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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:49 pm
About Me | all you need to know
*waves* Hi there! My name is Manda and I'm a (soon to be) 26 year old Photography student. I've already been through college once and I have a degree in Graphic Design. But due to the lack of such jobs ANYWHERE around here, I decided to go back to school for Photography - in hopes that it will be easier to find a job after I'm finished. Plus, it means I don't have to start paying off my school loans yet ... *cough*
Aside from that, I've been on Gaia since 2003 and in the B/C since ... I'm not sure, '04 or '05. My first pet was one of the original Errais from Meepfur's old old shop. XD
I own one shop of my own (My Little Pony) and hang out in a lot of others. At the moment, I'm not in any really really RP-intensive places and/or all the shops that used to be pretty intensive have died, or gone quiet. But I love RP and community and plot, so I'm hoping I can get into this place!
It's nice to meet you all! heart
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:50 pm
General Information | just the basics
Name: Arlyn
Age: 14
Hometown: The river city (which has no name lol)
Class: Bow/Ranger ----> Eventually, Tamer
Weapon: Shortbow + small knife for up-close defence, etc
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:51 pm
Appearance | so this is what you look like
Upon his arrival in the city of Ciphar, Arlyn stands at around 5'3", though he still has a couple of inches to grow, judging by his somewhat gangly frame and larger hands and feet. Dark brown eyes peer at the world from a tanned face framed with long honey-brown bangs. The rest of his hair is pulled up and back into a short, high ponytail. This ponytail is bound with a simple leather cord, though a small wooden charm of some sort of bird dangles from it.
Though it's obvious from his general looks that Arlyn is fairly young, the expression in his eyes is that of a much older person. He's been through some hardships in his life, as young as he is, and it shows.
His clothing is quite simple and practical, and it's likely he wouldn't know what to do with fancy outfits and the like.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:52 pm
Personal Information | look a bit closer
Personality:
On the whole, Arlyn tends to be a somewhat quiet and serious individual. Though he's still young, he has a lot of more 'adult' mannerisms. He thinks before speaking, and only says what's necessary to get his point across. He tends to weigh the consequences of things before doing them, and isn't afraid to take responsibility when something goes wrong and it's his fault.
However, though he might think that he's "grown up" and responsible, there's still quite a lot about the world that he doesn't know. Though he doesn't mean to, he often seems like he's got a more superior attitude than others, and this could get him into trouble. He's perfectly willing to make friends with new people, but at the same time tends to keep a bit of distance between himself and others. He may call someone his friend, but still keep secrets from them, or not show up for some kind of scheduled meeting. This neglect isn't necessarily intentional, he simply has other priorities sometimes and doesn't understand that his actions might hurt the other person. He's also a bit slow to open up to people, even those he considers to be his friends. To most others, his past is a big mystery - he never talks about it.
If he's confronted with something out of his experience, Arlyn is more likely to try to fit it into something he knows about first - rather than accept it as a new thing and learn about it. In a way, he has little boxes in his head, and if it doesn't fit in one of those boxes, he'll try to make it fit. If whatever the thing is won't fit in a box, he often gets frustrated and refuses to think about it for a while until he finally comes to terms with it and then he's more willing to learn about it.
When it comes to things like games and pretending and the like, Arlyn doesn't have a lot of experience with the things a 'normal' child would know. In a lot of ways, he skipped over childhood and went straight to being something of a miniature adult. This has a lot to do with how he acts and thinks. This is not to say that he doesn't know how to pretend or imagine, but he's never had much of a chance to. He's also never really played gams with others. For the most part, any playing he's done has been on his own.
History:
Arlyn was born into a rather poor family that lived on the outskirts of the city - more or less in the slums. From the time he was small, he was always encouraged to contribute to the family in whatever ways he could. So, he didn't have a lot of time to just be a kid. One of his earliest memories is of following his mother to the marketplace when he was barely able to walk in order to help her sell the small carvings she worked on for hours at their house. Rather than being allowed to sit and play with the carvings, he was instructed to call out to passersby to see the wares, or walk around with one or two carvings in his hands to lure customers to his mother's blanket.
