Name: Gerraden Race: Earthing - Alkidike/Shifter Stage: Prentice Aspiring to become: Swordsman Likes: Hybrids Dislikes: Racists General Personality:
Kill you with Kindness! : Gerraden is the type of person who would, rather than get angry...just try and be even NICER to you. Getting a lot of strange looks growing up, as he was a half breed of a shifter and alkidike he grew up with the idea that...if he was nice there was no way anyone could possible complain about him. And if someone did, he would go out of his way to make sure that opinion changed.
Positive:
Tends to leap before he looks
Fears: Deep down he fears that he won't be accepted for who he is. Though he believes 100% that the half breeds are the way of the future he pushes himself very hard to prove that mostly to himself.
Family: Bo'shi: Alkidike Mother Tailow: Shifter Father
♡ = Acquaintance ♡♡ = Met enough times to like them ♡♡♡ = Consider a friend ♡♡♡♡ = Considers a good friend ♡♡♡♡♡ = Best Friend ❤ = DislikesXXX❤❤ = Extreme DislikeXXX❤❤❤ = Loathes/Hates ❤ = Has a crush onXXX❤❤ = Confessed Feelings forXXX❤❤❤ = In Love withXXX❤ = Mate ¤ = Afraid of ☐ = Hasn't met ☑ = Has met ☒ = Hated Enemy - will not interact with this person
✱ At the seashore - Xolani and Gerraden: X - 7 posts ✱ Interruptions - Rayolun & Gerraden: X - 19 posts ✤ I will prove my worth! - X ✱ Personal Space Invasion - Rishima and Gerraden: X - 44 posts and counting ✪ Chapter 4: Tournament Round 1: Gerraden vs Tayyib - X ✤ Shame - X
Stage 2: Swordsman
✱Together again! - Rishima and Gerraden: X ✪ Chapter 5: The Invasion: X ✱ Lets go Hunt! Gerraden and Rayolun - X ✱ Who you talkin to? : Lue and Gerraden - X ✱ Ah the clingy one: Gerraden and Jerarda - X Meta Chapter 6: Tale Camp X ✱ Stalker? X - Gerr/Voll/Jera ✱ A little private time - Gerraden and Rishima - X ◆ Battle: Jerarda vs Gerraden X ✱ A Little Free time Together - X ✤ The birds and the Bee's X 5 points
Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 9:34 am
Growth Reqs
✔ = Meets substantial post length or PD post count ✔ = Meets substantial post length to qualify for two PD's ✘ = Started but doesn't qualify ● = Hasn't started yet
Prentice -> Stage 2: 1 Set-up Journal: ✔ 3 Substantial Journal Entries (At least one must show class affinity): X/X/X/X 3 RPs - 10+ posts each (may be Solos, PRPs, or ORPs): X/X/X 1 Completed Class Quest: X
Stage 2 -> Stage 3
Battle Class Growth Form
Character Name:[Gerraden] Class Promotion:[Knight (Sentinal) ] Current Location:[Jahaur] Growth Points: 25/35 EXP Points: 2/5 Journal:[URL Link] RP 1:Together again! - X- Finished 5 points RP 2:Lets go Hunt! - X 10 posts - 5 points RP 3:A little Private time - X finished - 5 points RP 4:X A Little Free time Together 5 points Solo 1: The birds and the Bee's X 5 points Battle 1:Jerarda vs Gerraden - X Battle 2:[URL Link] Quest Prompt: [What do you want to see for your character? Once submitted for growth, Suhuba will message you to work out the requirements one on one.] Items:[Items are only those purchased through the shop or won through contests] Body Type: [If you see a particular body type for your chara, feel free to say so. Big, tall, muscular, curvy, bottom heavy, whatever you feel is right. Please keep it realistic when growing: a curvaceous wide-hipped character in stage 2 is not likely to shrink their bones in stage 3] Preferred Artists: [List your top 2-3, just in case your first pick is unavailable] Livestreaming: [If an artist is open to the idea would you like your growth livestreamed or would you like to keep it a surprise?]
There is something to be said when about a man who was undeniably stubborn and willful. Though his parents always saw him as a head strong though energetic child never would they foresee that his personalities quirks would end up with him plotting to got to Chibale Isles to prove himself to the full blooded sisters of his mothers people.
