Post by midnight on Sept 17, 2006 11:42:13 GMT -5
Name:Eric
Gender: Male
Race: Hiresh but he does not know that
Corner Preference:Airos - Goddess of Wind
Age: appears to be around twenty, is really hundreds of years old.
Description: Where to start? Eric has always been tall for his age, standing almost 6 foot 2 inches. His skin is tanned from the sun and rippled with muscles he has developed from hard labor. His body is covered in scars, each holding a memory of a unfair beating or a impossibly hard task. The one of most importance, is the one on his left palm, cut there himself as a reminder of what he promised.
His face is cut like stones. Sharp lines bring out his stubborn chin and hard jaw, giving him always a look of defiance. His eyes are dark shade of gray with green specks placed here and there. They never look happy, sad, they really don't express much emotion. His hair is a dark, earthy brown, hacked to the nape of his neck. Its never neat or clean, he just lets it sit there. His bangs fall over his eyes and hide his face, yet another way he hides himself from the world.
He only has one pair of clothing. His pants are a simple brown, worn from long use and tough days. His shirt is white wool, cut to his shoulders. Over this he wears a long, brown cloak with a large hood. This he stole not to long ago, he needed to keep his face hidden. On his waist he wears a sword. The hilt is a dark black, with a metal tip at the very end. The handle is the same silver, with two blue stones placed on the top.
Eric tries his best to blend into a crowed, but one great thing makes him stand out from everyone else. On his back, where his shoulder blades should be, are to giant wings. They have to be large to be able to lift him off the ground. The feathers are the same color as his hair, except tinged with white at the tips. He had them ever sense his fourteenth year of being a slave, were his already terrible world turned upside down.
Personality: Eric never seems happy. At a young age, he found out the world is nothing but a evil, cruel place, and that has cut deeper then any wound could. Shadow is set upon his soul, making him distance, cold, and seemingly uncaring. He wants nothing to do with the world, and it wants nothing to do with him.
Only a few know the Eric's other side. On the inside, he is a shy, genital boy, who only wants to please others. He loves nature, especially flying creatures like birds. They gave him hope and lifted his spirits. He used to play the flute, and still has one which he plays every once and a while. The songs he plays shows his mood, and can change as much as the wind.
The only thing he fears is being a slave once again. He would rather die then be beaten like a animal ever again. That was what he swore that night, never again would he let that happen. When you ask him of his past, he'll glare at you and turn the other way. He never talks about it, no one really knows. When he is sad, or something is bothering him, he will become even colder the he usually is, and easily lose his temper. He is really happy, and when he is it is only his eyes that show it. They shine like a lost light, just able to break through the fog to show you there is something beyond the clouds.
Skills: Eric has the ability to fly great distances without using up much energy. He can also use his blade very well, and has been able to surivie on his own in the wild for some time. He also noticed that his eyesight and hearing is slightly better then others. The last thing he can do is a form of meditation. While it is not as good as sleeping, it is able to calm his mind and give him a quick jolt when he needs it. Afterwords though, he is twice as tired and needs to sleep twice as long to get his energy back.
Sample Post: Eric is not sure who his parents are, where they came from, and when he was born. All he knows is that from a very young age, he found himself begging in the streets, stealing for food. His earliest memories are filled with hungry days and cold nights. He lived in a village somewhere in Air territory, but he has no clue how he got there in the first place. He lived like that for years, until the village was attacked by bandits, and taken to be a slave.
The time with the bandits was the first in a long life of misery for him. They treated him cruelly, making him walk while they rode on horses. Often times they had to drag him behind them on a rope, sense he could not keep up. They gave him even less food then he got as a street rat, and many times they would beat them for no reason. When Eric was finally sold, he was glad to go.
He ended up on a large farm, working out in the fields weeding. It was hard work, but it was better then being with the bandits. At least he got more food and somewhere to sleep.
That only lasted for a while though, and soon Eric found himself being sold again. This time he ended up at a large estate, working for a fat old man as his personal slave. The man was cruel and found great entertainment in beating Eric. He beat him regularly, sometimes knocking him unconscious. He also blamed Eric for everything, and for the silliest things to. Eric was forced to live through that, day after day, with no hope of a better life.