When Arlyn was six years old, there was a relatively small fire that raged through the section of the slums where his family lived. His mother was pregnant at the time and so was a bit slower in getting out of the way of that fire. Though she wasn't killed, she did inhale far too much smoke for the health of her unborn baby. When the baby was born several weeks later, his tiny sister lived two days and then died. The birth had also been very difficult on his mother, and from that point on she was almost always weaker and sick. She still went to the market to sell her carvings, but these trips occurred less and less often.
It was after this point that Arlyn's father made a bow for the boy and began taking his son with him on hunting trips outside the city. His mother's carvings no longer made enough money to buy food for the small family, and Arlyn couldn't go to the marketplace alone ... so his parents judged he could help out more by joining his father in hunting. At first, the boy was clumsy and lost more arrows than anything else, but hunger and need are strong motivators. As he got older, Arlyn was eventually trusted to go to the marketplace by himself and now his splits his time between selling his mother's carvings and hunting with his father. By this point, he's gotten fairly skilled at hunting for small game with his shortbow, though what he knows would probably be of little to no use in a battle situation.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:53 pm
Possessions | this is what's mine
Weapons:
Arlyn's bow was made for him by his father, from the wood of a desert juniper. Though it is well-made, it's very practical, with no decorations or special properties. Arlyn keeps it strung with gut from whatever animals he can get this from and he always tries to have two-three extra pieces of gut with him at all times. The knife that he carries is also simple, carved from a piece of bone and sharpened. The hilt is leather-wrapped and the blade is about five inches long.
Accessories:
Aside from his weapons, Arlyn arrives in the city with a mid-sized sack full of dried meat and a small bit of fruit, as well as a waterskin and a change of clothing. He also carries several small wood carvings of various desert animals.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:55 pm
Family | where i came from
Father: Behine (bay-hee-nay)
Age: 45
Occupation: Hunter
Other Information: Behine is a strong presence in Arlyn's life. For as long as he can remember, his father has always been there. The man is dedicated to his family and loves them very much. Though not the best hunter in the small group that he goes out of the city with, Behine is decent at hunting. His real gift, however, is teaching others how to hunt. Though he can seem a bit gruff, he's very patient and forgiving of mistakes. However, if someone does something to endanger the rest of the party, Behine will make sure they understand in no uncertain terms exactly what it is they did wrong. Some have been known to say that disappointing Behine on a hunt is the last thing they want to do.
Mother: Nazeera (nah-zeehr-ah)
Age: 32
Occupation: Artisan
Other Information: Though Nazeera has been all-but crippled by the fire that stole her baby from her, she still tries to be strong for her husband and son. There are days, however, when it's just too much. On those days, she is glad that both the men in her life are out of the house, so they can't see her cry. Most of the time, though she may be too weak to get out of bed, she still does her best to help her family out. Her chief talent is in carving wood, and there are always some kind of wood shaving scattered about her bed. She keeps a variety of small carving knives on the windowsill beside that bed, and any carvings she's working on also sit there. When she's finished with a carving, she puts it into a large basket sitting beside the bed. Generally, when the basket is over halfway full, that's when Arlyn takes a day off from hunting to go to the marketplace.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:56 pm
Beliefs | the way it is
This post is simply going to be my own thoughts on how the Persans, and Arlyn's family in particular, feel about religion. Hopefully this will explain a few things, such as why his parents are honored about him being chosen and why he carries things with him on his journey.
The way that I imagine the general religion of the Persans is heavily connected to the desert as a whole. The desert, in several ways, rules their lives. To them, the gods are everywhere in nature. In the sands and the desert plants, and especially in the wind. Wind moves, and goes everywhere - so it only makes sense that the gods would use wind as a way to watch over people and sometimes speak to them. Whenever one feels the gods have called them to do something, they call it "following the wind".