The morning was like any other morning, he would do his chores with little complaining, a grin plastered on his face as he was silently planning out his sea voyage to the islands. Perhaps if Gerraden hadn't been in such a rush to show himself to the elders of the alkidike people he would of stopped to ask his mother to take him. After all she was a full blooded alkidike and surely she wouldn't have any troubles getting her son to the islands without a spear or arrow going through him.
In fact if Bo'shi had known he was planning this sort of thing she would of forbidden him to make such a voyage on his own, though their father was a strong man his mother was...perhaps more manly than he was and could be quite intimidating when she wanted to (sometimes without even trying). The woman didn't truly understand her son's obsessive nature when it came to trying to prove himself to people he had never met.
To Gerraden though it wasn't a matter of who it was that he impressed, part of him wanted to show the alkidike elders that they didn't need to be afraid of the other tribes, and that they could open up their borders and let people in. There was a part of him that wanted his mother to finally feel...wanted and welcomed where they lived and perhaps if there were more alkidike's living among them it could be start. So why didn't he feel the same compulsive nature to prove himself towards the shifters?
Perhaps that had to deal with the fact that he lived amongst them already..everyone in their village knew him as he had made a point of trying to befriend anyone he came across. Why he had even 'adopted' Rayolun to be his brother (even if he was a full blooded shifter) though his mother had put her foot down on that one. Saying it was fine if he wanted to treat Rayolun like a brother but he was not about to live in their house until she got to meet him.
But that was neither here nor there, Gerraden had decided a long time ago (being perhaps a couple months past but to him that was a long time) that he was going to go to the islands, but it was trying to figure out how to get there that was the biggest problem. Gerraden wasn't the best at planning things through, and often rushed ahead before thinking things through. Many a morning he had woken up and prepared himself to go to the islands, only to reach the shore line and...stand there.
There had been many attempts to swim there, all ending wit him having to turn back. One memorable time something had brushed up against his legs, and was so large under the waves it had scared the dickins out of him. Though he recalled seeing such large beasts from afar and safely on the shoreline it was quite something else to have one swimming directly underneath them. Fleeing back to the sandy beach where he would collapse and gasp for breath.
His mother would often complain when he got home, about how there was sea salt in his hair not to mention a lot of sand. He took the re-combing of his dreads as a small price to pay for whatever advancements he made on his plans.
There was one time he had tried to make a boat, though he was no carpenter and the boat was merely a bunch of branches lashed together with rope. It floated, for about the first ten minutes... then became water logged and the poor boy was forced to swim back to shore once again. The second time the boat stayed afloat a lot longer, he learned to tie the branches more securely as well find logs that were dryer, but ..with no means of steering or paddling...the raft kept drifting back to the shore.
At least that had been his latest escapade...and drifting back to the shore at least saved himself from aching legs and arms. Today he would make sure to bring a paddle with him, yes that was his plan this go around. His raft was still safe and sound on the shore line and he would definitely make it to the opposite shore today! Full of encouragement he gathered his supplies and trotted down towards the beach. Yes he could feel it. Today would be it. He would defiantly make it to the other side.
But today was the day that was full of disappointments, upon reaching the spot where he had hidden his raft he discovered it was missing. Scrambling he searched the area there were signs of it being dragged off and towards the shore...but he couldn't find it. It was nowhere to be found. Someone...probably much brighter than Gerraden had found it...and made it work. What had he done wrong though? What could he of done differently to make it work?
Moving across the beach he discovered it, a broken pile of wood and vines.. someone had definitely found it...sailed it and crashed the raft. The tide was going out, and there was no evidence beyond the wreckage who could of done it. Though he wouldn't of been surprised if it had been younglings...
Crushed. He had such high hopes for the day. But he didn't know that the day was still full of surprises...and soon he would meet someone..who would put all those thoughts behind.
In the beginning he had been very excited, standing in the shadows watching as the fights progressed. It was interesting to watch as the pairings met up and the battles commenced. There had been all sorts of tribes here and he cheered the loudest when he spotted the love of his life Rishima in his duel. Every swing, hit and miss had him on the edge of his seat...if he was sitting. On the occasion when Rishima was hit he wanted to run out there and help him, and one bystander did have to stop him from rushing forward by putting a vice grip on his arm.
