Post by daliance on Jan 13, 2008 21:26:46 GMT -5
General info
Name: Ronan Caius Devlin
Age/Birthday: 15 1/14/ 1423
Birthplace: France.
History: His parents were on vacation in Paris, and they had him while in the palace of the queen. And in her presence too.
Family: A mother, Clarice. A father, Benjamin, and a younger sister, Delilah. Foster family though.
Pets: A tiger named Ryder
Magic or European Colonist: Magic... he's a pretty powerful warlock...
Other: He's also an Investigator
General Appearance
Hair color/length: Around the bottom of his ears, and chocolate brown.
Clothes: anything that's comfortable... normal-ish clothes.
Eyes: ice blue...
Armor/Weapons/Magic: He has a two hander sword, a shield with a coat of arms, and a rosewood bow, with matching arrows... made only by the finest magics.
Other:
Hobbies, Favorites...etc.
Favorite Color(s): red and black
Hobby/Hobbies: target practice... and flirting.
Sport(s): Racing the dragons... that's always fun.
Other: When he touches something, it shows him the memories it's seen.
Miscellaneous
Strength(s): Spells and incantations
Weakness(es): he can't hear when someone speaks, but other than his hearing is the best
Other:
RP Sample: Ronan scaled the moutain and stood atop looking out over the beautiful landscape of Palace. No matter what kind of day it was outside, it was always beautiful. And only one thing could ruin this. His cousin showing up.
His cousin was wonderful and all, but her problems were just too much for Ronan to handle. He wanted things to be fine. Perfect. Everything to be, for once, just right. And yet she would screw it all up.
The Drama in her life just made him shake his head. Scaling the mountains, racing dragons, exploring Palace... he loved doing that. But he knew that in Palace things change in the blink of an eye.
And Ronan knew that one day, his life would be just as or more dramatic, than his cousin's. And yet he was glad that it wasn't. Not yet anyway.
Today is a good day! Ronan thought to himself. Ignoring the black and purple clouds in the distance. He knew it wasn't rain coming his way. Because the air was not calm. The woods and meadow were itching with normal noise. Not the usual Calm before the Storm. This was no natural storm.
Name: Ronan Caius Devlin
Age/Birthday: 15 1/14/ 1423
Birthplace: France.
History: His parents were on vacation in Paris, and they had him while in the palace of the queen. And in her presence too.
Family: A mother, Clarice. A father, Benjamin, and a younger sister, Delilah. Foster family though.
Pets: A tiger named Ryder
Magic or European Colonist: Magic... he's a pretty powerful warlock...
Other: He's also an Investigator
General Appearance
Hair color/length: Around the bottom of his ears, and chocolate brown.
Clothes: anything that's comfortable... normal-ish clothes.
Eyes: ice blue...
Armor/Weapons/Magic: He has a two hander sword, a shield with a coat of arms, and a rosewood bow, with matching arrows... made only by the finest magics.
Other:
Hobbies, Favorites...etc.
Favorite Color(s): red and black
Hobby/Hobbies: target practice... and flirting.
Sport(s): Racing the dragons... that's always fun.
Other: When he touches something, it shows him the memories it's seen.
Miscellaneous
Strength(s): Spells and incantations
Weakness(es): he can't hear when someone speaks, but other than his hearing is the best
Other:
RP Sample: Ronan scaled the moutain and stood atop looking out over the beautiful landscape of Palace. No matter what kind of day it was outside, it was always beautiful. And only one thing could ruin this. His cousin showing up.
His cousin was wonderful and all, but her problems were just too much for Ronan to handle. He wanted things to be fine. Perfect. Everything to be, for once, just right. And yet she would screw it all up.
The Drama in her life just made him shake his head. Scaling the mountains, racing dragons, exploring Palace... he loved doing that. But he knew that in Palace things change in the blink of an eye.
And Ronan knew that one day, his life would be just as or more dramatic, than his cousin's. And yet he was glad that it wasn't. Not yet anyway.
Today is a good day! Ronan thought to himself. Ignoring the black and purple clouds in the distance. He knew it wasn't rain coming his way. Because the air was not calm. The woods and meadow were itching with normal noise. Not the usual Calm before the Storm. This was no natural storm.