Post by dyne on Oct 10, 2007 16:34:32 GMT -5
Name: Dyne
Race: Ordonian
Age: 17
Height: 5 feet
Weight: 140
Eye color, Type: Round, Deep Amber eyes
Hair color, Style: Mud brown keeps short and a bit scruffy as he cuts it him self
Fairy Name/Color: N\A
Nationality: Hyrule
Description: Young, with short scruffy hair, slender yet muscle his skin browned from days of farm work under the sun. His faces is homely at best with a weak chin, and short nose yet his eyes are large and expressive. Normally glum he wears simple farm clothing a pair of loose fitted cotton breeches an undershirt and brown tunic. He has a nasty scar run down the length of his right arm, and another just over his right eye. Also he wears a straw hat to protect his eyes, yes its standard farmer wear and soft leather boots.
Personality: A rather solemn and shy figure his hunted past having taken its toll on him, yet ferociously determined and possessed of an inhuman stubbornness that lets him al but ignore most minor injuries...till the adrenalin wares off. Has a light but firm voice ... but can easily become a high pitch and childish when excited. Can be coxed out of his misery not a total gloomy Gus. Above all he is a defender, and will gladly attack enemies twice his size and number if an innocent need protections. He is rather simple as well almost naive, at times he can be as wise as a sage..others as simple as a pill bug, it is not that he is unintelligent its just he never went to a formal school all he learned were practical matters of a farmer.
Weapon: Long sword / Short sword
Shield: Uses twin swords so he does not use a shield.
Sub-Weapon: A Long bow
Inventory: Blue Jewelry (an ear ring in his right ear), Tool-Bottle, Power gloves.
Skills: simple horse riding skills, survival skills, swimming, farming, sewing, hunting and lastly he has trained in the Hylian Hurricane swords style.
History: Born in a small farming community on the very edge of the kingdom of Hyrule, a Place more wild then the lush green fields that were closer to the castle. Dyne grow up happy as any kid should be till he was 11, A raiding group of Bokoblin’s lead by a massive Moblin attack and in the span of ten bloody minutes Dyne’s entire village was burned to ash, no one lived. Dyne him self would have died but the attack had sent him running with all the power in his little legs deep in to the woods. He collapse by a small stream exhausted and crying with scraped knees and torn clothing. A Rustle in the bush stop his breathing cold as he prayed it was his Mother alive and coming to find him. It was not his mother but a Bokoblin a wacked think with a bulbous nose and a curved blade. Drooling with the prospect of having a tender child for his dinner, but he got a nasty surprise, rage suddenly replaced his sorrow and Dyne took hold of a large stick and smacked the monster clean on the nose. The Bokoblin shook his head trying to rid him self of the stinging pain from the blow and then angrily lashed out at the small child, his curved sword shattered down the length of the stick and bit in to his wrist before carving a deep slash up his right arm all the way to his shoulder, the pain was to much Dyne passed out.
Dyne awake some time later next to a large camp fire, wrapping in a thick cloak and alive. Perhaps goddess were smile on young dyne as a wondering swordsmen a former knight of Hyrule Castle and a powerful swordsmen in his own right, he had retired and was look for someone when he found Dyne and the remains of his village. Dyne and the Swordsmen named Gen traveled for about a year when they came upon another frontier village, Gen talk to the village mayor and secured them a new home. For six years Dyne lived with Gen, farming the land, learning the art of swordsmanship as Gen was a master swordsmen of the Hylian Hurricane style and to hunt with a bow. Ten days before he was to turn 17 his new home was attack, by the same Moblin lead hoard this time Dyne fought with Gen and other trained men of the village, they saved there home but at a prices. Many women where made widows and Dyne lost Gen. With a new scare over his right eye Dyne Dug Gens grave alone and left the village. And now he is searching for what he does not know.
Race: Ordonian
Age: 17
Height: 5 feet
Weight: 140
Eye color, Type: Round, Deep Amber eyes
Hair color, Style: Mud brown keeps short and a bit scruffy as he cuts it him self
Fairy Name/Color: N\A
Nationality: Hyrule
Description: Young, with short scruffy hair, slender yet muscle his skin browned from days of farm work under the sun. His faces is homely at best with a weak chin, and short nose yet his eyes are large and expressive. Normally glum he wears simple farm clothing a pair of loose fitted cotton breeches an undershirt and brown tunic. He has a nasty scar run down the length of his right arm, and another just over his right eye. Also he wears a straw hat to protect his eyes, yes its standard farmer wear and soft leather boots.
Personality: A rather solemn and shy figure his hunted past having taken its toll on him, yet ferociously determined and possessed of an inhuman stubbornness that lets him al but ignore most minor injuries...till the adrenalin wares off. Has a light but firm voice ... but can easily become a high pitch and childish when excited. Can be coxed out of his misery not a total gloomy Gus. Above all he is a defender, and will gladly attack enemies twice his size and number if an innocent need protections. He is rather simple as well almost naive, at times he can be as wise as a sage..others as simple as a pill bug, it is not that he is unintelligent its just he never went to a formal school all he learned were practical matters of a farmer.
Weapon: Long sword / Short sword
Shield: Uses twin swords so he does not use a shield.
Sub-Weapon: A Long bow
Inventory: Blue Jewelry (an ear ring in his right ear), Tool-Bottle, Power gloves.
Skills: simple horse riding skills, survival skills, swimming, farming, sewing, hunting and lastly he has trained in the Hylian Hurricane swords style.
History: Born in a small farming community on the very edge of the kingdom of Hyrule, a Place more wild then the lush green fields that were closer to the castle. Dyne grow up happy as any kid should be till he was 11, A raiding group of Bokoblin’s lead by a massive Moblin attack and in the span of ten bloody minutes Dyne’s entire village was burned to ash, no one lived. Dyne him self would have died but the attack had sent him running with all the power in his little legs deep in to the woods. He collapse by a small stream exhausted and crying with scraped knees and torn clothing. A Rustle in the bush stop his breathing cold as he prayed it was his Mother alive and coming to find him. It was not his mother but a Bokoblin a wacked think with a bulbous nose and a curved blade. Drooling with the prospect of having a tender child for his dinner, but he got a nasty surprise, rage suddenly replaced his sorrow and Dyne took hold of a large stick and smacked the monster clean on the nose. The Bokoblin shook his head trying to rid him self of the stinging pain from the blow and then angrily lashed out at the small child, his curved sword shattered down the length of the stick and bit in to his wrist before carving a deep slash up his right arm all the way to his shoulder, the pain was to much Dyne passed out.
Dyne awake some time later next to a large camp fire, wrapping in a thick cloak and alive. Perhaps goddess were smile on young dyne as a wondering swordsmen a former knight of Hyrule Castle and a powerful swordsmen in his own right, he had retired and was look for someone when he found Dyne and the remains of his village. Dyne and the Swordsmen named Gen traveled for about a year when they came upon another frontier village, Gen talk to the village mayor and secured them a new home. For six years Dyne lived with Gen, farming the land, learning the art of swordsmanship as Gen was a master swordsmen of the Hylian Hurricane style and to hunt with a bow. Ten days before he was to turn 17 his new home was attack, by the same Moblin lead hoard this time Dyne fought with Gen and other trained men of the village, they saved there home but at a prices. Many women where made widows and Dyne lost Gen. With a new scare over his right eye Dyne Dug Gens grave alone and left the village. And now he is searching for what he does not know.