He was warned that if he interfered he would disqualify the one he helped and he couldn't very well be the reason why Rishima didn't make it to the next round could he? It would be a terrible way to meet up again with his future soul mate. Actually it would be a rather embarrassing way to reunite with him, having him disqualified because he ran out into the arena to help him....
Though Rishima was doing very well and holding out on his own quite nicely. There was no reason for him to even jump in as his dream boat was holding his own quite well. And even when Rishima's battle was over he watched a few more before it was his turn.
The battle in the tournament had felt very even. But even so..now he was the one int he infirmary waiting to be treated. Staring up at the stone roof he pondered each and every grain there, he felt ...nothing. Though that wasn't entirely true. The young hybrid felt a couple of emotions, shame...and disappointment. Replaying the fight in his head he tried to figure out what he had done wrong. Gerraden felt ashamed that he didn't manage to win his fight in the big tournament. He had tried so so hard, and he knew if he had just practiced before the fight....if he had been lighter on his feet ...that he probably could of been able to defeat his opponent...
Instead he was now laying in the back, out of the arena but not in the stands. He was cut up and he was having his wounds being tended to. Well they had already been tended to, the healers and monks were already come and gone. To be honest he was now laying on the mat full of self pity and loathing. His father had tried to warn him that he would be going up against people who were actually trained in the arts of weaponry, but he wouldn't listen.
Then there was his mother.
His mother had been rather cross with him. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had turned down learning traditional weapons of the alkidike sisters. The bow, spear...and dual swords. Though the last one had peaked his interest he had declined them all, much to her annoyance. He had decided to go with a great sword, it was a mighty weapon. Not only did It show how much strength it required to wield as well patience and skill to use, he felt it made him set apart from the alkidikes as well most of the shifters around.
Gerraden had to wonder though, as his mother had been quite put out but him wanting to learn a different weapon, than the ones of her people. Bo'shi had even lectured him on how if he wanted to prove himself to her sisters that he would need to master one of the traditional weapons. But to him that meant conforming to the majority. He wanted to mater a different skill, and there was no 'sister' who knew how to use a great sword. His hopes glimmered a moment to think of how he would impress them with his skills....and then he was reminded about his defeat.
Right...or rather his lack of skill. Gerraden wondered how long it took to actually master a weapon. Truth be told he had actually done fairly well against his opponent. There was always power behind his hits there was no doubt about that. Tayyib had just been more agile than he anticipated. Actually it was a good learning experience for him, he would need to learn to be lighter on his feet as well not rely and put all his power behind a single strike.
A deep breath, a healer was coming around to tend to him as he often pushed them away as he would tell them with a pained smile he was 'just fine' and then sulk after they left. This go around though he allowed them to tend to his wounds, watching with mild astonishment as they used their magic to make all his bruises and cuts mend. It was a wonderful skill...honestly if he wanted to be REALLY opposite with the alkidikes he would of become a magic user. They didn't really use magic from what he could tell from his mothers rants.
That was a curious thing though, why wouldn't they take advantage of magic? Maybe they were inept with it? Perhaps their heritage forbade it? Now the poor boy was full of questions that he fully intended on asking when he finally got to speak to any of the elders from the isles. Still the idea of using magic didn't quite seem as impressive as wielding a giant sword and honestly he wanted to have his soul mate in awe of his prowess. Magic just seemed too....pansy like to him. Though if he had bothered to stick around to watch the magic users fight he may of had a different opinion of that.
Flexing his arm that was just healed he watched the muscle contract and he gave a smile. Giving his thanks he was quick to get up, he had a LOT of work to do if he wanted to get better for the next time he met with Rishima. They training was going to start ...NOW.
Alright so his pride was rather damaged, he felt like quite a failure in his fight but he was now wandering through the stands and the stalls, he had not been able to bring himself to go see Rishima. He knew he was here and he had originally planned on going to see Rishima once his fight was over. Perhaps if he hadn't been beaten so badly he would feel better about it all, but he couldn't let himself dwell on it forever.
