Post by Jaseum Ferris on Feb 15, 2013 4:03:42 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Jaseum Ferris, Lord of Laysh
Race: Human
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Birthplace: Laysh
Residence: Castle Laysh
Affiliation: Council of lords, currently allied with the Wardens
Occupation: Duke
Religion: Loosely follows the Maker... or any other god who might help him.
COMBAT
Class: Warrior
Character Stats:
Strength: 1
Dexterity:2
Willpower:1
Magic:
Cunning:2
Gear:
- Pair of longswords
Both Silverite, one was his fathers, one the traditional blade of the Layshan Dukes. - 2 hunting knives (one tucked in each boot)
Both Veridium - 4 throwing knives (two up each sleeve)
All grey iron - Leather armor with minor chainmail reinforcement(When moving around normally outside of battle)
- A set of plate made out of lighter material, not as much protection but far more mobility.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Lord Jaseum is, quite frankly, the epitome of what an Ander noble should be. Centuries of battle and death have weeded out the weak in both sides of his parentage, making certain that by the time he was born, only the best genes survived. That being said, the young lord did in fact inherit many of his features from his mother, rather than the usual rugged look of most men around him, he was blessed with a severe beauty and light form. At nearly 6'2 he is by no means a short man, but he is smaller than many of those around him. His light build, quick step, and sharp wit make him a dangerous opponent... on and off the battlefield.
Personality: Will work as I go XD
HISTORY
War... It is a constant companion to the men and women of the Anders. The constant battles against the darkspawn have taken their grim toll, throughout the generations, father to son, brother to brother, all are subject to the everyday horrors visited upon their land by these, the foulest of creatures. Not even lords are exempt from facing them.
The previous Duke of Laysh was a hard man, one was well known for his dedication to the eradication of the darkspawn in and around his lands. To meet that long reaching goal he regularly led his troops out into the wilderness to fight the roving bands wherever he could find them, thanks to his efforts the city easily became one of the safest in the land... but what of those he left behind to wait for him while he was out on these long campaigns and hunts?
The old Duke had two sons, both as strong and hardy as their father. When they became old enough they were taken along with their father, the both of them reveling in the fires of war. But their mother, the Duchess Laisia Laysh was left to worry at home. Each time they left the city she was forced to stay behind, no guarantee of their return. Her only solace was an old friend, risen high in her husbands court thanks to her influence... The Lord Dacius Ferris.
It was in one of these such sorties that the lord Duke Laysh, both his sons, and a party of nearly 20 knights... disappeared. As with many such disappearances, there was little left but scraps of cloth and flesh. The darkspawn had finally gotten the lord and his sons.
Wallowing in her grief the Duchess clung to her old friend, taking her strength from him and allowing him to take over many of the affairs of Laysh itself. A year passed, Lord Dacius was firmly entrenched as the leader of Laysh, and the Duchess was once more heavy with child. Soon after the marriage was officially announced, and Lord Ferris, became Duke Ferris.
Jaseum was born a mere 5 months later. The Duke Ferris was also an avid advocate for action against the darkspawn, however, in memory of his predecessor he took a more roundabout form of action, lending his political and financial support to the Wardens in stead of taking direct action himself. Due to his support the Wardens and Laysh created close ties, ones that would prove crucial in the war to come...
It was because of these ties that the Duke Ferris fell. As tensions frayed and the king of Anderfel readied to war against the Wardens, The Duke of Laysh refused to budge in his position, continuing his avid support of the Wardens. He was one of the first in a long list of political casualties. Poisoned in his own home by order of the king.
Broken and tired the Duchess retreated in upon herself, leaving the new Duke to fend for himself. Jaseum, now a young man, was already powerful in his own right, having made many friends among local lords, soldiers and merchants. Using his ties he rallied support for the Wardens and their cause, now he gathers what power he has left to bring to their aid.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Ferril for the most part.
Contact: Skype name- dark-massiah
Roleplay Experience: Ive been doing forum roleplay for about a year and a half.
Language(s): Just English.
How did you find us?: RPG Directory.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:
For hours Durz rode along, leading Myetel’s cart, the gentle motion of it putting him in a near dreamlike state… Such peaceful days were a rare thing for one such as he. Though, he did have the rare moment of peace, to feel relaxed as he did now was unusual for him, it was a feeling helped by the ease of the journey at hand. It seemed a testament to Myetel’s skill as a carter, or possibly just the indifference of her horse, that Durz himself was able to drive the cart so very easily. It was our of the norm for him to have the chance to ride, rather than walk alongside or scout ahead looking for trouble.
He let loose a small smile as he looked back into the bed of the cart, checking on his little passenger. The young woman was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling with easy breaths… His eyes lingered for a moment on that enticing sight before he turned away, silently berating himself. Humans should hold no interest for him, especially since his enslavement. But for some reason this one young woman intrigued him, her hubris and stoicism making his eyebrow raise in amusement. It was confusing to say the least.
