Post by Rumil Tinuviel on Oct 31, 2012 21:38:31 GMT -7
[/font]RUMIL elarssar TINUVIEL
Basic Info
Name: Rumil Elarssar Tinuviel
Nicknames: None
Age: 661
Race: Elf
Kingdom: Land of the Immortals
Occupation: Soldier, Merchant, etc
Birthday: Month and Day
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Play-by: Orlando Bloom
Physical Traits
Eyes: A bright solid blue.
Hair: Light blonde, kept long past his shoulders most of the time.
Height: 6'4
Build: Lean and slender, but toned in the proper areas.
Physical Flaws: Is your character crippled in some way? Is there something not right about their features? Everyone must have AT LEAST one. No one is perfect.
Physical Skills: Being an elf Rumil is fast, agile and tolerant to most elements. He's also very light and can walk upon most obstacles with ease. He also has heightened senses, and is slightly stronger then a man.
Weapons: Elvish bow, quiver holder and arrows, and two Elvish daggers. Rumil doesn't enjoy using larger heavy weapons.
Mental Abillities
Likes: Falling leaves, cool weather, running water.
Dislikes: Hot climates, destruction to nature, unneeded confrontation.
Fear: For his race to die out, or become faded and forgotten.
Personality: List of AT LEAST 10 traits
Mental Flaws: What are their mental weaknesses? Do the have ADHD?
Some other mental ailment? Or are they simply have a horrid temper? AT LEAST two here.
Mental Skills: What are they good at? Are they smart? Do the find it easy to connect with people? (This can include mental powers, i.e. Telethapy etc)
Family and History
Mother:
Father:
Siblings:
Other:
History: Please be as detailed as possible. The longer, the better.
The Roleplayer
Alias: Ella
Contact: PM
Found us: Proboards Support
Sample RP: The sky was turning into a golden red as the sun almost kissed the far off mountains. Aaron Anderson ascended the wooden steps onto the wrap around porch of the Redwood Ranch. He had seen a poster for help wanted for ranch hands. He'd had worked on a few ranches back home before fleeing so he was used to it. His boots could be heard as he paced on the wooden planks before rapping on what appeared to be the front door.
Aaron's bright blue eyes scanned the land as he glanced over his shoulder. Talking could be heard from what he assumed the side of the ranch home before the door opened. An older man stood there, poised and held tightly onto the door handle "yes, can I help you sir?" he asked. Aaron cleared his throat not bothering to remove his hat. "I'm here for work, I saw that there poster in town, came here for the work" his speech had a southern drawl to it, a Mississippi accent, lightly faded. Years of roaming did that to a man, made him forget half of what he truly was.
The doorman nodded silently before he motioned with an arm to the side of the home. Aaron gave a nod before making his way around the wrap around porch. Turning the corner his eyes settled on a man standing and a woman in a rocking chair. Aaron cleared his throat once more, to alert them as he drew near. He stopped a foot away before his eyes shifted from the man to the dark haired woman. Girl was more like it, she looked young. "I'm here cause I saw looking for the ranch hands poster back in the town, I'm here for the work" he explaining bluntly, his voice deep, raspy and just on the edge of a mumble. Aaron stood there awaiting an anwser, the silence was unnerving.[/center][/size]
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