Post by Arthas Orion on Jun 22, 2007 12:30:54 GMT
Full Name: Arthas Orion
Age: 35? (I forgot what age he was fifteen years ago...)
Race: Human (Kralosian)
Appearance: A man of average height and build, his main feature is his bright red hair, which he keeps covered by an aged red-wide-brimmed hat. Constantly seen wearing a white knee-length cloak that also shows signs of wear and tear, and is almost never seen without his sword FireHart at his side.
Skills/Strengths: Traveling around, he's perfected several key skills, most notably control over fire and perfected sword technique. He has also seemed to have gained a passive sympathy for people's emotions, and has also practiced masking his own for personal reasons. And, like before, he still has Inoro's Zephyrs, crimson phoenix wings that he can make appear and dissapear on his back at will.
Weaknesses: Despite his training, his emotions at times are still very easy to read; at times he is as unstable as an adolescent, despite his years. He tends to rush into situations without a second thought as to the consequences or impossibility. He also has a fatal weakness to illusions and suggestion as well as a temper that has gotten him into more trouble than out of it.
Likes: A fair fight, pleasant conversation, and he seems to have developed an affinity for cooking.
Dislikes: His dislikes are very few; he had an extreme dislike for certain people, but they were almost all resolved.
Background: Arthas had lived in the forest for a good while. He was there from Catori's rise to Meli's fall, all the way to Tullaris' rebellion and the eclipse which shadowed Chepi. Eventually, however, he knew he would have to leave.
With a heavy heart, he left behind Chepi and all the people he came to love, to continue on the all-important mission he had been pursuing since leaving his home in Kralos.
Fifteen years had passed; whatever mission was so important to him had finally been accomplished. With nothing for him there, he trudged back towards Chepi, the land that had become more of a home than where he was born and raised, in the hopes of seeing old friends.
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Age: 35? (I forgot what age he was fifteen years ago...)
Race: Human (Kralosian)
Appearance: A man of average height and build, his main feature is his bright red hair, which he keeps covered by an aged red-wide-brimmed hat. Constantly seen wearing a white knee-length cloak that also shows signs of wear and tear, and is almost never seen without his sword FireHart at his side.
Skills/Strengths: Traveling around, he's perfected several key skills, most notably control over fire and perfected sword technique. He has also seemed to have gained a passive sympathy for people's emotions, and has also practiced masking his own for personal reasons. And, like before, he still has Inoro's Zephyrs, crimson phoenix wings that he can make appear and dissapear on his back at will.
Weaknesses: Despite his training, his emotions at times are still very easy to read; at times he is as unstable as an adolescent, despite his years. He tends to rush into situations without a second thought as to the consequences or impossibility. He also has a fatal weakness to illusions and suggestion as well as a temper that has gotten him into more trouble than out of it.
Likes: A fair fight, pleasant conversation, and he seems to have developed an affinity for cooking.
Dislikes: His dislikes are very few; he had an extreme dislike for certain people, but they were almost all resolved.
Background: Arthas had lived in the forest for a good while. He was there from Catori's rise to Meli's fall, all the way to Tullaris' rebellion and the eclipse which shadowed Chepi. Eventually, however, he knew he would have to leave.
With a heavy heart, he left behind Chepi and all the people he came to love, to continue on the all-important mission he had been pursuing since leaving his home in Kralos.
Fifteen years had passed; whatever mission was so important to him had finally been accomplished. With nothing for him there, he trudged back towards Chepi, the land that had become more of a home than where he was born and raised, in the hopes of seeing old friends.
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