Until she came. She was the slave of a great horse breeder, who came to town one day to sell his master horses. She was the most kind, beautiful, and genital person Eric had ever met. She pitied him, and would often bring him extra food, or simply be there to talk with him and lift his spirits. They spent many days together, some of the happiest days Eric had ever had. When he was with her, his life seemed to have light. Then Eric found out that the horse master had sold her to his master, and that she would be staying. Eric thought this was the most wonderful thing in the world. But he was wrong, very wrong.
If it was even possible his master treated her even worse then he treated Eric. Eric had to watch day after day as she took his insults and beatings. Her body was frail and small already, and under her master she quickly became ill. She caught a infection from her many wounds, and soon could not work. Eric wanted to look after her, but his master didn't care.
To Eric's horror, he threw her out onto the streets, saying he had no use for a pitiful slave like her. That was the last time Eric saw her, laying in the mud on the road, as his master closed the door. Eric had been a slave for fourteen years on that day, and on that day his life changed forever.
Eric suddenly started to have great pains in his back. They were so great, that he couldn't even move. For twenty four hours the pain took over his body, until Eric started to pray for death then to face this pain. That night his master told him that if he was not better by morning, he would through him out onto the street like he had that girl. This was the final straw. Eric told himself he would be better in the morning. He would live, just to have to great pleasure of killing his master.
He then passed out, not to wake up until dawn. And when he did, something amazing was waiting for him. Sprouting from his back, were to large, brown wings. He found that after a few moments, he could move them of his own occurred. He spreed them out, then pulled them close to his body. He also found, that the pain was gone, and he felt better then ever. Now it was the time to take his revenge.
He sneaked out of his room-more like cell- and crept slowly down the hall toward his masters study. He knew he would be there, he was always there drinking. As he passed the long hallways, he saw that the walls had been decorated with many different kinds of weapons. One in particular caught his interest. It was a long sword, resting in a black hilt with a metal tip. The handle was silver, with two blue stones at the top. He took it,he felt that it was his.
When he reached the study, he found his master drunk as usual. With quiet feet he crept up on the man, who was facing the fire. Eric had always been much taller then him, and his shadow loomed over the man, making him turn round. What he saw made his blood run cold. Standing over him he was sure was a demon. His eyes were a cold, steely gray, outlined by dark brown locks as they fell over his face. In his hands was a long sword, posed to strike. And on his back, were to massive wings. They looked almost black in the lighting, making the demon look like a dark angel.
Then Eric struck, and the man saw no more. Eric immediately left after that. He left town, left the territory, and ran toward the uncharted regions. On his way he fell into his old
habits. He began to steal again-that was how he got the cloak. He also found threating and a few times murder, worked better. Also on the way, he learned that he was able to fly. After a few false tries, he was able to lift off the ground and soar threw the skies, like he had been born to do this.Finally, he made his found himself in the uncharted regions, and he hid himself away, not to be seen for many years. Those years alone twisted his soul and clouded his mind. Alone with only his unhappy thoughts, he was sure he was going mad. Until one day the gods and goddesses decided to save him.
He was out hunting, when something in the sky caught his eye. It was a large hawk, soaring the currents as it to searched for food. It was a beautiful sight, and Eric found himself awed by its grace and beauty. After it caught itself some food, Eric followed it back to its nest where he was met by the sight of three chicks. They were all fluffy gray, barely a few days old. Eric found himself watching the nest for a long time. The hawk did not know he was there, and soon took off again for more food. Daring himself, Eric raced over to the nest, and plucked one of the bundles out of white.
He raised it, and named it Kaushal, which meant clever and skilled. Kaushal grew to be a mighty bird, and began to accompany Eric on his travels. With his new friend, Eric found his spirits lightened. Those terrible thoughts no longer haunted him as much, and he found that for a while his spirit was at ease.
But Eric knew this could not last forever. To live his remaining life with only a bird as company was not one of his options. Eric had began to notice that he did not age like other people. He was sure that many, many years had passed sense he had murdered his master, but he did not seem to age at all. So one night, he cut his hand with his sword, and made a vow. He was going to go back to the Air territory, and figure out who he was, what he was. He would find someone who could answer his questions,
even if it killed him.
