Post by theogren on May 8, 2011 0:51:51 GMT -5
Full Name: Theo Gren
Age: He’s 140, but looks -and acts- about 14
Gender: Male
Race: Kokiri
Appearance: Theo is a rather tall and thin Kokiri, with long dirty blond hair with green tips and highlights, hiding his eyebrows and getting in his eyes. His face could be considered elven, with a pointed chin, and-although his hair hides-them, pointed ears. He wears rough a green wool vest over a brown tunic and leggings. A yew bow is slung over his shoulder, accompanied by a small knife hanging from his belt, weighted for throwing. Finally, A small green jewel carved into a leaf a gilded with gold hangs from his neck on a string, hidden in his shirt.
Personality: Theo is at heart, a kind hearted boy (or old man), but occasionally bitter after what he feels is abandonment the being the trees call Lord. He doesn’t connect with people very well due to never meeting people for a large part of his life and isn’t trusting by nature. He also doesn’t have a high sense of morals and considers theft distasteful, but necessary once in a while. Although theft is just another way to make a living to him, anyone who comes near his pendent is also in knife range. He doesn’t speak much and many people consider him mute, or at the very least the quiet type, and when he does it’s with broken Hylian.
History: Theo was stolen by a skull kid at babyhood, and they cared for him for years until Wolfos attacked and he had to flee. He practiced the skull kid’s customs until he was ready for the most sacred ritual of their tribal culture. Theo tried to communicate with the trees and was knocked out by the sheer mass and magic of the forest. When he awoke, his hair was streaked with green and a unearthly voice was ringing in his ear, “Find Our Lord.” Ever since, he has been trying to follow that command, searching the forests he calls home.
RP Sample: Theo shook back his hair, pressing his hands against the tree and breathing slowly in and out. A few bars fought their way past his dry throat and startled a flock of keese into the air, hauntingly alien. His hands started to glow softly and the branches shook until the whole plant was vibrating. The elder’s trees had shivered, but never this much. This was wrong. He tried to pull back but the tips of his fingers seemed glued to the bark. A vast thought pushed itself into his head and he cried out in pain. The blackness that followed was a relief to the pain.
There, thanks in advance.
Age: He’s 140, but looks -and acts- about 14
Gender: Male
Race: Kokiri
Appearance: Theo is a rather tall and thin Kokiri, with long dirty blond hair with green tips and highlights, hiding his eyebrows and getting in his eyes. His face could be considered elven, with a pointed chin, and-although his hair hides-them, pointed ears. He wears rough a green wool vest over a brown tunic and leggings. A yew bow is slung over his shoulder, accompanied by a small knife hanging from his belt, weighted for throwing. Finally, A small green jewel carved into a leaf a gilded with gold hangs from his neck on a string, hidden in his shirt.
Personality: Theo is at heart, a kind hearted boy (or old man), but occasionally bitter after what he feels is abandonment the being the trees call Lord. He doesn’t connect with people very well due to never meeting people for a large part of his life and isn’t trusting by nature. He also doesn’t have a high sense of morals and considers theft distasteful, but necessary once in a while. Although theft is just another way to make a living to him, anyone who comes near his pendent is also in knife range. He doesn’t speak much and many people consider him mute, or at the very least the quiet type, and when he does it’s with broken Hylian.
History: Theo was stolen by a skull kid at babyhood, and they cared for him for years until Wolfos attacked and he had to flee. He practiced the skull kid’s customs until he was ready for the most sacred ritual of their tribal culture. Theo tried to communicate with the trees and was knocked out by the sheer mass and magic of the forest. When he awoke, his hair was streaked with green and a unearthly voice was ringing in his ear, “Find Our Lord.” Ever since, he has been trying to follow that command, searching the forests he calls home.
RP Sample: Theo shook back his hair, pressing his hands against the tree and breathing slowly in and out. A few bars fought their way past his dry throat and startled a flock of keese into the air, hauntingly alien. His hands started to glow softly and the branches shook until the whole plant was vibrating. The elder’s trees had shivered, but never this much. This was wrong. He tried to pull back but the tips of his fingers seemed glued to the bark. A vast thought pushed itself into his head and he cried out in pain. The blackness that followed was a relief to the pain.
There, thanks in advance.