IGN: Never_a_dull_day
Character name: Kyri Bluestone
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Character Description:
Kyri only stands at 5'10 so for most Elves, he isn't exactly that tall. But sadly he's only half. Due to his bloodline, his eyes are a very bright blue and his skin is rather fair. His hair is also long, reaching down past his shoulders but often held up in a ponytail tied up using a ribbon. Sadly though again, due to having elven in his blood he has been described as being rather pretty. Even for a male. Kyri has grown to have quite the feminine figure and face regardless of his gender.
Character Occupation: (Optional)
Soldier.
Guard.
Character Personality/Traits:
Kyri was born and raised to be a devoted follower of God. Especially the war and sea gods. So he was raised to be disciplined and well mannered. Showing respect to nobility no matter how obnoxious and pompous they are. He's rather kind to strangers and is willing to put his life on the line for an innocent person but when it comes to social interaction such as taverns and parties, he is extremely awkward. Not in the way of being shy, but rather he isn't really aware of jokes, simple humor and even flirting.
Character Biography:
Just your typical story. A human male found a female elf attractive. Kyri's father was a soldier fighting to protect his town from the plague. That was causing devastation to the land. Fighting almost every day of his life, he felt as though his legacy would be blown into the wind as he has no lover and worse, no kids. In a desperate attempt, the father met up with an old friend of his and simply asked her straight up if they could have a child together. Of course she was highly against it at first due to him being a human and her being an elf. But with some convincing, she eventually obliged. It was not like they hated each other, she just didn't like the idea of a half-elven child. But the father’s charm did give her happiness.
Finally, even though the struggles of the plague were devastating, it didn't stop father and mother from being in Kyri's life. However, the mother still wasn't too fond of her own child. Even though Kyri was still her kid, she was raised with the belief that half Elves are abominations. Though the father felt otherwise, wasting no time treating the young boy as the best thing to ever happen in his life. Teaching him to hunt for food, farm crops, fight like the soldiers he worked with and even pick up women. Though Kyri ignored that part. But one thing he was truly a fan of was listening to stories of the gods their family followed. His father taught him to be as honorable as Uldir, while his mother told him to be as graceful as Perities. Finally when Kyri had passed maturity, his father introduced him to the soldiers of his town and was offered to become one. But obviously he had to go through training first. This was great to Kyri, learning to fight with an elven crafted bow, a shield and a rapier. Along with a polearm but a sword was more his style. To Kyri, life was starting to become better, but the struggles only got worse.
Just when the family thought the days were hard, a year long winter hit. Lucky for them, the town they had lived in was secure and safe during the storms but it didn't help with food. The elven mother was growing upset with the father, blaming him for the low amount of food because they had a child. And now she believes that due to the child being around, even though he was a young adult by now and did get raised by both his parents, he understood his mother's hatred for him. For a year, he spent working fields, fighting off undead and earning money to please his mother. But nothing seemed enough. But it didn't exactly help. He was a half elf, and that was what deterred her the most. And again, the father and mother fought about Kyri once again. Claiming that it was hard for them due to the lack of food and just because she knew a half elven child wouldn't survive in the world. Kyri was finally an adult anyway, and to hear his mother and father fight constantly over him was devastating. He knew his mother never approved of him but he didn't know it was this bad.
Not wanting his mother and father to be embarrassed or humiliated due to his race, he packed away his things and wrote a letter to his parents and set off to start his own adventure. Though it would be dishonest to say he didn't feel heart broken. He loved his father dearly, and even with the hatred, he loved his mother. However, with his mind thinking about being honorable, he felt it was best he had separated from them so that they could live their lives. For a few years, Kyri was able to handle himself. Hunting animals for food, selling their meat or hiding. Offering to work as a mercenary and guard until he had to travel again. During his travels, Kyri had overheard cultists creating chaos within the lands of Falkvard. Maybe this was how he could honor his mother and father. Being one of the soldiers to rid the world of these horrid bastards. But sadly, without proper equipment, he would die the moment he faces them. And what's worse, Kyri was getting tired of traveling. Even though he was pretty young, he just wanted to find a home.
Though, news spread of the Dwarven town Thonduhm was reclaimed. Sadly, he had no idea what this town was or who was the leader but being raised to honor all, he wanted to set a course there to help the town grow. His father told him stories of dwarves and how they were excellent crafters. "Perhaps they could teach me how to create armor and tools for survival." He thought. So off he went, going to the Dwarven town to offer his services where he could.
Other/Extra:
Scenarios
Please give us a roleplay response to both of these scenarios, at least one paragraph each:
A small riot breaks out in Barkhamsted between Humans and Pact races. They're quickly gaining the attention of the guards as the situation escalates. Your character is somehow swept up into the crowd as the situation grows more dangerous, what do they do?
Kyri's eyes widened, fearing the worst that was to happen with the riot going down but his father didn't raise a bitch! With a quick prayer to the gods and taking out a small dagger, he'd rush through the crowd, going around and grabbing women or children that were simply innocents that were getting caught in this wild rampage so that they wouldn't get hurt.
For whatever reason, your character finds themselves in an ancient tomb, the walls thick with brambles and foliage. From up ahead, you spy what appears to be a shambling mound of something. It pauses, quivers and moans. What do they do?
Kyri walked through the ruins, his fingers running through the vined, moss and stone of the destroyed craft. "Such a loss… Truly a remnant of great craft. Dwarven perhaps? Father did say they were the best crafters he knew…" But the sounds would cause Kyri to stop in his tracks and quickly hide. Peeking around the corner and taking out his bow, he'd get ready to shoot whatever was coming out. "May the gods send your soul to where it belongs.. "
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