From what I've read in various shop information, the Persans have part of their basis in Ancient Egyptian culture. In this culture, when an important person died, their possessions were buried with them so they could use them in the afterlife. In much the same way, the Persans believe in an afterlife. Most people, especially if they are poor, are still not buried with everything they own - perhaps sometimes a few personal effects. But to them, a Sacrifice is one of the most important people to exist. They are going to live with the gods and serve them in the afterlife. So these people are typically sent away with whatever possessions they might need to do that. When Arlyn is chosen, it's assumed that he will use the skills he already possesses - those of a hunter - to serve the gods. So he takes with him his weapons, clothing, and some small gifts of carvings from his mother.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:58 pm
Week's End | this is my life
Arlyn let out his breath, slowly, sighting down the shaft of his arrow at the desert hare several paces away. He'd come up over the top of a little rise and seen it sitting down there ... the perfect thing to bring home for dinner tonight. He was excited because hares were hard to shoot, as they were usually running all about here and there. But he couldn't act excited now, he had to be calm, and aim slowly... carefully. Allowing eyes to lid just for a moment, the boy visualized his arrow hitting the target, trying to make what was in his mind become reality.
Then he loosed the arrow.
But still, he remained frozen on the rise, breath held now as he waited to see if it would hit its target. At the last moment, the hare looked up, and started, hopping once. But before it got any farther, the arrow skipped off the ground and grazed one hind leg. The creature screamed - an all too human noise, and started to run. But it was injured now, and slow.
Arlyn winced at the scream - he really hated that noise - and took off after the small animal. Now that it was hurt, it didn't take him long to catch it, grabbing at the hare from above and lifting it up by the scruff of its neck. Then he drew the sharp bone knife from his waist and quickly drew it across the hare's neck. Only then, did a grin spread across the boy's face. They would eat well tonight. No one else had seen the hare, and no one else had been chasing it. Which meant it was his alone, to do with as he pleased.
And he wanted to take it home for his mother to cook, and have a good meal this week. The hunting had been scarce all week long, so this was definitely a positive way to end the week.
Tomorrow he would probably have to go to the marketplace to see his mother's carvings again. So that was another reason this catch was very good. These days, his father almost spent more time teaching new hunters than he did hunting himself. But Arlyn didn't mind... he was getting better. Soon, maybe his father could stay home, and he would catch all of their food! That would be good. He wanted to help his family however he could. Smiling, Arlyn picked up the hare by its back feet and climbed back up to the rise where he'd seen the creature from. Then he looked out over the barren desert, thoughts far away for a few moments.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:03 pm
When Destiny Calls | follow the wind
Standing there on that little rise out in the desert, Arlyn took just a moment to daydream about what life might be like if he became a great hunter. If they had enough food, all the time, maybe his mother would get stronger. Maybe they could sell the furs of the animals he caught and get medicine for her! Then she could make more and better carvings...
Oh, he knew that they would never be rich, but it would nice to have a little money now and again. And it would all be because of him, the great hunter!
A noise startled him out of his thoughts, almost like a scuff of a boot on dirt. He whirled, grinning - expecting to see his father or one of the other members of the party approaching him. But there was no one there. Instead, he saw a few tiny pebbles being blown about by the wind. Well ... that was odd. It wasn't windy at all where he was standing, but over there...
"Ah!" Arlyn yelped suddenly, as a gust of wind pushed at him from behind, almost making him stumble. It seemed he'd thought too soon, there. Laughing softly, he let the wind push him along, as if it was some kind of game. "Where are you taking me?" he asked playfully. He shouldn't be playing, he knew that. But... he had already caught the hare, so surely it couldn't hurt now?
Reaching down, he quickly tied the hare to his belt with a length of cord, then spread his arms out to either side like he was flying. He'd often stood and watched desert eagles soar overhead, so he thought he knew what he was doing as he tilted his arms this way and that - imitating the great birds. He kept that wind at his back, running along the curve of a small valley, imagining he was high up in the sky.