So to distract himself he was looking through all the stands, to see what the peddlers were trying to hawk, their different approaches in trying to bring a person in to see their wares. He supposed it was a good way of selling a lot of things in a short period of time, it really was a clever idea and it was working s he couldn't help himself but go to each individual seller and see what they were selling.
One strange woman was selling a strange...fish in a glass globe, he really wanted to pick it up and look it all over, but was mildly afraid he may drop it and he only had a limited amount of money on him. He inquired with her how she managed to get the fish inside but all his questions were deflected and his attention then aimed towards sprites that were out of season, then she had a magnificent scorra with pink plumage and a strange scaly creature he had never seen before.
Now it had been tempting to get either of those, he recalled seeing the lizard with someone he had met before, but for this moment he couldn't recall who it was exactly . Part of him wanted to buy it, but then he realized it was a lottery and he would have to fork out a lot of money if he wished to actually win it. Ah well, he could always travel to Tale and see about catching one for himself if he really wanted one.
Apologizing to the woman before moving off he went to mull about looking at things ranging from furs to food wares. Buying such one item as he was curious about this strange food item, as soon as he bite into it he felt the need to go back and buy more for Rishima. It tasted fantastic. He had never had anything quite like it, and he was now curious to how it was made. It was sweet and fluffy but still had a sort of dense quality to it that made you crave more.
A renewed sense of wonder as he immediately turned around and was about to buy more of the delicious treat only to discover...everyone else had the same idea. There was no way the poor boy was going to be able to wait in line that long without the man running out. It was then he was reminded that...as much as he wanted to see Rishima now was not the right time.
Chewing his treat slowly he lost the original thrill of it, it just wasn't as good without sharing it with Rishima and he moved on his way no longer hungry but munching away just so that he wasn't putting food to waste. His attention felt very distracted, not truely looking at anything but looking everywhere regardless. It wasn't until he passed by a merchant that was selling wares...that did indeed perk his interest.
Treat immediately inhaled so he could look over the things he observed such strange and wonderful talismans, scrolls and elixirs. Pointing to each one he asked the man selling them what they did, and he smiled as he asked even though he could tell he was waring on the mans nerves. Counting out his money he ordered a talisman, elixir and a strengthening liquid, though anything he was suppose to consume to get stronger was a bit of a dubious claim.
They were expensive as well, but...perhaps he felt the need to give himself a bit of a pick me up, he'd laugh it off if they did nothing and hey if they did work then that would be a bonus. Picking out a charm that was suppose to increase his talents when wielding a sword he had to give a chuckle, okay so he really didn't think a charm was going to help him but he would probably keep it as just a reminder that to get better he would need to practice...quite a bit.
About to leave and feeling a lot better than he had originally, his eyes caught sight of something very interesting. A strange metal or was it stone? Glinted on the next stall. Moving over like a magnet he found himself touching it..wondering what it did and what its purpose was. Receiving quite a nasty look as he went to reach for it he cleared his throat and then inquired what the stone/metal's purpose was.
Seeing now a potential buyer the man went into a huge power sell for the item, telling him that it was a Gorogorum scale so neither a stone or metal but was used to forge armor. Explaining how the beast was was to hunt down as it lived in the frozen lakes in Zena, a place Gerraden had never been to.
Licking his lips he reached down, wondering just how many scales you'd need to make armor out of it, lifting it up he rubbed his thumb along it and found it was rather strong. The beast must be huge if it was to produce a scale this size. Imagine just how impressive he would look if he wore something like that....maybe it would impress Rishima.
Chewing his lip he put the scale down and then reached into his reserve money, his mother would kill him but he found that he just needed to have that scale. Making pleasant conversation he casually inquired about the amount necessary to make a scale shirt or bracers at the very least, were they hard to clean? Would they survive a direct blow from a hammer or sword? All of course which the seller proclaimed it could survive and do a good job doing.
Perhaps he was being a bit too gullible..as this scale sounded too good to be true, especially for the price. He bought enough of the scales to make one big item or numerous other articles of armor. Either way he was quite proud of himself and felt a renewed sense of hope in being able to impress Rishima.
