Post by Carey "Yu" Lightfoot on Dec 21, 2008 1:19:31 GMT -5
Name:Carey "Yu" Lightfoot
Age:19 harvests
Gender:male
Race:Human
Alliance:Orn Gwaith, Dragoons and a few others that have slipped me mind.
Homeland: The chalk flats, a small farm, with lots of sheep.
Height:6'1
Weight:190
Build:a fat lot of nothing
Skin Color:A pleasant peachy white
Hair Color:Brown and a curly mess
Eye Color:Hazel so I 'am told
Other Features: Haven't shaved in awhile, average easily over looked next to flashier folk, looks raggedy
Weapon of Choice:A nice shepherds crook, or a Bow if I can afford one, a rock an' sling, a god sharpe flint. But I be told to get a sought shield and a straight sword.
Personality:Lax, and self protecting, will help in his own way, Dislikes the Plumbed fellows
History: Supposedly a long decedent of Bith, I grew up on me families farm. I just got me a right of apprenticeship and practice as a farmer. When all these warriors and soldiers show up and demand Food and Shelter. Well we are never one to turn away well armed and hungry persons so we put um' up for the night. Well that next morning I wake up alone and with no sheep or family to be found, and myself tied up and bleedin' on the flats. Well I got myself free with my trusty sharp flint, and then kept lookin' for my fam'. Didn't really find them anywhere I be searching. I soon found a odd wood were the trees themselves did'ot to be there. Being daft of the place I did the fearful thing o' sleeping in that there place. When I awoke the woods was different some weird tree of th' Ma-Palle and being taken in by a strange and gruesome lookin' bunch o' persons known as Orn Gwaith. They see me as some sort of oddity, as me person would be preferential to keeping sheep on the hills and dales of this strange land, north of what they tell me is Mittelmarch. But they only relented myself a small plot when I agreed to let them train me in the defence of my temporary home, sense me fam' still be out it th' wid world. They call me "Yu" causin' in their eyes I believe cause I have yet to prove myself of something, with some act o' courage or such.
Age:19 harvests
Gender:male
Race:Human
Alliance:Orn Gwaith, Dragoons and a few others that have slipped me mind.
Homeland: The chalk flats, a small farm, with lots of sheep.
Height:6'1
Weight:190
Build:a fat lot of nothing
Skin Color:A pleasant peachy white
Hair Color:Brown and a curly mess
Eye Color:Hazel so I 'am told
Other Features: Haven't shaved in awhile, average easily over looked next to flashier folk, looks raggedy
Weapon of Choice:A nice shepherds crook, or a Bow if I can afford one, a rock an' sling, a god sharpe flint. But I be told to get a sought shield and a straight sword.
Personality:Lax, and self protecting, will help in his own way, Dislikes the Plumbed fellows
History: Supposedly a long decedent of Bith, I grew up on me families farm. I just got me a right of apprenticeship and practice as a farmer. When all these warriors and soldiers show up and demand Food and Shelter. Well we are never one to turn away well armed and hungry persons so we put um' up for the night. Well that next morning I wake up alone and with no sheep or family to be found, and myself tied up and bleedin' on the flats. Well I got myself free with my trusty sharp flint, and then kept lookin' for my fam'. Didn't really find them anywhere I be searching. I soon found a odd wood were the trees themselves did'ot to be there. Being daft of the place I did the fearful thing o' sleeping in that there place. When I awoke the woods was different some weird tree of th' Ma-Palle and being taken in by a strange and gruesome lookin' bunch o' persons known as Orn Gwaith. They see me as some sort of oddity, as me person would be preferential to keeping sheep on the hills and dales of this strange land, north of what they tell me is Mittelmarch. But they only relented myself a small plot when I agreed to let them train me in the defence of my temporary home, sense me fam' still be out it th' wid world. They call me "Yu" causin' in their eyes I believe cause I have yet to prove myself of something, with some act o' courage or such.