Post by Archaon on Aug 11, 2008 20:06:30 GMT -5
Name: Archaon
Age: approximately 32
Sex: Male
Place of Birth: Norway, (exact location un-known)
Sexual Orientation: None, could be swayed if the right person came along but that unlikely.
Looks-
Hair: long black hair that runs down to the shoulder blades, also a black beard that reaches his pectorals.
Eyes: Black/Brown
Height: 7'5"
Build: large muscular build, broad shoulder width, almost reaching half of his height.
Marking: He has a black swirling tattoo on his right arm from shoulder to elbow, a symbol of chaos on his left upper arm, apart from that his massive build would make him stand out in a crowd.
Personality: Being a foreign land, not knowing the language or customs can be daunting, even for the mightiest of warriors, he has an internal hate of everyone, yet doesn’t show it, he knows it wouldn’t be a good idea if he was to go round killing everything that moved some one would step in and stop him, not yet anyway. Archaon is generally a quiet, shy being, but is a strong warrior and speaks only when it is most needed. He has a strong sense of fairness, this can go as bluntly as “you hurt me, I hurt you more”, but most people would argue that that’s not a particularly fair point of view, but it wouldn’t take them long to find the sharp end of an axe in the back of there head.
History: Archaon is very stuck in the past, using bladed weapons and brute force rather then intelligence and technology; this can provide a few problems for him, though the combination of his bulk and total ignorance of technology and this futuristic world makes him rather intimidating.
No ones knows where (or when) archaon is from, not even himself, anything before a few years ago is a total blur to Archaon; the last thing he remembers is wakening up in a puddle of rain with nothing but the clothes on his back, some Norwegian coins and a small hand axe.
Luckily an old blacksmith found him and realized a man of Archaon’s stature shouldn’t be living on the streets.
Learning a few words of English along the way and over the yearslearnedt to speak it fluently, but in moments of intense rage (or other emotions as strong) his native language comes out.
He was also shown a few tricks with a blade and given a job as an apprentice smith (didn’t earn much money but it was enough to buy food and drink.)
As the years past he began to become a better blacksmith and warrior, he grew to like axe more then the sword as this was his weapon of choice back in his old life, his skills just needed “re-activating”.
Eventually his master past away and the shop was left to him, archaon decided to sell the shop on and pursue what he wanted to become most, a warrior.
Age: approximately 32
Sex: Male
Place of Birth: Norway, (exact location un-known)
Sexual Orientation: None, could be swayed if the right person came along but that unlikely.
Looks-
Hair: long black hair that runs down to the shoulder blades, also a black beard that reaches his pectorals.
Eyes: Black/Brown
Height: 7'5"
Build: large muscular build, broad shoulder width, almost reaching half of his height.
Marking: He has a black swirling tattoo on his right arm from shoulder to elbow, a symbol of chaos on his left upper arm, apart from that his massive build would make him stand out in a crowd.
Personality: Being a foreign land, not knowing the language or customs can be daunting, even for the mightiest of warriors, he has an internal hate of everyone, yet doesn’t show it, he knows it wouldn’t be a good idea if he was to go round killing everything that moved some one would step in and stop him, not yet anyway. Archaon is generally a quiet, shy being, but is a strong warrior and speaks only when it is most needed. He has a strong sense of fairness, this can go as bluntly as “you hurt me, I hurt you more”, but most people would argue that that’s not a particularly fair point of view, but it wouldn’t take them long to find the sharp end of an axe in the back of there head.
History: Archaon is very stuck in the past, using bladed weapons and brute force rather then intelligence and technology; this can provide a few problems for him, though the combination of his bulk and total ignorance of technology and this futuristic world makes him rather intimidating.
No ones knows where (or when) archaon is from, not even himself, anything before a few years ago is a total blur to Archaon; the last thing he remembers is wakening up in a puddle of rain with nothing but the clothes on his back, some Norwegian coins and a small hand axe.
Luckily an old blacksmith found him and realized a man of Archaon’s stature shouldn’t be living on the streets.
Learning a few words of English along the way and over the yearslearnedt to speak it fluently, but in moments of intense rage (or other emotions as strong) his native language comes out.
He was also shown a few tricks with a blade and given a job as an apprentice smith (didn’t earn much money but it was enough to buy food and drink.)
As the years past he began to become a better blacksmith and warrior, he grew to like axe more then the sword as this was his weapon of choice back in his old life, his skills just needed “re-activating”.
Eventually his master past away and the shop was left to him, archaon decided to sell the shop on and pursue what he wanted to become most, a warrior.