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| sekuda | Sat Mar 24, 2007 1:49 pm Post #1 |
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Name: Dyson Kurst Age: 24 Height: 5'9" Weight: 220 Species: Human Alignment: True Neutral Physical Description: Well built, tall and strong. Wide shoulders. He has brown eyes and dirty brown hair. It's shaggy and messy, reaching his nose and halfway down his ears. History: Dyson was born into a tribe of strong warriors. His father was one of the royal guards of Denkh, the capital of the tribe. The people of the village were trained as warriors, putting most of their resources towards war. Many other tribes in the northern lands, where Denkh was, saw them as a threat for even though their numbers were few they could withstand any foe. It was during his late teens, after he had gone through the tribes rituals of training, that Dyson and his tribe were attacked. Dyson was placed in the first regiment of the tribe, and from that point he could taste the blood of war in his mouth. Denkh was able to hold their ground, only having 10,000 troops against 20,000. The battle went on for many days, and it seemed that the tribe that Dyson fiercely fought for could win. The enemy was retreating back, and in a frenzy Dyson hacked down his enemies from behind. Cutting them down, and running over their dead bodies. The horns sounded for victory, but these were not his own horns. The foul enemy tribes had set an ambush, and were soon overcome with many forces. Dyson's own forces sounded in retreat, fleeing back to their village. As they came nearer they could only see smoke rising. The whole village was on fire, burning to the ground. Dyson couldn't bare the fact what had happened. Neither could the forces of Denkh. With furious rage they turned, and set swords and spears to the enemies bodies. It was not enough though. As they cut down their enemies more came, and they were soon overcome. Dyson could seen the enemy battle standard of the regiment in front of him, waving it around mockingly to his tribe. Dyson charged forward yelling out, his sword hacked down bodies, and his shield reflecting blows as he ran towards the standard. Dyson raised his blade to kill the standard, but was struck down. He did not know who or what caused him to fall. All he remembered was the pain, flowing through his head as his eye was ripped from his socket. Blackness had clouded his vision, and Dyson fainted from the pain. He never knew how long he was out, all he remembered was when he woke up everything around him was dead. He was the only man alive from his tribe. With his village dead, and his tribe gone, Dyson swore on his sword that he would avenge his tribe. (Sorry this was very undiscriptive, I was in a hurry. I'll clean in up later) Weapon: Longsword Item: Cloak (red) Spell: Find Familiar Primary Element: None Secondary Element: Darkness Skill 1: Great Agility Skill 2: Handle Animal Skill 3: Ride Skill 4: Ambidexterity Flaws: One eye (Missing the Left Eye), Reckless, No-Retreat Feat: Combat Reflexes |
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