Post by Willow on Aug 4, 2007 0:47:06 GMT -5
Name: Hadrian
Race: Man
Gender: Male
Rank: Servant
Age: Young Adult (33 years old)
Known Family: No relatives known.
Appearance: Hadrian is a scruffy man. His long hair is unruly so most of the time it is kept in a low pony tail. Although his face lacks any emotion most of the time and appears passive, his light brown eyes flicker with intelligence. Hadrian’s wardrobe is simple and yet effective. He wears a light tunic that once resembled a white-ish hue (but now it is tattered and soiled in a few places), and he has leather pants that are softened by time. The man is somewhat thin from lack of food but very agile. He can easily run as fast as a full-grown swamp-cat.
Personality: Usually quiet, Hadrian is somewhat of an antisocial man. His family origins are unknown and he has few acquaintances. He has somewhat of a sour attitude towards life and prefers to carry on with his daily tasks alone.
History: Caught once before by the castle guards, Hadrian has an unfortunate record for getting himself into trouble. Although he isn’t usually noticed, he has been seen taking fruit from the kitchen when the cook is away. He once performed in the respectable position of a blacksmith, but those days were in the past. The thief passed the long days of his adolescence by working off his sentence of kingdom service. As soon as he had finished, he set his eyes on working in the castle as a servant.
RP. Example: Hadrian passed the door quietly as he crept down the castle corridor. The foul days of smithing would soon be over, he thought before he reached a broad door with enchanting engravings twisting along the panels of wood. He reached out with a steady hand for the latch on the door, but before his fingers touched the door, a sharp object was thrust to his back. “Don’t move.” Hadrian instinctively reached for his dagger, but his hand fell into the empty air where his knife had once been on his belt. “The king would not be pleased to have a filthy commoner such as yourself slinking along the castle hallways now would he,” The guard huffed a small laugh and pulled him firmly by the arm, now walking brusquely towards the dungeon’s stairwell.
Code Word: ~Spot’s a nut~
Race: Man
Gender: Male
Rank: Servant
Age: Young Adult (33 years old)
Known Family: No relatives known.
Appearance: Hadrian is a scruffy man. His long hair is unruly so most of the time it is kept in a low pony tail. Although his face lacks any emotion most of the time and appears passive, his light brown eyes flicker with intelligence. Hadrian’s wardrobe is simple and yet effective. He wears a light tunic that once resembled a white-ish hue (but now it is tattered and soiled in a few places), and he has leather pants that are softened by time. The man is somewhat thin from lack of food but very agile. He can easily run as fast as a full-grown swamp-cat.
Personality: Usually quiet, Hadrian is somewhat of an antisocial man. His family origins are unknown and he has few acquaintances. He has somewhat of a sour attitude towards life and prefers to carry on with his daily tasks alone.
History: Caught once before by the castle guards, Hadrian has an unfortunate record for getting himself into trouble. Although he isn’t usually noticed, he has been seen taking fruit from the kitchen when the cook is away. He once performed in the respectable position of a blacksmith, but those days were in the past. The thief passed the long days of his adolescence by working off his sentence of kingdom service. As soon as he had finished, he set his eyes on working in the castle as a servant.
RP. Example: Hadrian passed the door quietly as he crept down the castle corridor. The foul days of smithing would soon be over, he thought before he reached a broad door with enchanting engravings twisting along the panels of wood. He reached out with a steady hand for the latch on the door, but before his fingers touched the door, a sharp object was thrust to his back. “Don’t move.” Hadrian instinctively reached for his dagger, but his hand fell into the empty air where his knife had once been on his belt. “The king would not be pleased to have a filthy commoner such as yourself slinking along the castle hallways now would he,” The guard huffed a small laugh and pulled him firmly by the arm, now walking brusquely towards the dungeon’s stairwell.
Code Word: ~Spot’s a nut~
