Post by Admin on Jun 17, 2009 15:35:39 GMT -7
Character's Name: D'Ashan (of the sword) Vybran
Age:18
Place of Origin: Mayne
Hair Color: Brown with Blonde highlights
Eye Color: Green with Gold around the pupils
Height: 5'11
Weight: 140
Brief History: D'Ashan was born to his mother and father in Mayne. The family shortly thereafter travelled to Arafelle where his father abandoned the family and the light to become a darkfriend when D'Ashan was still young. D'Ashan was ambidextrous and liked doing things with two hands at once from a young age. This was a skill that came in handy in Arafelle. When he was 14 he decided to help his mother earn money by becoming a thief for a while. His mother asked once how he got the money and when he refused to tell her she stopped asking and gratefully accepted the money thereafter. D'Ashan's first time attempting to cut a purse he was seen by a beggar who knew the trade and took pity on the boy. He taught him both how to become an average thief, but also how to handle knifes. D'Ashan had gotten caught only a few times in the following years. Thanks to his agile ways, ambidextrous skill, intelligence, and the gracious actions of some of his victims, he never was punished much for these transgressions and continued in his "trade." He practiced both the knife and thievery as often as possible.
Due to his size and his sensitivity growing up, the boy never really got a long much with the other boys in his neighborhood. Not having a father later on in life became the point of much ridicule and the cause of many fights. Many of his fights, thanks to his time as a thief and practice with a knife, ended well for him. Recently his mother has died. On her deathbed she wrote a letter to her only son admonishing him to make the best of himself in this life and to always walk in the light unlike his father. D'Ashan lookinging back on his life has tried to think of the noblest thing he could do to further the forces of light against the coming darkness. Deciding to become a warder and further his knowledge of battle he has left home to become a Gaidin.
Battle Cry:
"Mordero daghain pas duente cuebiyari!"
Rough English Translation:
"No Fear of Death Holds My Heart!"
Age:18
Place of Origin: Mayne
Hair Color: Brown with Blonde highlights
Eye Color: Green with Gold around the pupils
Height: 5'11
Weight: 140
Brief History: D'Ashan was born to his mother and father in Mayne. The family shortly thereafter travelled to Arafelle where his father abandoned the family and the light to become a darkfriend when D'Ashan was still young. D'Ashan was ambidextrous and liked doing things with two hands at once from a young age. This was a skill that came in handy in Arafelle. When he was 14 he decided to help his mother earn money by becoming a thief for a while. His mother asked once how he got the money and when he refused to tell her she stopped asking and gratefully accepted the money thereafter. D'Ashan's first time attempting to cut a purse he was seen by a beggar who knew the trade and took pity on the boy. He taught him both how to become an average thief, but also how to handle knifes. D'Ashan had gotten caught only a few times in the following years. Thanks to his agile ways, ambidextrous skill, intelligence, and the gracious actions of some of his victims, he never was punished much for these transgressions and continued in his "trade." He practiced both the knife and thievery as often as possible.
Due to his size and his sensitivity growing up, the boy never really got a long much with the other boys in his neighborhood. Not having a father later on in life became the point of much ridicule and the cause of many fights. Many of his fights, thanks to his time as a thief and practice with a knife, ended well for him. Recently his mother has died. On her deathbed she wrote a letter to her only son admonishing him to make the best of himself in this life and to always walk in the light unlike his father. D'Ashan lookinging back on his life has tried to think of the noblest thing he could do to further the forces of light against the coming darkness. Deciding to become a warder and further his knowledge of battle he has left home to become a Gaidin.
Battle Cry:
"Mordero daghain pas duente cuebiyari!"
Rough English Translation:
"No Fear of Death Holds My Heart!"