Post by Faerun Taisho on Nov 6, 2009 23:23:04 GMT -5
Name: Faerun Taisho
Age: 21
Gender: male
Race: Wind elemental
Alliance: Moonlight's Wing
Personality: Faerun is like his element, hard to tell what he is going to do next and hard to keep in one place for long. He is aloof most of the times. he is often restless when staying in one place for to long. A travelor at heart he isnt often seen at base. Only when he is needed for something or he is simply called over. He isnt evil by any means. He simply doesnt agree with them and the way they run things. He lost both his parents in the plague and his younger brother Talon. It was partialy what drove him to join the wing. He didnt want to be some place that reminded him so much of the family he lost. He is a romancer, yeah, guilty as charge! He likes women and isnt afraid to say so. He had always been a bit of a womanizer and he has the looks to be good at it. What does he disagree with most with the order? Being so adament to protect everyone else when he knows that they would eventualy turn on them-after all fear comes from what we do not understand.
Description: Faerun is tall, his features sharp angled and handsome, with his eyes somehow different than most, narrowed like a hawk and elegently slanted above a distinct chin, and full lips not often smiling or frowning. His eye color is gold like a wolfs but looks amber from afar. His hair is long and dark brown and unruly around his face and down to midback. he is always regaly dressed in impeckable clothing that looks extremely expensive and exotic. They fit him perfectly do to how exotic he himself looks. His body is muscular and has the look of a martial artist. around one wrist is a monks glove wrapped by red prayer beads to hold in his curse.
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Power: Wind tunnel (his elemental powers, mixed with a curse. Got the idea from an anime) His rider power is the ability to take on any appearence he wants. (like mistique from xmen)
Rank: Wing Rider
Brief History:
Faerun was born to the order keep. He grew up there with Aidan and Mirai and the others that had been there as children. He started out so kind, full of feeling and always helpful. He was eight years old when he got his bond, a canid pup he named Lucus and was inseperable from. They were a good team, his mother and father were vital roles in the keep before the plague hit and taught him a lot about his wind element and his fighting with Lucus. When the plague hit and took his family he grew angry and bitter. And when he knew he couldnt do anything to help anyone he left. It wasnt hard to do. He left when the plague still took lives. and he traveled for some years alone with Lucus as his only company and for a while his life was uneventful. He stayed with priests, or as they are known as where he was, monks and learned from them.
They tried to help him get over the death of his mother father and little brother but it was to no avail. He would go out to pick fights hoping to find someone strong enough to challenge him and beat him, kill him even but when he met a dark wizard he realized there are fates out their worse than death. After a close battle the shade cursed him, gave him a tunnel in his hand-a gaping vortex that sucks in anything in its path, that will continue to grow until it has consumed Faerun himself. Faerun sadly realized he didnt want to die. Pity he didnt have a choise anymore. The monks sealed it best they could. But they couldnt stop the curse, only delay it saying hed have to kill the one to do it to break the curse. Easier said than done.
Faerun has to wear his prayer beads and his fingerless glove to make sure he doesnt go sucking everyone into a black vortex-he doesnt wish that death on anyone after all. The monks didnt want him to stay with them, afraid of the day the curse would take his life and any life close to him at the time of his death and so they turned him out. He was angry and hurt but left without a qualm. He joined the wing shortly after and has been a loyal member for a good while now-though he is still searching for the dark wizard that placed the curse on him, hoping to save his life.
He is feared for the vortex he calls the wind tunnel.
Other:
Creature Info
Name: Lucus
Age: 13
Gender: male
Species: Canid
Personality: Lucus is playful and extremely protective of Faerun, naturaly. he tends to be much lighter of heart than his rider, he isnt very scarey to anyone not on his bad side, and likes kids a lot-they always play with him! in many ways he is the opposite of his silent, womanizer rider/best friend. He misses his friends at the keep but he trusts Faerun and stands by his decition to leave. There were to many bad memories for his rider there. He tends to shy away from the other wing animals. Afraid of them since some of them are rather snappish.
Description: Lucus, or Luke as Faerun calls him, looks like a wolf in many ways, minus the fact he is huge. his underbelly is a cream color and his back is a tawny golden brown that goes well with him. His eyes are black around white iris and black pupil. Rather pretty to those that see them. his paws are huge and full of razor sharp paws. He is perfect size to be ridden and often seen as a happy canid, running around like a wild wolf would.