Oh just bed her already and get it out of your head. “Maderra please! I am not about to bed a human, especially a drunk one whom I do not know. And if there is anything I need out of my head it would be you.” But still he turned a speculative eye on the girl… perhaps… But no. No human would be interested in him, at least as anything other than a passing amusement, a beast to be poked and prodded inside of its cage. And that he would never again allow. So he turned away with a sigh, focusing his eyes on the now distant hills.
In the hours since the girl had passed out they had made fairly good time, moving further from the city than Durz had thought possible when weighed down by a plodding horse and cart… But still the sun was beginning to set and they had barely reached the forest that marked the edge of Thul’s agricultural district. They wouldn’t make it much further before nightfall…
With a sigh and a small tug to the reigns he brought the cart to a stop, now would be as good a time as any to stop for the night, and here on the edge of the forest they would at least have some cover. He leapt lightly from the bench, his boots making almost no sound as he landed, thank the gods... he really didn't want to wake the young healer, especially when she was drunk on his own mead.
So as he went about making them a camp he tried his best to be as quiet as possible, gently shushing her horse as he unharnessed him and took him aside for a thorough brushing. The old bay was surprisingly cooperative as Durz tied him off to a heavy log, using it in lieu of a hitching post, and went back to the cart for a moment to ruffle through the items there. After a moment he gave a grunt of satisfaction, turning back with a brush in one hand and a bag of oats in the other. Time seemed to fall away for a while as he gently groomed Myetel's horse, after a while he even began to hum an old war tune. But it didn't take long for him to finish feeding and caring for the horse, and there were other tasks at hand.
After returning the brush and what was left of the oats to the cart he was forced to stop... most would put up a bit of shelter for the night, not that he himself often bothered. A small fire and Maderra's warm side were usually all that he needed to survive the night, but he was fairly certain that Myetel would not appreciate waking next to an irate she-wolf...
So for now he would go back to searching the cart for anything of use. As he did he tried his best not to jostle his companion in her sleep... but as he searched he could hear her muttering, her voice barely above a whisper. Most was incomprehensible, spoken in a language that seemed slightly familiar, only one word seemed to jump out at him as she repeated it... Sol. He couldn't help but wonder what it might mean, for her to dream so heavily about it,” Just ignore it. Continue as you were.” After a moment Durz shook his head and did just that, finally laying hands on a canvas cloth and tugging it out.
He found that it was a fair sized tent, exactly what he had been looking for, and smiled. Finally, he knew this one wouldn't have been the type to sleep without shelter of some kind. It had been some time since he'd last been forced to pitch a tent, but Durz found that old habits die hard, especially ones as mundane as this. It took only minutes to put it up and move a few blankets within for cushion...
“Now comes the tricky part... how should I move her?” Durz sighed lightly as he looked the woman over, wrapped up in covers and furs as she was he knew he couldn't get her loose, and he certainly did not relish the idea of waking her himself after he had tried so hard not to disturb her... In this state though, he was sure she would not wake up if he carried her carefully enough, and so he walked over, gently placing one hand behind her head, and another under her legs, he lifted her up and trotted over to the tent,“Shes so light... and soft.” Dammit, stop with those thoughts! He growled slightly at the turn of his own mind, hoping it would keep him focused.
He placed her in her tent as gently as he could manage, wrapping the covers around her where they had fallen away from her shoulders and moving back. He had to marvel at one who could sleep so well, even with movement around them. Durz was a light sleeper himself, and often awoke at the slightest noise in his vicinity...
Eventually he turned away, ready to start their fire for the night and to await Maderra's return from her hunt. Rather than bother searching for fallen branches and twigs, he merely tore down a few branches from the surrounding trees and carried them over to a spot in between the tent and cart. There he hollowed out a space and lined it with rocks, a proper fire pit... at least for such a temporary camp. The branches were broken into smaller twigs and placed in the center, with the leaves around and under them.
He gave a cursory glance to his surroundings before leaning over the little pile and whispering a word... one of ancient power. One that rang with a note of fiery emotion to channel his power. Durz smiled lightly as the pile began to smolder and light, just in time for Maderra to return, a bit of blood coating her muzzle.
“A good hunt I assume?” Durz smiled mockingly at his longtime partner as she shook out her black mane. If you consider a local farmers firstborn as a good meal, then yes. The boy was quite crunchy. “Oh really? You managed a firstborn? I'm surprised it was a male though, I always figured you for the sacrificial virgin type.” Maderra let out a huff of amusement before trotting over to curl up at his site, her warm body giving him almost as much heat as the fire. How is our little pet doing?
“She seems to still be out, at least for now.” At least he thought she was, the small rustling he heard from the tent behind him seemed to belie that statement however...
