Post by Ryven Lancata on Jun 28, 2005 9:51:37 GMT -5
About You
[/center] [/u]Name: Tylor Hersch
Age: 19
Contact Details: AIM: ShiversofEvil
MSN: tylortheterrible@hotmail.com
Your Character
[/center][/u]Name: Ryven Lancata
Nickname(s): None
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race/Class: Human/Thyon
Residence: The continent of Kez
Occupation: Wanderer
Weapon(s): Twin swords
Appearance:
Ryven‘s dark blonde hair barely reaches to the nap of his neck, and it covers the top of his ears. He doesn‘t really care about his hair so most of the time it appears to be messy. His eyes are the color of a sapphire, nearly a perfect shade of dark blue. When he looks at you his eyes almost seem to pierce straight into your soul.
He stands about five feet and nine inches tall with an athletic build and frame. He has some meat on his bones but he is no way close to overweight, the best word to describe him would sturdy. He isn’t a large person, but he isn’t very small either.
He commonly wears a ratty white shirt, or at least it was white at one time and loose fitting black pants. He carries on his waist a durable leather utility belt, that has his swords and his various items. He has a pair of sturdy leather boots on his feet, and a older black cloak on his back.
Personality:
Ryven is the type of person who would rather be alone or with very few people. He isn’t socially illiterate or anti-social, he just doesn’t prefer to have a lot of people around him. He likes to read books and learn about the world around him, and he likes to wander around learning all he can from the natural world.
Ryven is genuinely a nice person all around. He helps people when they need him, and protect them when they are being bullied. If asked, he will probably help out with anything that aids another person. However he is by no means a pushover, he has been known to turn people down when they ask him to help them with something he doesn‘t feel is right.
He has always been some what easily swayed by the wiles of the female gender. If they are attractive they can usually get him do something they want, unless of course it goes against his morals. While he can easily convinced by the attractive girls, the short ones (under 5’2”) make him extremely nervous (phobia of short girls).
History:
Ryven was born into a middle class family, they had money but were not nobles. His father was a blacksmith while his mother sewed for a living. Ryven had a twin sister, Morgan, and the two of them were very close. They would spend nearly every waking hour together. Together they practiced different sword skills they had learned from the swordsmen who bought swords from their father.
One day while they were practicing Ryven began exerting some strange powers. Small rocks were being lifted from the ground, and the thoughts of everyone around him began flowing into his mind. Luckily no one was hurt by this strange loss of control, or rather discovery. After some research his parents discovered that he was indeed a Thyon, and was capable of manipulating many things. Many people in the small town where they lived began to fear the power in which he possessed, but an outbreak never happened again.
In secret he trained his abilities with an old wise man who lived on the outskirts of the town. He was a Thyon as everyone knew, but he rarely used his power until he trained Ryven.
When Ryven and Morgan were about twelve years old Morgan became very ill. Ryven stayed at her side every day just talking to her, or fetching her drinks and food. While his father would bring doctors from anywhere he could afford. However all the doctors said the same thing, there was no cure. The sickness that had befallen Morgan was a mystery to even them. Three years later Morgan died.
Ryven was filled with sadness and anger, and this became apparent has he once again lost control of his powers, this time however, many people were injured and a lot of damage was done. He stayed around long enough to help rebuild that which he had destroyed but after the work had been completed he left. He didn’t want to face the hatred the townsfolk were beginning to develop toward him.
Sample:
Ryven sat close to her and held her hand gently. She looked up at him with her dark blue eyes that appeared as if the entire ocean could contained within them.
“Ryven…” she gasped. He knew it was all she could do just to stay with him, and the pain she was enduring was great. Ryven knew that his sister was stronger than him, in fact he wished that he was the one sick and not her. He felt so helpless.
“You remember that time… when we battled James and the band at the bridge?” she asked, to Ryven is sounded like a whisper but it was all she could muster. A tear ran down his cheek as he remembered the time when the two of them had fought the band of bullies on the town’s bridge.
“Yes of course I remember,” Ryven answered quietly. “You slipped and fell into the water.”
Morgan smiled. Ryven had saved her that day. He jumped into the water himself and got her out. To her, Ryven was her hero. Oh of course they had their trivial sibling fights, but they would always make up on their own. They loved each other very much.
“I wish I could save you from this, just like I pulled you from the water,” Ryven wept. Morgan, using all the strength she could muster, reached up and wiped a tear from his face.
“Don’t worry, I will watch over you from the other side,” she whispered. Morgan’s breaths became shallower with each passing. Then she smiled as her dark blue eyes closed. Ryven embraced her in her last moments, then she drew her final breath.