Post by zorla on Apr 19, 2012 23:50:21 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Zorla Ealomin
Race: Kossith
Age: unkown
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birthplace: Kont~aar
Residence: Nomadic lifestyle
Affiliation: Dalish
Occupation: No set Occupation.
Religion: Elven Pantheon
COMBAT
Class: Warrior
Character Stats:
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 1
Willpower: 2
Magic:
Cunning: 1
Gear:
Zorla carries his mothers heavy spear and his fathers sword for weapons. He wears a simple leather tunic and a fur pelt that hides a set of heavy iron greaves on his legs. He wears a pair of studded iron guantless. He carried with his person an array of traps suited for animals and people alike. He carries slight health potions with him at all times.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Zorla is a strange looking Kossith as he is covered in Dalish vallaslin involving the god Dirthamen. He has thin light grey dreads that reach just above his shoulders. His body is marked with scars. His eyes are a dark orange that seem to stare into the depths of someone’s flesh. He is a large framed strong figure and is no doubt intimidating from appearance.
Personality: Zorla is quiet like many of his kind but he is curious by nature. While many Kossith seem to have found there place as they are of the Qun religion, Zorla is interested in humans and other races. Raised by the Dalish he feels out of place in a city and in large numbers. He prefers the wild where the animals roam. Zorla has a short temper, something he can most likely thank his parents for. He is quick and brash but also is a secret protector. He will involve himself in any conflict after he decides which side to take. His goal is never to kill but is not against it should that be the solution.
HISTORY
His parents were Tal’Vashoth that lived as mercenaries. They worked as mercenaries for several years as friends and ended up mating. Soon after Zorla was born they were killed. Zorla had been left in the forest and was found by a group of Dalish elves during a hunt.
Brought back to the settlement they discussed what to do with him. They debated handing him to the humans or to the Qun but the hunter that had found him protested. She claimed he was a sign from Mythal and as such she would protect him and raise him as her own. Zorla grew up with the Dalish elves and when he became of age he received his Elven vallaslin. He was marked with Dirthamen’s vallaslin, the god of secrets as they saw him. At the same time his mother gave him a spear and sword claiming they were his parents. The craftsmen ship did seem to be true to what she said.
As he grew he became anxious wanting to see more than the Dales he lived with. Hearing of the Dalish that had been separated he wished to go in search of them. He was kept from going for years but when word broke of the fifth blight Zorla left for another reason. He wished to go and help those that he could.
As world traveled slowly by the time he was halfway to Fereldan the blight had been stopped but his original purpose was still to find the Dalish and possibly reunite the two. However on his journey he discovered the alienages, and how poorly Elves were being treated and travels to see these things for himself.
If they are true he plans on liberating them. Freeing them from beneath the rule of humans, not only does he veiw them as his brothers but forcing enslavement upon any single race he veiws as wrong. He'd become a sort of warrior in the name of the elves.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Mike or Zorla I’ll answer to both
Contact: just C-box or PM
Roleplay Experience: 5-7 years. I started out with a completely original site that was related to a merge of starwars and final fantasy but most recently Marvel/DC sites.
Language(s): English
How did you find us?:looking for a new site to join…probably an affiliation somewhere.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:
Dante’ wasn’t very excited about going to this meeting that Pietro had called but he figured he’d better show up and find out who’s with them. So far he’d only met Pietro, Pyro, and Sabertooth. Dante’ wasn’t aware of any sort of dress code thus he wore what he normally would on any other day. A shirt he assumed was black which turned out to actually be a navy blue accompanied with his leather jacket. His ears were filled with silver like gauge to keep the wholes from being a bother. Around his eyes he chosen to wear the small fringe of clothe from his attacker. If anyone wanted they could assume that that was the extent of his outfit much like how some hero’s in T.V. shows hid there eyes behind a small mask hoping no one would recognize them.
Walking in the room Dante’ was immediately greeted by Pietro, who shook his hand. It seemed the majority of the room was full only seeing three seats available one of which he knew wasn’t up for grabs. He felt a wave of energy wash over him as the room came alive in a dark purple color. Spirits loomed around every person in the room. The purple aura’s stretched out beyond their owners illumination the room in a strange way Dante had never seen. While normally only seeing through the shadows now the purple aura filled the room, the details where flawless, the chairs where easily seen for a moment he thought he may even be able to see the color of someone’s uniform, a deep purple corset of course it could just be because everyone was in some sort of strange purple haze (MUSIC REFFERENCE!!!).
By the body build of one particular individual he could almost guarantee that the hulking mass of muscle was none of than Juggernaut. It seemed only two woman were in the room but there was something else in the room, something that didn’t dray breath, the figure was strangely shaped. Walking across the room he’d take his seat next to Juggernaut leaning back in the chair. A woman towards the other end of the table tapped her fingers slowly, she seemed intimidating as well despite her lack of clothing. Which didn’t bother him, clothing wasn’t much to Dante, being able to see through shadows if Dante’ ever wanted a close up look of anything a simple thing like someone’s clothes couldn’t stop him.
Walking in the room Dante’ was immediately greeted by Pietro, who shook his hand. It seemed the majority of the room was full only seeing three seats available one of which he knew wasn’t up for grabs. He felt a wave of energy wash over him as the room came alive in a dark purple color. Spirits loomed around every person in the room. The purple aura’s stretched out beyond their owners illumination the room in a strange way Dante had never seen. While normally only seeing through the shadows now the purple aura filled the room, the details where flawless, the chairs where easily seen for a moment he thought he may even be able to see the color of someone’s uniform, a deep purple corset of course it could just be because everyone was in some sort of strange purple haze (MUSIC REFFERENCE!!!).
By the body build of one particular individual he could almost guarantee that the hulking mass of muscle was none of than Juggernaut. It seemed only two woman were in the room but there was something else in the room, something that didn’t dray breath, the figure was strangely shaped. Walking across the room he’d take his seat next to Juggernaut leaning back in the chair. A woman towards the other end of the table tapped her fingers slowly, she seemed intimidating as well despite her lack of clothing. Which didn’t bother him, clothing wasn’t much to Dante, being able to see through shadows if Dante’ ever wanted a close up look of anything a simple thing like someone’s clothes couldn’t stop him.
Password: Gray Warden