He let loose a small smile as he looked back into the bed of the cart, checking on his little passenger. The young woman was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling with easy breaths… His eyes lingered for a moment on that enticing sight before he turned away, silently berating himself. Humans should hold no interest for him, especially since his enslavement. But for some reason this one young woman intrigued him, her hubris and stoicism making his eyebrow raise in amusement. It was confusing to say the least.
Oh just bed her already and get it out of your head. “Maderra please! I am not about to bed a human, especially a drunk one whom I do not know. And if there is anything I need out of my head it would be you.” But still he turned a speculative eye on the girl… perhaps… But no. No human would be interested in him, at least as anything other than a passing amusement, a beast to be poked and prodded inside of its cage. And that he would never again allow. So he turned away with a sigh, focusing his eyes on the now distant hills.
In the hours since the girl had passed out they had made fairly good time, moving further from the city than Durz had thought possible when weighed down by a plodding horse and cart… But still the sun was beginning to set and they had barely reached the forest that marked the edge of Thul’s agricultural district. They wouldn’t make it much further before nightfall…
With a sigh and a small tug to the reigns he brought the cart to a stop, now would be as good a time as any to stop for the night, and here on the edge of the forest they would at least have some cover. He leapt lightly from the bench, his boots making almost no sound as he landed, thank the gods... he really didn't want to wake the young healer, especially when she was drunk on his own mead.
So as he went about making them a camp he tried his best to be as quiet as possible, gently shushing her horse as he unharnessed him and took him aside for a thorough brushing. The old bay was surprisingly cooperative as Durz tied him off to a heavy log, using it in lieu of a hitching post, and went back to the cart for a moment to ruffle through the items there. After a moment he gave a grunt of satisfaction, turning back with a brush in one hand and a bag of oats in the other. Time seemed to fall away for a while as he gently groomed Myetel's horse, after a while he even began to hum an old war tune. But it didn't take long for him to finish feeding and caring for the horse, and there were other tasks at hand.
After returning the brush and what was left of the oats to the cart he was forced to stop... most would put up a bit of shelter for the night, not that he himself often bothered. A small fire and Maderra's warm side were usually all that he needed to survive the night, but he was fairly certain that Myetel would not appreciate waking next to an irate she-wolf...
So for now he would go back to searching the cart for anything of use. As he did he tried his best not to jostle his companion in her sleep... but as he searched he could hear her muttering, her voice barely above a whisper. Most was incomprehensible, spoken in a language that seemed slightly familiar, only one word seemed to jump out at him as she repeated it... Sol. He couldn't help but wonder what it might mean, for her to dream so heavily about it,” Just ignore it. Continue as you were.” After a moment Durz shook his head and did just that, finally laying hands on a canvas cloth and tugging it out.
He found that it was a fair sized tent, exactly what he had been looking for, and smiled. Finally, he knew this one wouldn't have been the type to sleep without shelter of some kind. It had been some time since he'd last been forced to pitch a tent, but Durz found that old habits die hard, especially ones as mundane as this. It took only minutes to put it up and move a few blankets within for cushion...
“Now comes the tricky part... how should I move her?” Durz sighed lightly as he looked the woman over, wrapped up in covers and furs as she was he knew he couldn't get her loose, and he certainly did not relish the idea of waking her himself after he had tried so hard not to disturb her... In this state though, he was sure she would not wake up if he carried her carefully enough, and so he walked over, gently placing one hand behind her head, and another under her legs, he lifted her up and trotted over to the tent,“Shes so light... and soft.” Dammit, stop with those thoughts! He growled slightly at the turn of his own mind, hoping it would keep him focused.
He placed her in her tent as gently as he could manage, wrapping the covers around her where they had fallen away from her shoulders and moving back. He had to marvel at one who could sleep so well, even with movement around them. Durz was a light sleeper himself, and often awoke at the slightest noise in his vicinity...
Eventually he turned away, ready to start their fire for the night and to await Maderra's return from her hunt. Rather than bother searching for fallen branches and twigs, he merely tore down a few branches from the surrounding trees and carried them over to a spot in between the tent and cart. There he hollowed out a space and lined it with rocks, a proper fire pit... at least for such a temporary camp. The branches were broken into smaller twigs and placed in the center, with the leaves around and under them.
He gave a cursory glance to his surroundings before leaning over the little pile and whispering a word... one of ancient power. One that rang with a note of fiery emotion to channel his power. Durz smiled lightly as the pile began to smolder and light, just in time for Maderra to return, a bit of blood coating her muzzle.
“A good hunt I assume?” Durz smiled mockingly at his longtime partner as she shook out her black mane. If you consider a local farmers firstborn as a good meal, then yes. The boy was quite crunchy. “Oh really? You managed a firstborn? I'm surprised it was a male though, I always figured you for the sacrificial virgin type.” Maderra let out a huff of amusement before trotting over to curl up at his site, her warm body giving him almost as much heat as the fire. How is our little pet doing?
“She seems to still be out, at least for now.” At least he thought she was, the small rustling he heard from the tent behind him seemed to belie that statement however...
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