Post by monk on Mar 1, 2009 2:03:51 GMT -5
Name/Alias: He forsake his name, now goes by what he is called, usually "Monk"
Age: 22
Memories(remember/forgotten): most has been forgotten, bits and pieces remain.
Religion: somewhat buddhist
Personal Philosophy: "twenty minutes"
Personality: relaxed and calm at times. other times he is less then composed.
Race/Creature: Human
Date of Birth: winter near as he can recall
General Appearance: just under six foot tall, he usually has very short hair and some scruff on his chin. He usually wears a pair of blue jeans and a large green t-shirt with a long brown coat on, he wears hiking boots or sandles. Or on the very, very rare occasion is in the traditional style blue robes.
Talents/Flaws: possible split personality.
Tattoos/Scars: scars: under his left eye, his wrist and knuckles, shins, elbows and knees. Tattoos: none
Home(land/world/town): A town in the mountains and near a desert, best memory serves.
Mental/Physical Illnesses: left shoulder causes him some pain at times after blocking a spear during a fight.
Occupation: monk?
Hobbies/Interests: working metal, mental control, wandering,
Pick two items you will awaken with in your possession in the City of Animus? You may only pick two, so please think it through:
1: an empty canvas shoulder bag
2: small bag of food for the falcon.
Past Life(if memory is retained): (all that he can remember presently)
Several children walked around the temple, several were his age, more were older and much taller. The masters walked around slowly, observing all of them as they filed through the halls. He felt his toes catch on the stone and his balance was gone; he landed on his knees and scraped both. A hand snaked around his arm and helped him back up. He followed the helping arm to the face of its owner, a smiling elder with a white hair flowing from his chin and the sides of his head. The elder started to speak and things went grey.
Several of the monks around him stood perfectly still, holding spears, swords, axe, staves, beams and bare handed. Down the hill several men were rushing up carrying swords and sheilds, screaming throughout the slow accent. He could hear someone behind him saying something, as he turned to see who it was, he heard someone yell a warning and the impact of something into his side. He stumbled back, saw the spear and rushed down the hill.
Something nagged at him, he waddled over to the window and looked out. The others were at practice, the elders were talking and sipping on something outside one of the buildings. He crawled out onto the roof to see the seniors learning how to use the beams when he found a baby falcon hopped over to him.
The elders gathered around infront of him. His brothers formed into two lines on either side of him, each holding a bamboo staff. Everyone glared at him, even his master. He stood between two and listened to the elders mumble to each other for a long time. He counted his breaths, slowing to control his temper. He hadnt done anything wrong, he was only defending himself. Why would they listen to those paupers over him? Had he not done everything he had been asked? Trained the same as all the others? Maybe it was because falcon was always with him since he had recovered. He had to make up for his arm, that spear had done plenty of hurt to his body and mind. He had studied more then enough, he was ready to get back into practice. It was the elder's idea to go train the citizens in the towns at the foot hills. He had done what they had told him to do.
His master walked away, two of the elders went with him. The three remaining turned to look at him and waited. The words never made it to him, he watched as the elders lifted their arms and he was struck in the back of the head three times, he fell to the ground, heard falcon's shriek and blacked out.
The water was cold, flowed slowly around his hips as he watched the fish swimming around, looking for his next meal. He spotted a large trout and saw a blue flash, followed by a gush of water and a shriek. He stared at falcon as he came up with a fish in his talons.
Age: 22
Memories(remember/forgotten): most has been forgotten, bits and pieces remain.
Religion: somewhat buddhist
Personal Philosophy: "twenty minutes"
Personality: relaxed and calm at times. other times he is less then composed.
Race/Creature: Human
Date of Birth: winter near as he can recall
General Appearance: just under six foot tall, he usually has very short hair and some scruff on his chin. He usually wears a pair of blue jeans and a large green t-shirt with a long brown coat on, he wears hiking boots or sandles. Or on the very, very rare occasion is in the traditional style blue robes.
Talents/Flaws: possible split personality.
Tattoos/Scars: scars: under his left eye, his wrist and knuckles, shins, elbows and knees. Tattoos: none
Home(land/world/town): A town in the mountains and near a desert, best memory serves.
Mental/Physical Illnesses: left shoulder causes him some pain at times after blocking a spear during a fight.
Occupation: monk?
Hobbies/Interests: working metal, mental control, wandering,
Pick two items you will awaken with in your possession in the City of Animus? You may only pick two, so please think it through:
1: an empty canvas shoulder bag
2: small bag of food for the falcon.
Past Life(if memory is retained): (all that he can remember presently)
Several children walked around the temple, several were his age, more were older and much taller. The masters walked around slowly, observing all of them as they filed through the halls. He felt his toes catch on the stone and his balance was gone; he landed on his knees and scraped both. A hand snaked around his arm and helped him back up. He followed the helping arm to the face of its owner, a smiling elder with a white hair flowing from his chin and the sides of his head. The elder started to speak and things went grey.
Several of the monks around him stood perfectly still, holding spears, swords, axe, staves, beams and bare handed. Down the hill several men were rushing up carrying swords and sheilds, screaming throughout the slow accent. He could hear someone behind him saying something, as he turned to see who it was, he heard someone yell a warning and the impact of something into his side. He stumbled back, saw the spear and rushed down the hill.
Something nagged at him, he waddled over to the window and looked out. The others were at practice, the elders were talking and sipping on something outside one of the buildings. He crawled out onto the roof to see the seniors learning how to use the beams when he found a baby falcon hopped over to him.
The elders gathered around infront of him. His brothers formed into two lines on either side of him, each holding a bamboo staff. Everyone glared at him, even his master. He stood between two and listened to the elders mumble to each other for a long time. He counted his breaths, slowing to control his temper. He hadnt done anything wrong, he was only defending himself. Why would they listen to those paupers over him? Had he not done everything he had been asked? Trained the same as all the others? Maybe it was because falcon was always with him since he had recovered. He had to make up for his arm, that spear had done plenty of hurt to his body and mind. He had studied more then enough, he was ready to get back into practice. It was the elder's idea to go train the citizens in the towns at the foot hills. He had done what they had told him to do.
His master walked away, two of the elders went with him. The three remaining turned to look at him and waited. The words never made it to him, he watched as the elders lifted their arms and he was struck in the back of the head three times, he fell to the ground, heard falcon's shriek and blacked out.
The water was cold, flowed slowly around his hips as he watched the fish swimming around, looking for his next meal. He spotted a large trout and saw a blue flash, followed by a gush of water and a shriek. He stared at falcon as he came up with a fish in his talons.