Post by Al on Feb 1, 2009 16:22:44 GMT -5
Name: Al
Race: Human
Profession:Mage
Age: Three hundred
Likes: Peace of mind, silence, harmony, friends, girls, studying, and when he finishes a new spell.
Dislikes: Failure, disharmony, rage, fighting, tutors, his whole family, bragging, and being looked down at.
Magic: Al controls fire, and knows secondary growth. His magic is weak, even though he comes from the well known Gormania family.
Appearance: Al stands at about 1,80 cm, a bit tall. He's slim, has long arms, long legs, and how thin he is, gives you a weird look, being skinny and tall does never look good. Al's abs doesn't show that much, nothing more than some faintly defined stripes.
Wearing brown leather gloves, a white scarf, a rough linen shirt, a short cut cape, and a 'dress' from the waist and down, he looks a lot like a traveller, even though it's just the clothings from family.
Al has dark blue eyes, and light brown hair, which shines in the sun. His hair barely touches his shoulders, and he enjoys to keep it in a tail at the back. Al's nose is small, his eye brows is black, and thin. All of his traits comes from his family, even though he is a bit special, with his lack of powers.
History: Al was born into the well famed, and talented Gormania family. People from all of the world, was amused at their skills and their numbers. His father, a prestigeus mage who'd climbed the ranks of different orders quickly. His mother, a skilled mage, who didn't enjoy the spotlight of the public.
The oldest of five siblings, all had hopes for him. His father, his mother, his uncles, his aunts, the whole family. Two skilled parents like his, people said, would make a marvelous mage.
But that didn't seem to be true. Al failed in everything. His first time handling with magic, had been when he was ten.
He'd blown up a whole room. More and more pratice, and no improvement, he was a laughter in his family, the black sheep amongst the white ones.
As time went, his confidence lowered, and all that he tried on, was just a faint spark. His smaller siblings had lost all respect for him, they teased, and bullied him.
As time went, his siblings started with magic, all of them ecceptionally good. Al didn't want to be there any more. Thirty years old, and his desire to run away, be free like a bird, took over him, as he one day fled, away from the terrible place where his childhood, had taken place.
After that, he wandered from town to town, from village to village, never leaving the magic, his former self, but never did he use the magic, and never did he feel like his former self.
Picking up tricks as he travelled, he learned secondary growth from a gardener, and he gained some control of his powers.
When he turned 290, he wanted to settle down, live in a big town. So, he moved to the up coming town Celesta, renting a house from a kind fellow, which didn't want much for a month.
Working as a gardener at the palace, he's exteneded his secondary growth, being one of the best in town.
Not once in the two hundred and seventy years he had been gone, had he heard news from Gormania, but once, fifty years ago. The rumors of a great tragedy had reached the village where he was staying at the time.
The Gormanians, had been slaughtered, by one of their own kind.
They spoke of a woman, a mother, to five siblings, and wife to one of the greatest mage in their line. It had struck Al like lighting, his mother had killed all of them. His mind wondered, speculated, why did she do it? Had she gone crazy?
What had really happened?
The questions was still asked in his mind, to this day.
~Why?~
Aproved
Race: Human
Profession:Mage
Age: Three hundred
Likes: Peace of mind, silence, harmony, friends, girls, studying, and when he finishes a new spell.
Dislikes: Failure, disharmony, rage, fighting, tutors, his whole family, bragging, and being looked down at.
Magic: Al controls fire, and knows secondary growth. His magic is weak, even though he comes from the well known Gormania family.
Appearance: Al stands at about 1,80 cm, a bit tall. He's slim, has long arms, long legs, and how thin he is, gives you a weird look, being skinny and tall does never look good. Al's abs doesn't show that much, nothing more than some faintly defined stripes.
Wearing brown leather gloves, a white scarf, a rough linen shirt, a short cut cape, and a 'dress' from the waist and down, he looks a lot like a traveller, even though it's just the clothings from family.
Al has dark blue eyes, and light brown hair, which shines in the sun. His hair barely touches his shoulders, and he enjoys to keep it in a tail at the back. Al's nose is small, his eye brows is black, and thin. All of his traits comes from his family, even though he is a bit special, with his lack of powers.
History: Al was born into the well famed, and talented Gormania family. People from all of the world, was amused at their skills and their numbers. His father, a prestigeus mage who'd climbed the ranks of different orders quickly. His mother, a skilled mage, who didn't enjoy the spotlight of the public.
The oldest of five siblings, all had hopes for him. His father, his mother, his uncles, his aunts, the whole family. Two skilled parents like his, people said, would make a marvelous mage.
But that didn't seem to be true. Al failed in everything. His first time handling with magic, had been when he was ten.
He'd blown up a whole room. More and more pratice, and no improvement, he was a laughter in his family, the black sheep amongst the white ones.
As time went, his confidence lowered, and all that he tried on, was just a faint spark. His smaller siblings had lost all respect for him, they teased, and bullied him.
As time went, his siblings started with magic, all of them ecceptionally good. Al didn't want to be there any more. Thirty years old, and his desire to run away, be free like a bird, took over him, as he one day fled, away from the terrible place where his childhood, had taken place.
After that, he wandered from town to town, from village to village, never leaving the magic, his former self, but never did he use the magic, and never did he feel like his former self.
Picking up tricks as he travelled, he learned secondary growth from a gardener, and he gained some control of his powers.
When he turned 290, he wanted to settle down, live in a big town. So, he moved to the up coming town Celesta, renting a house from a kind fellow, which didn't want much for a month.
Working as a gardener at the palace, he's exteneded his secondary growth, being one of the best in town.
Not once in the two hundred and seventy years he had been gone, had he heard news from Gormania, but once, fifty years ago. The rumors of a great tragedy had reached the village where he was staying at the time.
The Gormanians, had been slaughtered, by one of their own kind.
They spoke of a woman, a mother, to five siblings, and wife to one of the greatest mage in their line. It had struck Al like lighting, his mother had killed all of them. His mind wondered, speculated, why did she do it? Had she gone crazy?
What had really happened?
The questions was still asked in his mind, to this day.
~Why?~
Aproved