[color=#00e0]Aspin Dualblade[/color]
Age: 18
Race: Taurendi (Laurealda)(Wood/Tree/Forest) Elf
Favorite Weapon: Bow and Arrow
Appearance (In the form of a story): NOTE: All things contributing to appearance are in bold writing!!!
Aspin crouched, hidden not only in his dark green cloak, but also in the protection of the bulky bush sitting in front of him. As he watched, two citadel guards strode past. An evil smile cracked over the thin red lips of the fugitive as he slowly stood up. His bright green eyes followed them until they had turned around the corner. Lowering his dark green hood, he revealed shoulder length dark brown hair, lighter at the bottom. Silently, he stole across the stone courtyard, hiding behind a bush every time he passed a window, making sure no one saw him. His long thin fingers firmly grasped his jeweled dagger as he flung it away from himself...
History/Bio: Rain battered down harshly upon the rider, a midnight colored horse galloping across the shlush, plastering the grass to the ground, under the incredible force of its hooves and the rain. The mud churned under the pressure, causing the road to be a slippery stretch of mud and grass, all mixed together, as if in a blender. In the rider's arms was a bundle of thick warm wool, and in that wool, was a baby. But this baby, unlike others, was not crying or screaming. It was sleeping peacefully, despite the roaring of the wind and rain, and the thundering of the horse's hooves. Or, was it sleeping? No. It was sick, after having been left out in the cold, wet night. This man, as he thundered across open fields and through thick forests was saving this baby's life, by taking him to safety. This man was about to be the baby's 'foster-father'.
Leaning over, he whispered to the baby, "We are almost there. Soon, you will be clean and safe. He looked up again, the large wrought-iron gates of Eyrel coming into sight. Without looking down, he whispered, "Almost there."
Twelve years later, when he was thirteen years old, Aspin stood on the flat stone ground, looking at the picture, painted to perfection of his foster-father. He had died, so Aspin was on his own. He turned to go, his head bowed. As he walked outside, he lifted his head slightly, looking around.
More to Come Later!
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drummerofthelord
If this isnt right, how I did this, please let me know... I am new here, although I did try and read the rules!
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