Post by daemonar on Jan 16, 2008 11:35:13 GMT -5
Username: Sato
Character Name: Daemonar Yaslana SaDiablo
Caste: Warlord Prince
Jewels: Sapphire to Ebon-Gray
Residence: Askavi, Kaeleer
Age: 22
Race: Eyrien
Appearance: Long, thick black hair, proud wings, and golden eyes, he has the stature of an Eyrien warrior born and bred.
Personality: Fierce, proud, and cunning, Daemonar is also a bit of a mischief maker. As trouble always seems to find him, he takes things in stride, snarling with laughter or frustration. There is so very little that he fears, that he can be reckless at times, hot-headed, and thingyy. He also has a soft side, but one he only ever exposes to those he trusts completely. He is fiercely loyal, overly-protective, and can be rude when it's completely unnecessary.
Brief History: Born to Lucivar and Marion Yaslana, Daemonar has more than enough experience dealing with warcraft, healing,
courtly matters, and a myriad of other things that he is not naive to the world. Raised in Askavi for the most part, he is a trained warrior and enjoys flying the mountainous reaches of his homeland. Being a resident of the Hall as well, he enjoys the company of the people he grew to know well.
RP Sample:
Daemonar landed on the front stairs of the eyrie and quickly took them by twos. He'd hurried as fast as he could after hearing his mother's concerned words, but the vast expanse of Askavi was no easy land to cover in such short time.
Rushing in through the doors and into his mother's home without bothering to knock. He was winded from the morning's practice in the camps, and hadn't time to gather himself for the blow about to be dealt to him.
His mother was leaning against the sink in the kitchen, her face pale in contrast to her black hair, and her eyes red-rimmed. Daemonar's heart instantly stopped pulsing and began to surge with fear. There were few things the Lady of Riada had to fear, let alone call her son home from the war camps for.
"She's gone, isn't she." Daemonar had to hear the words spoken aloud for himself, even if it killed him inside to utter them. Giving his mother a tight embrace, reassuring him of his existence, his voice turned dark. "I'll find her. Don't worry. No blood of mine can go missing for long."
Key Word: eternal
Character Name: Daemonar Yaslana SaDiablo
Caste: Warlord Prince
Jewels: Sapphire to Ebon-Gray
Residence: Askavi, Kaeleer
Age: 22
Race: Eyrien
Appearance: Long, thick black hair, proud wings, and golden eyes, he has the stature of an Eyrien warrior born and bred.
Personality: Fierce, proud, and cunning, Daemonar is also a bit of a mischief maker. As trouble always seems to find him, he takes things in stride, snarling with laughter or frustration. There is so very little that he fears, that he can be reckless at times, hot-headed, and thingyy. He also has a soft side, but one he only ever exposes to those he trusts completely. He is fiercely loyal, overly-protective, and can be rude when it's completely unnecessary.
Brief History: Born to Lucivar and Marion Yaslana, Daemonar has more than enough experience dealing with warcraft, healing,
courtly matters, and a myriad of other things that he is not naive to the world. Raised in Askavi for the most part, he is a trained warrior and enjoys flying the mountainous reaches of his homeland. Being a resident of the Hall as well, he enjoys the company of the people he grew to know well.
RP Sample:
Daemonar landed on the front stairs of the eyrie and quickly took them by twos. He'd hurried as fast as he could after hearing his mother's concerned words, but the vast expanse of Askavi was no easy land to cover in such short time.
Rushing in through the doors and into his mother's home without bothering to knock. He was winded from the morning's practice in the camps, and hadn't time to gather himself for the blow about to be dealt to him.
His mother was leaning against the sink in the kitchen, her face pale in contrast to her black hair, and her eyes red-rimmed. Daemonar's heart instantly stopped pulsing and began to surge with fear. There were few things the Lady of Riada had to fear, let alone call her son home from the war camps for.
"She's gone, isn't she." Daemonar had to hear the words spoken aloud for himself, even if it killed him inside to utter them. Giving his mother a tight embrace, reassuring him of his existence, his voice turned dark. "I'll find her. Don't worry. No blood of mine can go missing for long."
Key Word: eternal