Arlyn closed his eyes for a moment, laughing, and then... he tripped over something. With a sort of 'oof!' sound, the boy tumbled to the ground, bruised now and covered in dust. A bit dazed, he looked up, blinking since he was now facing the sun. There was a dark shape in front of him ... the edges of it fluttering in the wind. The boy blinked a few more times, and the shape resolved itself into a tall man wearing some kind of strange robes.
Arlyn scrambled quickly to his feet, staring. Who ... what..? He knew very well that no one in the city wore robes like that, and very few people were so tall. Even his own father would stand nearly a head shorter than this man. Not to mention Arlyn could see that the man's hair was a pale yellow color. Frozen, he stared upward, not at all sure what to do.
Then the man spoke. "Hello, child. Are your parents nearby?"
Arlyn jumped then, realizing quite suddenly that he was being rude. "Oh! Uhm... my father is with the rest of the hunting party..." he half mumbled, glancing back over his shoulder. "They're back that way..."
"Take me to him, please," the strange man requested. Arlyn nodded quickly and turned to walk back toward where the rest of the group was, glancing back over his shoulder now and again to be sure the stranger was following.
After no more than a few minutes, the boy caught sight of the rest of the party and waved. "Father!" he called out. One of the men below turned to look and smiled, waving back. Arlyn took off running, momentarily forgetting about the strange man. "Father I caught a hare, look!" the boy exclaimed, holding up the animal attached to his belt. He started to tell his Father about the missed shot and the chase, but rather quickly sensed that his sire's attention was elsewhere.
Looking back, Arlyn flushed slightly. "Oh... and. I met this man... he wanted me to bring him to you..."
The man walked toward the group a bit slower, and then smiled and pushed his hood back. And suddenly Arlyn was staring again. Not only was his hair pale, his eyes were too. They were a very light green color... something the boy had never seen. Before he knew what to do, the man put a hand on his shoulder. "I came to this land to choose a Sacrifice for the gods," he said, voice soft, but somehow commanding. "I have chosen this boy."
What..? Chosen? To be a Sacrifice? Arlyn blinked rapidly. HIM? Everyone knew about the priests and the Sacrifices. It was a great honor to be chosen, even though it meant that your life would be over. The ones chosen went to live with the gods in another life, so it wasn't exactly the end of everything but...
"Me?" he asked, spinning away from the man's grip. "But..."
"Arlyn," his father interrupted. He bit his lip and stopped talking. But he didn't want to leave his family ... what would they do without him?
The boy sort of drifted into a kind of daze then, not sure how to handle what was happening. He vaguely heard the man talking to his father, telling him that Arlyn would have one more night at home and then leave in the morning. His father invited the man to stay the night at their house, but the offer was declined. There was more talk, but it faded away as the boy's head spun slowly. He didn't understand. There was nothing special about him. Why not choose one of the richer children who lived close to the river in the city? Why him...?
Then another hand fell on his shoulder, but this time it was his father's. "Come on, son ..." he said softly, and Arlyn could hear that his father was sad, but proud. It was very special ... to be chosen as a Sacrifice.
That night, they cooked the rabbit he had caught earlier. Thinking back on the catch, Arlyn marveled a bit on the fact that he hadn't known at the time it would be his farewell dinner. His mother cried a little, but Arlyn knew that she was happy he'd been chosen. He still didn't know what to think. Finally, he blurted out, "What will you do without me?" He was worried...
His father smiled then. "Your mother and I will be fine. My brother lives in the capitol. Perhaps we will move there, once you are gone. He would welcome with open arms the parents of a Sacrifice." Arlyn blinked. His mother had spoken of moving before, but his father always said no, they had all they needed here. Though he didn't understand everything, Arlyn thought that maybe his father was too proud to ask for help. Now, though, he could go to his brother with honor... rather than in shame and begging. At least... his family would be safe.
"I ... I'm sorry Father, but I'm scared..." he half-whispered then, twisting hands together in his lap.
His father reached over and put a hand over his own. "Don't be afraid, son. The Priest said that the wind led you to him. So this is the will of the gods. This is your destiny. You should follow it, to wherever it leads." He smiled. "And don't forget to thank the gods for our fortune, when you see them."
Arlyn blinked back tears and nodded. He would make his father proud. He would follow this path ... to wherever it might go.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:04 pm
A New Life | changing winds
They had been traveling now for weeks, Arlyn and the Priest who had come to find him. He'd learned that the man's name was Gavriil Milonas, and that he had originally come from somewhere called Graik, though now he lived near the Temple and served the gods. This was all something of a wonder to Arlyn, and he had seen several new places on this journey. He'd even seen a little of the place Gavriil came from, a land of rolling hills with green grass all over them. The color of the grass reminded him of Gavriil's eyes.
Today, however, their journey was to be over. Though Arlyn had enjoyed traveling... he had slowly come to accept that it would soon be over. When they reached the Temple, he would be Sacrificed to the gods, and then he would have a new life, in another world. The thought had scared him at first, as he told his father. But now... he felt like he was ready. This was his destiny, what he was meant to do. And though his life in this world may have been short, he would live forever with the gods. He just wondered if it would hurt, when they killed him. When they separated him from this world.
However... things did not go quite ... as he had envisioned. In a way, he was to live his life for the gods now. But Arlyn wasn't killed. Instead, he was taken past the Temple... to a hidden land that he had never even heard of before. Ciphar. Huge crags of rock towered over a city nestled in the midst of gardens ... something he had never known could exist. Those gardens were full of the most impossible plants, things with giant leaves and what Gavriil told him were sweet fruits. And flowers. Arlyn had only seen flowers maybe once or twice in his entire life, after the rare desert rainstorms. But here, there were flowers everywhere.
"Is this ... Paradise?" he asked softly, staring.
Gavriil laughed, though it wasn't unkind. "No, child," he answered. "You'll probably learn that soon enough. You are here to serve the gods and work hard. But in some ways... yes. This place can be like paradise..."
Still staring, Arlyn nodded. "This is my destiny..." he whispered. "To be in this place." So far as he was concerned, this was Paradise... the city of the gods. Even if he hadn't been killed to get here, this was still a new life. Looking back up at Gavriil, he smiled - though it was just a bit forced. "I'll do my best."
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:06 pm
Tier One Form | details detailsQuote: » » » User Information
Username: Manda
Tier Level: One
» » » The Sacrifice» General Information
Name: Arlyn
Age: 14
Hometown: The river city (which has no name lol)
Class: Bow/Ranger ----> Eventually, Tamer
Weapon: Shortbow + small knife for up-close defence, etc
» Detailed Information
Approximate Height: 5'3" (will grow a couple more inches to 5'5")
Body Build: Slender and gangly - slightly undernourished upon first arrival
Hair Color: Honey-brown; actually a darker color but bleached a bit by so much time in the sun
Hair Style: Long bangs framing his face, with a shortish high ponytail in back. When loose, his hair would fall just a bit past his shoulders
Eye Color: Dark, chocolate brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Expression: Serious, though just a bit wide-eyed
Detailed Clothes Description: Very practical. Other than that, artist freedom!
Weapon Description: Arlyn's bow was made for him by his father, from the wood of a desert juniper. Though it is well-made, it's very practical, with no decorations or special properties. Arlyn keeps it strung with gut from whatever animals he can get this from and he always tries to have two-three extra pieces of gut with him at all times. The knife that he carries is also simple, carved from a piece of bone and sharpened. The hilt is leather-wrapped and the blade is about five inches long.
Accessories: Aside from his weapons, Arlyn arrives in the city with a mid-sized sack full of dried meat and a small bit of fruit, as well as a waterskin and a change of clothing. He also carries several small wood carvings of various desert animals.
» Personal Information
Personality: On the whole, Arlyn tends to be a somewhat quiet and serious individual. Though he's still young, he has a lot of more 'adult' mannerisms. He thinks before speaking, and only says what's necessary to get his point across. He tends to weigh the consequences of things before doing them, and isn't afraid to take responsibility when something goes wrong and it's his fault.
However, though he might think that he's "grown up" and responsible, there's still quite a lot about the world that he doesn't know. Though he doesn't mean to, he often seems like he's got a more superior attitude than others, and this could get him into trouble. He's perfectly willing to make friends with new people, but at the same time tends to keep a bit of distance between himself and others. He may call someone his friend, but still keep secrets from them, or not show up for some kind of scheduled meeting. This neglect isn't necessarily intentional, he simply has other priorities sometimes and doesn't understand that his actions might hurt the other person. He's also a bit slow to open up to people, even those he considers to be his friends. To most others, his past is a big mystery - he never talks about it.
If he's confronted with something out of his experience, Arlyn is more likely to try to fit it into something he knows about first - rather than accept it as a new thing and learn about it. In way, he has little boxes in his head, and if it doesn't fit in one of those boxes, he'll try to make it fit. If whatever the thing is won't fit in a box, he often gets frustrated and refuses to think about it for a while until he finally comes to terms with it and then he's more willing to learn about it.
When it comes to things like games and pretending and the like, Arlyn doesn't have a lot of experience with the things a 'normal' child would know. In a lot of ways, he skipped over childhood and went straight to being something of a miniature adult. This has a lot to do with how he acts and thinks. This is not to say that he doesn't know how to pretend or imagine, but he's never had much of a chance to. He's also never really played gams with others. For the most part, any playing he's done has been on his own.
History: Arlyn was born into a rather poor family that lived on the outskirts of the city - more or less in the slums. From the time he was small, he was always encouraged to contribute to the family in whatever ways he could. So, he didn't have a lot of time to just be a kid. One of his earliest memories is of following his mother to the marketplace when he was barely able to walk in order to help her sell the small carvings she worked on for hours at their house. Rather than being allowed to sit and play with the carvings, he was instructed to call out to passersby to see the wares, or walk around with one or two carvings in his hands to lure customers to his mother's blanket.
When Arlyn was six years old, there was a relatively small fire that raged through the section of the slums where his family lived. His mother was pregnant at the time and so was a bit slower in getting out of the way of that fire. Though she wasn't killed, she did inhale far too much smoke for the health of her unborn baby. When the baby was born several weeks later, his tiny sister lived two days and then died. The birth had also been very difficult on his mother, and from that point on she was almost always weaker and sick. She still went to the market to sell her carvings, but these trips occurred less and less often.
It was after this point that Arlyn's father made a bow for the boy and began taking his son with him on hunting trips outside the city. His mother's carvings no longer made enough money to buy food for the small family, and Arlyn couldn't go to the marketplace alone ... so his parents judged he could help out more by joining his father in hunting. At first, the boy was clumsy and lost more arrows than anything else, but hunger and need are strong motivators. As he got older, Arlyn was eventually trusted to go to the marketplace by himself and now his splits his time between selling his mother's carvings and hunting with his father. By this point, he's gotten fairly skilled at hunting for small game with his shortbow, though what he knows would probably be of little to no use in a battle situation.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:08 pm
Tier Two Form | just a bit lessQuote: » » » User Information
Username: Manda
Tier Level: TWO
» » » The Sacrifice» General Information
Name: Arlyn
Age: 14
Hometown: The river city (which has no name lol)
Class: Bow/Ranger ----> Eventually, Tamer
Weapon: Shortbow + small knife for up-close defence, etc
» Detailed Information
Brief Description: Upon his arrival in the city of Ciphar, Arlyn stands at around 5'3", though he still has a couple of inches to grow, judging by his somewhat gangly frame and larger hands and feet. Dark brown eyes peer at the world from a tanned face framed with long honey-brown bangs. The rest of his hair is pulled up and back into a short, high ponytail. This ponytail is bound with a simple leather cord, though a small wooden charm of some sort of bird dangles from it. Though it's obvious from his general looks that Arlyn is fairly young, the expression in his eyes is that of a much older person. He's been through some hardships in his life, as young as he is, and it shows. His clothing is quite simple and practical, and it's likely he wouldn't know what to do with fancy outfits and the like.
