The Knights of Rhodernia [Semi-Lit+Fantasy] CLOSED

[Hobbit]

{So do we get to start soon? If so, I need to refamiliarize myself with my character XD}

[Lady Mekka]

(Can Jak use a curved longsword? I edited it into his form.)

[salinity]

{ Edited, and xD I know that feeling Hobbit. }

[Mayiamaru]

(-Eagerly grins and waits for the starting post- )

[Symphonia]

((@Lady Mekka- Perfect!
@Hobbit- Yes! We're going to start soon! XD So excited. Yeah, everyone take the time to familiarize yourself with your character, get into their mindsets and such. *Holds in squeal of excitement* The story starts near Hibagia: a festival called Trayrian Eve is about to begin: I'll explain it all in my first post as Clara. So I suppose once my fist post is, well, posted, we'll start. And Fox will kick it off with the elves. :3))

[classi]

Character Form:

Full Name: Vethro Belomondor
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Town of Origin: Marole
Weapon of Use: One shortsword, named ‘Sword of Athren’. It is shiny silver, and has a plain dark gray hilt with dark red swirled patterns. A dark gray shield with the same red markings. (Better?)
Species: Human
Height: 6’4
Physical Stature: Slim but strong.
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color: Black
Build: Muscular arms and legs, strong.
Skin Type: Tan-ish
Clothing: Brown leather gloves, and black boots. A dark brown short-sleeved leather shirt, with very light gray chain male under it. Brown leather pants. Black, gray, and brown cape with hood. Dark brown leather belt with same color sword sheath attached.
Piercings/Tattoo: N/A
Anything Else: He has a dark bay horse named Destier.
Picture: N/A (But think of Aragorn from LOTR)
Personality: Stubborn and proud - sometimes too proud. He gets very protective over people that are close to him, and though they do not always appreciate it, he pushes on. He hates giving up, and isn't afraid to face danger. He never runs, unless he thinks that he could get killed. Sometimes his pride takes over sense.
Strengths: Artistry, swordmanship, athletics, strategising, all types of combat, horsebackriding
Weaknesses: Common sense, focus, hostility, trust
Fears: Loosing a battle, loosing someone he loves, ambush, bees and wasps
Roleplay Sample:
He opened his eyes. Dark dots danced on his vision for a moment, then dissolved into the wide expanse of sky. Vethro blinked and sat up, pure surprise on his face. He gripped the sword of Athren, his hands moving in quick, nervous jerks.
With a battle cry he sprang to his feet, and the sword swooshed from its sheath. He charged forward, towards the shadow that lurked before him.
As he entered the shaded grove of pines, darkness cascaded over him like a watefall, folding and pushing him into its blackening depths. Vethro yelled, pinpointed the direction of his enemy, and pushed his sword near his opponent's vulnurable throat.
Wait. If his throat was left in the open, as is the case, then this man must be an innocent traveler.
Still, his wary instincts wouldn't let the sword move.
The man's appearance was still hid by the shadows. A frown crossed Vethro's face as he growled, "show yourself."
His eyes widened in surprise and he stepped back as an elf emerged from the trees. His smooth, long blond hair flowed behind him like a stream of water. A grin was plastered on his face, and his delicate features showed no sign of hostility.
With obvious reluctance, Vethro re-sheathed his sword, grimacing as the weapon was shoved into his belt. He knew that the elf meant no harm, but it was hard walking away from a worthy battle.

[astrocompass]

((Alright peoples, we are officialy CLOSED.
@ the vixen: I will accept you only because I would love it if we had more guys the girls. so we now have the thirteenth and last member of our guild and I will accept you IF you can change his city of origin, since he is not an elf and the weapon used since I think I said a few pages back that every guild member must use a different weapon))

[classi]

(( You said that a longsword is available. ))

[Lady Mekka]

(I took the longsword, sorry! D:)

[Mayiamaru]

(How about something like a... [Was a lance taken?])