly unforgettable.
The woman gave him a meal and cured his headache from his previous drink of ale.
He felt better now.
Then, he realized where he knew the beautiful girl from. It was Marietta, from his child hood. He remembered he had a sister and a mother and they had moved form the village. Him and Marietta had been great friends but she decided to stay in the cottage to carry on the loyalty to her village as a healer.
Holding her hands he asked wearily, "Marietta?"
Squinting her eyes hard at him she finally gave a smile. "Fieron!" she yelped embracing him in a hug.
"I... I have a problem Marietta..." he had said, pushing her away.
"What may that be?" she questioned.
"I... I think I have amnesia... I don't remember anything, except you of course. And my sister and mother. " he said.
"Oh...." Marietta said worriedly.
That night they conversed and Marietta told him all she knew about him, which was what happened while they lived under the same roof. Nothing.
But then, as she lay on his chest breathing slowly and they gazed at the cieling of the cottage he leaned in to kiss her.
She gladley accepted the offer.
He loved Marietta, and he knew it. He could trust her... and he knew that. But then, as if by vision, images of his life flashed before his weak eyes. Him, burning, killing, suffocating.
He gave a grimace and turned away. One name came to mind.
Evanalion, a dark lord that over ran a small group of people.
He'd find tough men and threaten their families unless they retreated to his army, as did Fieron.
Sitting up, he realized Marietta was now asleep, leaving the comfortable cottage he traveled towards the dark goblins shelter.
Scuttling into the small camp grounds he found the leader who immediatly hit him so hard he was charred with a red scar above his right eyebrow, which no longer exists, but did at the time.
He returned to work with the mercenary men of his type, and soon after he decided he'd much rather go live with Marietta, perhaps raise a family.
Escaping his old shelter he's been scavenging back to his old home, the one he doesn't remember, in hope to find his love.
But, there's something that tells him Marietta is not worthy, some urging evil feeling, and so... many of those girls who find him attractive might have a chance.
On his travels he's done many things to people, including high ranking Queens and Kings ready to take a life to earn a living, though he's also protected people before, and so he had no job currently, but he will upon finding new work.
Weapons/Powers: A huge sword made from the finest steel with a grip made of pure gold. It is bejeweled with red rubies and the tip is carved so sharp it could slit a blade of grass down the middle.
He is an extrordinary swordsman and has the ability to feel anothers emotions... but only their emotions, not telepathy or such.
Other: None.
