Post by taran on Oct 12, 2008 20:45:16 GMT -5
Username: Taran
Character Name: Bruce
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Attitude: Likes to walk around outside, among friends. frequently attends martial arts lessons with a friend. Generally kind when faced with violent people, but powerful when forced to fight. He likes to watch the clouds, to guess their meanings. He has a strong respect for elders, for those who earn it. Hates those who use authority without having earned it (spoiled little brat/prince/person).
Animal: Horse
Spirit Name: Gallea
Gender: Male
Appearance: Bruce is nearly 6 feet tall, solid but thin build. He has wide shoulders, which make his appearance larger than it truly is. His short brown hair matches his eyes, allowing him to blend in with the crowd. Gallea is a large horse, his shoulders well above Bruce's head. His mane flows back a shinning brown and white, his eyes a deep green. His body reaches back over 5 feet, his hooves pointed and sharp, his muscles strong and pronounced.
History: Bruce was born to a relatively poor family, being raised on a farm with many barn animals. He often rode horses to bring in their cattle for the night, occasionally going along the border keeping watch for wolves. When he was 18, he earned a scholarship to a decent college, but dropped out after two years when his father died of illness. He spent the next two years running the family farm, his mother dying shortly after his father. He had no siblings, no one else in his family, leaving him to survive on his own.
Role-play sample: Bruce walked along the side of the barn, the smell of the fresh hay strong in his nose. He smiled, hearing the horses inside running back and forth in anticipation of food. He opened the door, closing and bolting it behind him. He picked up a bale of hay, tossing pieces to each of his three horses. He patted each on the neck, smiling into their wise eyes. He moved on to the pigs, then chickens, then the pregnant heifers. He quickly finished with the morning chores, going back into the small house for breakfast. He took a deep breath, petting his dog on the head as he poured himself some hot oatmeal. He sat, facing the road to town. He frowned down at his plate, the memories he had shared with his mother and father flooded back into his mind. A single tear ran down his cheek as he saw his friend coming up the road, on his way to the Dojo for training. He stood, grabbing his gear and heading to meet him. A loud crack stopped him in his tracks. He looked around the yard, not seeing anything but knowing something was there.
"I'll catch up," he said to his friend, heading back to the barn. He opened the door to find the three horses missing, but a hissing sound coming from the center stall. He walked over quietly, taking a shovel in case it was a snake. He looked inside to see a large, no massive, horse laying on the floor, looking up at him. He felt drawn, connected to the animal, though he didn't know why. He opened the door, moving to squat beside the massive animal. "Who are you?" he asked aloud, stroking the horses mane.
"Gallea." Bruce jumped back with a start, knocking himself unconscious, his vision fading as the horse nuzzled him in the chest with its enormous snout, a bright light being taken over by the darkness as his eyes closed.
Character Name: Bruce
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Attitude: Likes to walk around outside, among friends. frequently attends martial arts lessons with a friend. Generally kind when faced with violent people, but powerful when forced to fight. He likes to watch the clouds, to guess their meanings. He has a strong respect for elders, for those who earn it. Hates those who use authority without having earned it (spoiled little brat/prince/person).
Animal: Horse
Spirit Name: Gallea
Gender: Male
Appearance: Bruce is nearly 6 feet tall, solid but thin build. He has wide shoulders, which make his appearance larger than it truly is. His short brown hair matches his eyes, allowing him to blend in with the crowd. Gallea is a large horse, his shoulders well above Bruce's head. His mane flows back a shinning brown and white, his eyes a deep green. His body reaches back over 5 feet, his hooves pointed and sharp, his muscles strong and pronounced.
History: Bruce was born to a relatively poor family, being raised on a farm with many barn animals. He often rode horses to bring in their cattle for the night, occasionally going along the border keeping watch for wolves. When he was 18, he earned a scholarship to a decent college, but dropped out after two years when his father died of illness. He spent the next two years running the family farm, his mother dying shortly after his father. He had no siblings, no one else in his family, leaving him to survive on his own.
Role-play sample: Bruce walked along the side of the barn, the smell of the fresh hay strong in his nose. He smiled, hearing the horses inside running back and forth in anticipation of food. He opened the door, closing and bolting it behind him. He picked up a bale of hay, tossing pieces to each of his three horses. He patted each on the neck, smiling into their wise eyes. He moved on to the pigs, then chickens, then the pregnant heifers. He quickly finished with the morning chores, going back into the small house for breakfast. He took a deep breath, petting his dog on the head as he poured himself some hot oatmeal. He sat, facing the road to town. He frowned down at his plate, the memories he had shared with his mother and father flooded back into his mind. A single tear ran down his cheek as he saw his friend coming up the road, on his way to the Dojo for training. He stood, grabbing his gear and heading to meet him. A loud crack stopped him in his tracks. He looked around the yard, not seeing anything but knowing something was there.
"I'll catch up," he said to his friend, heading back to the barn. He opened the door to find the three horses missing, but a hissing sound coming from the center stall. He walked over quietly, taking a shovel in case it was a snake. He looked inside to see a large, no massive, horse laying on the floor, looking up at him. He felt drawn, connected to the animal, though he didn't know why. He opened the door, moving to squat beside the massive animal. "Who are you?" he asked aloud, stroking the horses mane.
"Gallea." Bruce jumped back with a start, knocking himself unconscious, his vision fading as the horse nuzzled him in the chest with its enormous snout, a bright light being taken over by the darkness as his eyes closed.
