Post by damous on Apr 3, 2008 3:15:35 GMT -6
Your First Name: Jordan, 23
Have you read ALL RULES & GUIDELINES? YES or NO? Yes
Are you willing to follow ALL RULES & STAFF AUTHORITY? YES or NO? Yes
ID I am requesting: Damous
Name: Teldoni [pronounced tell dawn ee, he gave up his sir name when he joined the monastery.]
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Deities: the 'Earth' goddess and the 'Sky' god he doesn't give them names
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Half-Celestial [He thinks he is human]
Family: Only a father, who is a minor lord-ling on his death bed from old age.
fathers age is in the mid 90's
Hair color: Blond, almost golden in the sunlight.
Eye color: A deep shade of forest green
Distinguishing marks: He has twin scars on his back, near his shoulder blades. He doesn't know where they came from. His wings were "detached" as an infant.
Example RP Post
'A lightening of the sky leads to the lightening of my heart.' Are the words that flow from the calligraphy brush held in a pale but strong hand, as the sky lightens from nearly black to a deep blue. A sigh escapes his lips, as he gently sets down the calligraphy brush across the top of the bottle of ink. His eyes close and his facial muscles slowly relax, as he chants. "Mother Goddess, give my strength, Father God guide my hand." What seems like thousands of times. He stands slowly, taking a few steps back he begins his daily morning exercises without opening his eyes. He hears a series of timid foot falls down the hall. Must be an initiate, he thought to himself, never breaking the flow of the exercise.
He hears the door slowly open, and a deep breath taken. In a flash he hears something, not actual speech but more like a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. In that instant, he knows that it is not as he expects. He drops back as he hears the sound of a rapid exhale, and the slight sound of the dart leaving the blowgun. He reaches under his bed, as he drops to the floor, avoiding the blow dart, grabbing his spear. As he stands, knocking a second blow dart from the air, he looks to the doorway, and almost drops his weapon. His master stands in the doorway, holding a blowgun wearing a smirk.
"Master."he exclaims quietly, but still holding the spear."What are you doing?" A low chuckle escapes the old man's lips. "It was a difficult test for me to give you, my son," the old man replies, "But, I am most happy to see that you have passed." The old man puts his hand into the fold of his robe, depositing the blow gun as he bows to him. "But now, you must go Teldoni. You indeed are talented, but you need life experience if you wish to become closer to the god and goddess." "But, master," he starts. "But nothing my son, I've taught you all I can. You must become your own master now." With out another word the old man turns and leaves him in silence. Now what... He ponders as he gathers his things.
Have you read ALL RULES & GUIDELINES? YES or NO? Yes
Are you willing to follow ALL RULES & STAFF AUTHORITY? YES or NO? Yes
ID I am requesting: Damous
Teldoni's Freestyle Character Application
Name: Teldoni [pronounced tell dawn ee, he gave up his sir name when he joined the monastery.]
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Deities: the 'Earth' goddess and the 'Sky' god he doesn't give them names
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Half-Celestial [He thinks he is human]
Family: Only a father, who is a minor lord-ling on his death bed from old age.
fathers age is in the mid 90's
Hair color: Blond, almost golden in the sunlight.
Eye color: A deep shade of forest green
Distinguishing marks: He has twin scars on his back, near his shoulder blades. He doesn't know where they came from. His wings were "detached" as an infant.
Example RP Post
'A lightening of the sky leads to the lightening of my heart.' Are the words that flow from the calligraphy brush held in a pale but strong hand, as the sky lightens from nearly black to a deep blue. A sigh escapes his lips, as he gently sets down the calligraphy brush across the top of the bottle of ink. His eyes close and his facial muscles slowly relax, as he chants. "Mother Goddess, give my strength, Father God guide my hand." What seems like thousands of times. He stands slowly, taking a few steps back he begins his daily morning exercises without opening his eyes. He hears a series of timid foot falls down the hall. Must be an initiate, he thought to himself, never breaking the flow of the exercise.
He hears the door slowly open, and a deep breath taken. In a flash he hears something, not actual speech but more like a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. In that instant, he knows that it is not as he expects. He drops back as he hears the sound of a rapid exhale, and the slight sound of the dart leaving the blowgun. He reaches under his bed, as he drops to the floor, avoiding the blow dart, grabbing his spear. As he stands, knocking a second blow dart from the air, he looks to the doorway, and almost drops his weapon. His master stands in the doorway, holding a blowgun wearing a smirk.
"Master."he exclaims quietly, but still holding the spear."What are you doing?" A low chuckle escapes the old man's lips. "It was a difficult test for me to give you, my son," the old man replies, "But, I am most happy to see that you have passed." The old man puts his hand into the fold of his robe, depositing the blow gun as he bows to him. "But now, you must go Teldoni. You indeed are talented, but you need life experience if you wish to become closer to the god and goddess." "But, master," he starts. "But nothing my son, I've taught you all I can. You must become your own master now." With out another word the old man turns and leaves him in silence. Now what... He ponders as he gathers his things.