Pic:
Age: 21
Gender: male
Race: Wind elemental
Alliance: Moonlight's Wing
Personality: Faerun is like his element, hard to tell what he is going to do next and hard to keep in one place for long. He is aloof most of the times. he is often restless when staying in one place for to long. A travelor at heart he isnt often seen at base. Only when he is needed for something or he is simply called over. He isnt evil by any means. He simply doesnt agree with them and the way they run things. He lost both his parents in the plague and his younger brother Talon. It was partialy what drove him to join the wing. He didnt want to be some place that reminded him so much of the family he lost. He is a romancer, yeah, guilty as charge! He likes women and isnt afraid to say so. He had always been a bit of a womanizer and he has the looks to be good at it. What does he disagree with most with the order? Being so adament to protect everyone else when he knows that they would eventualy turn on them-after all fear comes from what we do not understand.
Description: Faerun is tall, his features sharp angled and handsome, with his eyes somehow different than most, narrowed like a hawk and elegently slanted above a distinct chin, and full lips not often smiling or frowning. His eye color is gold like a wolfs but looks amber from afar. His hair is long and dark brown and unruly around his face and down to midback. he is always regaly dressed in impeckable clothing that looks extremely expensive and exotic. They fit him perfectly do to how exotic he himself looks. His body is muscular and has the look of a martial artist. around one wrist is a monks glove wrapped by red prayer beads to hold in his curse.
Pic:
Power: Wind tunnel (his elemental powers, mixed with a curse. Got the idea from an anime) His rider power is the ability to take on any appearence he wants. (like mistique from xmen)
Rank: Wing Rider
Brief History:
Faerun was born to the order keep. He grew up there with Aidan and Mirai and the others that had been there as children. He started out so kind, full of feeling and always helpful. He was eight years old when he got his bond, a canid pup he named Lucus and was inseperable from. They were a good team, his mother and father were vital roles in the keep before the plague hit and taught him a lot about his wind element and his fighting with Lucus. When the plague hit and took his family he grew angry and bitter. And when he knew he couldnt do anything to help anyone he left. It wasnt hard to do. He left when the plague still took lives. and he traveled for some years alone with Lucus as his only company and for a while his life was uneventful. He stayed with priests, or as they are known as where he was, monks and learned from them.
They tried to help him get over the death of his mother father and little brother but it was to no avail. He would go out to pick fights hoping to find someone strong enough to challenge him and beat him, kill him even but when he met a dark wizard he realized there are fates out their worse than death. After a close battle the shade cursed him, gave him a tunnel in his hand-a gaping vortex that sucks in anything in its path, that will continue to grow until it has consumed Faerun himself. Faerun sadly realized he didnt want to die. Pity he didnt have a choise anymore. The monks sealed it best they could. But they couldnt stop the curse, only delay it saying hed have to kill the one to do it to break the curse. Easier said than done.
Faerun has to wear his prayer beads and his fingerless glove to make sure he doesnt go sucking everyone into a black vortex-he doesnt wish that death on anyone after all. The monks didnt want him to stay with them, afraid of the day the curse would take his life and any life close to him at the time of his death and so they turned him out. He was angry and hurt but left without a qualm. He joined the wing shortly after and has been a loyal member for a good while now-though he is still searching for the dark wizard that placed the curse on him, hoping to save his life.
He is feared for the vortex he calls the wind tunnel.
Other:
Creature Info
Name: Lucus
Age: 13
Gender: male
Species: Canid
Personality: Lucus is playful and extremely protective of Faerun, naturaly. he tends to be much lighter of heart than his rider, he isnt very scarey to anyone not on his bad side, and likes kids a lot-they always play with him! in many ways he is the opposite of his silent, womanizer rider/best friend. He misses his friends at the keep but he trusts Faerun and stands by his decition to leave. There were to many bad memories for his rider there. He tends to shy away from the other wing animals. Afraid of them since some of them are rather snappish.
Description: Lucus, or Luke as Faerun calls him, looks like a wolf in many ways, minus the fact he is huge. his underbelly is a cream color and his back is a tawny golden brown that goes well with him. His eyes are black around white iris and black pupil. Rather pretty to those that see them. his paws are huge and full of razor sharp paws. He is perfect size to be ridden and often seen as a happy canid, running around like a wild wolf would.
Pic:
