Post by ryokouri on Oct 1, 2015 7:58:35 GMT
Full name: Emil Bast
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Nationality: Rivaini
Class/Occupation: Mage, occasional mercenary.
Background:
Emil doesn't know who his mother was. Particularly, he doesn't care either. She left him in the rain at infancy only to be found by an old woman. Seer Ilina had taken him in and raised him almost as if he were her own kin. Though it was very apparent they were not related, no way he could have a human mother. She was kind to him, however, far kinder than he knew she had to be. She'd bake him small cakes on rainy days and tell him stories of ancient times before bed. At a young age it was discovered he had a talent for magic. Ilina could not be happier and when he reached adolescence she began to take him in as somewhat of an apprentice.
Growing in the small community where he lived made Emil restless, however. Ilina sheltered him somewhat, though purity out of worry. A young man such as he was always looking for adventure. He often trekked across the border to Antiva, meeting all sorts of people. Those who'd become companions, friends, and lovers. Eventually his adoptive mother confronted him about this, she told him she refused to let him travel across the border. The two argued about it for hours until Emil left, leaving Ilina crying. She had told him to be careful, the world outside her doors weren't so kind to his people. He didn't know if she meant elves or mages.
It soon became apparent that she meant both. In the years that followed his leave from home he had been hunted by slavers and templars alike. He soon grew bitter towards the humans that would cage him and longed for the comforts of home. Pride is the only thing that kept him from returning. Though it was not all as awful as it seemed. He made many short-term friends among the dalish and fellow apostates. Several years had past and his pride had worn away, he began to miss his mother and returned to Rivain. But when he reached his home he found out that she had died a few months prior. He was torn about by this and felt it was his fault for not being there to take care of her.
After grieving for a time, he went back to adventuring and taking odd mercenary jobs. With no clear purpose, he continues to travel and occasionally goes back to his village in Rivain to have tea his mother's aging friends.
Personality:
Emil is very charismatic, but often not very animated. In many conversations he remains serious and aloof. Though he takes a while to warm up to people, his loyalty is incredibly fierce. He almost brutally honest with his opinions and does not hide them. It is not often that he works with others, but when he does it is often with other mages or elves. He has an extreme distrust of non-mage humans and will sometimes outright refuse to work with them. That being said, he has no qualms with working with dwarves or vashoth. He thinks the Qun should be abolished as soon as possible. He does not like people who he thinks are exorbitantly wealthy, assuming that they are absolute assholes. Normally, he's not wrong about that.
Emil is always willing to help people out. For the right amount of coin, of course. He typically doesn't involve himself in other's affairs unless it is something of import to him. So unless it involves mages or elves, he outright does not care. He's gotten very good at disguising his status as an apostate and so he travels though cities regularly without fear. That doesn't mean he's above making life a little harder for templars, because he's always down for that.
TV Tropes:
Brutal Honesty
Tall, Dark, and Snarky
Doorstop Baby
Species Loyalty
Heroic Neutral
Appearance (description, image, or both!):
Writing sample (A third person (prose) sample that should contain at least ten sentences and feature some dialogue.):
"I can give you two silvers, rabbit." The merchant said, placing his hand on his hip. Emil frowned indignantly. They both knew damn well that the standard price for this ring was at least fifteen silvers. But, he didn't feel like arguing in the middle of the streets with some idiot shem. Not today, at least. On a day that he wasn't so exhausted from battle? Yes. Yes, yes he would fight this man. He would fight this little, fat man until the merchant could not fathom what life was like before he got his ass promptly kicked in broad daylight. He wouldn't have to use magic. It would be so easy to threaten this man for more coin, but the guards patrolled the street vigilantly.
He snatched the coin from the man and firmly put the ring in his hand. This was really not his day. The rivaini man just wanted to get washed off somewhere as soon as possible. This latest job he had taken had gotten his clothing all mussed up and cover in blood. Darkspawn. Again. Fereldan really had a problem with those things. He wasn't a particularly vain man but that didn't mean he wanted to be filthy walking the streets of Denerim. The city was filthy enough as it was.
The elf walked, stumbled more correctly, towards the tavern. Hopefully it was the kind of tavern that at least had one bath, he encountered so many that did not. Not for the first time that day he wished he had somewhere more permanent to stay. But in his case that'd likely mean liking in a tower. Having some templars watch his every move, his every piss, his every fuck. Did they even have sex in the circle? He couldn't fathom doing anything like that with so many eyes on you constantly.
"I'm sure at least the circle has proper baths." He mumbled to himself, not that he would ever willingly go to the circle. Baths or no.
IC
Hugging this character: Not unless you're close to him.
Kissing this character: If asked, sure.
Flirting with this character: Sure, why not!
Fighting with this character: I mean, yeah go ahead I guess.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): I would prefer his not be, like, brutally maimed but u know when u fight things happen.
Killing this character: nah
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: idk why you would want to but ok
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): The usual, any non-con
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Nationality: Rivaini
Class/Occupation: Mage, occasional mercenary.
Background:
Emil doesn't know who his mother was. Particularly, he doesn't care either. She left him in the rain at infancy only to be found by an old woman. Seer Ilina had taken him in and raised him almost as if he were her own kin. Though it was very apparent they were not related, no way he could have a human mother. She was kind to him, however, far kinder than he knew she had to be. She'd bake him small cakes on rainy days and tell him stories of ancient times before bed. At a young age it was discovered he had a talent for magic. Ilina could not be happier and when he reached adolescence she began to take him in as somewhat of an apprentice.
Growing in the small community where he lived made Emil restless, however. Ilina sheltered him somewhat, though purity out of worry. A young man such as he was always looking for adventure. He often trekked across the border to Antiva, meeting all sorts of people. Those who'd become companions, friends, and lovers. Eventually his adoptive mother confronted him about this, she told him she refused to let him travel across the border. The two argued about it for hours until Emil left, leaving Ilina crying. She had told him to be careful, the world outside her doors weren't so kind to his people. He didn't know if she meant elves or mages.
It soon became apparent that she meant both. In the years that followed his leave from home he had been hunted by slavers and templars alike. He soon grew bitter towards the humans that would cage him and longed for the comforts of home. Pride is the only thing that kept him from returning. Though it was not all as awful as it seemed. He made many short-term friends among the dalish and fellow apostates. Several years had past and his pride had worn away, he began to miss his mother and returned to Rivain. But when he reached his home he found out that she had died a few months prior. He was torn about by this and felt it was his fault for not being there to take care of her.
After grieving for a time, he went back to adventuring and taking odd mercenary jobs. With no clear purpose, he continues to travel and occasionally goes back to his village in Rivain to have tea his mother's aging friends.
Personality:
Emil is very charismatic, but often not very animated. In many conversations he remains serious and aloof. Though he takes a while to warm up to people, his loyalty is incredibly fierce. He almost brutally honest with his opinions and does not hide them. It is not often that he works with others, but when he does it is often with other mages or elves. He has an extreme distrust of non-mage humans and will sometimes outright refuse to work with them. That being said, he has no qualms with working with dwarves or vashoth. He thinks the Qun should be abolished as soon as possible. He does not like people who he thinks are exorbitantly wealthy, assuming that they are absolute assholes. Normally, he's not wrong about that.
Emil is always willing to help people out. For the right amount of coin, of course. He typically doesn't involve himself in other's affairs unless it is something of import to him. So unless it involves mages or elves, he outright does not care. He's gotten very good at disguising his status as an apostate and so he travels though cities regularly without fear. That doesn't mean he's above making life a little harder for templars, because he's always down for that.
TV Tropes:
Brutal Honesty
Tall, Dark, and Snarky
Doorstop Baby
Species Loyalty
Heroic Neutral
Appearance (description, image, or both!):
Writing sample (A third person (prose) sample that should contain at least ten sentences and feature some dialogue.):
"I can give you two silvers, rabbit." The merchant said, placing his hand on his hip. Emil frowned indignantly. They both knew damn well that the standard price for this ring was at least fifteen silvers. But, he didn't feel like arguing in the middle of the streets with some idiot shem. Not today, at least. On a day that he wasn't so exhausted from battle? Yes. Yes, yes he would fight this man. He would fight this little, fat man until the merchant could not fathom what life was like before he got his ass promptly kicked in broad daylight. He wouldn't have to use magic. It would be so easy to threaten this man for more coin, but the guards patrolled the street vigilantly.
He snatched the coin from the man and firmly put the ring in his hand. This was really not his day. The rivaini man just wanted to get washed off somewhere as soon as possible. This latest job he had taken had gotten his clothing all mussed up and cover in blood. Darkspawn. Again. Fereldan really had a problem with those things. He wasn't a particularly vain man but that didn't mean he wanted to be filthy walking the streets of Denerim. The city was filthy enough as it was.
The elf walked, stumbled more correctly, towards the tavern. Hopefully it was the kind of tavern that at least had one bath, he encountered so many that did not. Not for the first time that day he wished he had somewhere more permanent to stay. But in his case that'd likely mean liking in a tower. Having some templars watch his every move, his every piss, his every fuck. Did they even have sex in the circle? He couldn't fathom doing anything like that with so many eyes on you constantly.
"I'm sure at least the circle has proper baths." He mumbled to himself, not that he would ever willingly go to the circle. Baths or no.
IC
Hugging this character: Not unless you're close to him.
Kissing this character: If asked, sure.
Flirting with this character: Sure, why not!
Fighting with this character: I mean, yeah go ahead I guess.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): I would prefer his not be, like, brutally maimed but u know when u fight things happen.
Killing this character: nah
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: idk why you would want to but ok
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): The usual, any non-con