» Personal Information
Personality: Quiet, serious, rigid, clueless, faithful
History: Arlyn was born into a rather poor family that lived on the outskirts of the city - more or less in the slums. From the time he was small, he was always encouraged to contribute to the family in whatever ways he could. So, he didn't have a lot of time to just be a kid. One of his earliest memories is of following his mother to the marketplace when he was barely able to walk in order to help her sell the small carvings she worked on for hours at their house. Rather than being allowed to sit and play with the carvings, he was instructed to call out to passersby to see the wares, or walk around with one or two carvings in his hands to lure customers to his mother's blanket.
When Arlyn was six years old, there was a relatively small fire that raged through the section of the slums where his family lived. His mother was pregnant at the time and so was a bit slower in getting out of the way of that fire. Though she wasn't killed, she did inhale far too much smoke for the health of her unborn baby. When the baby was born several weeks later, his tiny sister lived two days and then died. The birth had also been very difficult on his mother, and from that point on she was almost always weaker and sick. She still went to the market to sell her carvings, but these trips occurred less and less often.
It was after this point that Arlyn's father made a bow for the boy and began taking his son with him on hunting trips outside the city. His mother's carvings no longer made enough money to buy food for the small family, and Arlyn couldn't go to the marketplace alone ... so his parents judged he could help out more by joining his father in hunting. At first, the boy was clumsy and lost more arrows than anything else, but hunger and need are strong motivators. As he got older, Arlyn was eventually trusted to go to the marketplace by himself and now his splits his time between selling his mother's carvings and hunting with his father. By this point, he's gotten fairly skilled at hunting for small game with his shortbow, though what he knows would probably be of little to no use in a battle situation.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:09 pm
Tier Three Form | basics onlyQuote: » » » User Information
Username: Manda
Tier Level: THREE
» » » The Sacrifice» General Information
Name: Arlyn
Age: 14
Hometown: The river city (which has no name lol)
Class: Bow/Ranger ----> Eventually, Tamer
» Detailed Information
Brief Description: Arlyn is a fairly short boy, though it's obvious that he has a couple more inches to grow. His hair is a honey-brown color - bleached by the sun, and his eyes are a dark chocolate brown. He always has a serious sort of expression on his face, as if he was older than his years.
» Personal Information
Personality: Quiet, serious, faithful
History: Arlyn was born into a rather poor family that lived on the outskirts of the city - more or less in the slums. From the time he was small, he was always encouraged to contribute to the family in whatever ways he could. So, he didn't have a lot of time to just be a kid. One of his earliest memories is of following his mother to the marketplace when he was barely able to walk in order to help her sell the small carvings she worked on for hours at their house. Rather than being allowed to sit and play with the carvings, he was instructed to call out to passersby to see the wares, or walk around with one or two carvings in his hands to lure customers to his mother's blanket.
When Arlyn was six years old, there was a relatively small fire that raged through the section of the slums where his family lived. His mother was pregnant at the time and so was a bit slower in getting out of the way of that fire. Though she wasn't killed, she did inhale far too much smoke for the health of her unborn baby. When the baby was born several weeks later, his tiny sister lived two days and then died. The birth had also been very difficult on his mother, and from that point on she was almost always weaker and sick. She still went to the market to sell her carvings, but these trips occurred less and less often.
It was after this point that Arlyn's father made a bow for the boy and began taking his son with him on hunting trips outside the city. His mother's carvings no longer made enough money to buy food for the small family, and Arlyn couldn't go to the marketplace alone ... so his parents judged he could help out more by joining his father in hunting. At first, the boy was clumsy and lost more arrows than anything else, but hunger and need are strong motivators. As he got older, Arlyn was eventually trusted to go to the marketplace by himself and now his splits his time between selling his mother's carvings and hunting with his father. By this point, he's gotten fairly skilled at hunting for small game with his shortbow, though what he knows would probably be of little to no use in a battle situation.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:14 pm
Agreement | signed here
Manda hereby agrees to all disclaimers and copyrights to the ideas and ideals set forth by Sacrifices of Ciphar and its staff.
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