10-30-2014, 09:42 PM
Name: Sir Xavier Devachi
Nickname: Scar
Age: Unknown
Description: Long backlengthed hair that he keeps up in a ponytail. He is strong and muscular by nature, holding his family name and lineage with utmost pride. He is a fierce warrior, skilled in tactics of war. He has seen much bloodshed upon his ancestors sacred lands but keeps it to himself even whenever troubled.
Sir Xavier Devachi of the northern grasslands had ventured through the familiar yet forbidden lands of his immortal ancestors after adorning his petite yet strong form with pitch black and silver armor, pieces of decaying bonematter had littered the hardened earth at his very booted feet baring signs of much unsettled matters. The spirits were quite restless and he could feel them around him, sensing their auras watch over him as if they were ensuring his safety and wellbeing. He sighed ever so softly, his masculine voice dripping like honey from his very lips. He was lost in much thought, stepping forward through the deserted battleground that was rendered as nothing more than a graveyard to many of his beloved companions. He had had the honor of fighting alongside them, watching many of them fall to a swift demiise. He ventured further from the familiar grounds of his village and found himself in unknown territory. Around his boots emerald blades of grass had swayed, their stillness disturbed by even the slightest of intruding zephyrs. He raised his head upward a tad bit, letting his sensitive yet keen nostrils take in the air that surrounded him before glancing around at his surroundings warily. He was in search for someone of great importance but as of now he was at a loss of where to find this particular person at. "Curses .. this shall take much more time than I originally throught. It seems as though time is conspiring against me. It is not on my side." He muttered beneath an exhaled of breath, letting it be relieved from his lungs in a sigh that held much irritation.
(Hello there. Let me know what you think about the setting. I wanted to make it dramatic before I went on. And you are the one who I am in search of. My parents sent me off on a quest to find you because they are dying and they need a heir before time runs out.)
Nickname: Scar
Age: Unknown
Description: Long backlengthed hair that he keeps up in a ponytail. He is strong and muscular by nature, holding his family name and lineage with utmost pride. He is a fierce warrior, skilled in tactics of war. He has seen much bloodshed upon his ancestors sacred lands but keeps it to himself even whenever troubled.
Sir Xavier Devachi of the northern grasslands had ventured through the familiar yet forbidden lands of his immortal ancestors after adorning his petite yet strong form with pitch black and silver armor, pieces of decaying bonematter had littered the hardened earth at his very booted feet baring signs of much unsettled matters. The spirits were quite restless and he could feel them around him, sensing their auras watch over him as if they were ensuring his safety and wellbeing. He sighed ever so softly, his masculine voice dripping like honey from his very lips. He was lost in much thought, stepping forward through the deserted battleground that was rendered as nothing more than a graveyard to many of his beloved companions. He had had the honor of fighting alongside them, watching many of them fall to a swift demiise. He ventured further from the familiar grounds of his village and found himself in unknown territory. Around his boots emerald blades of grass had swayed, their stillness disturbed by even the slightest of intruding zephyrs. He raised his head upward a tad bit, letting his sensitive yet keen nostrils take in the air that surrounded him before glancing around at his surroundings warily. He was in search for someone of great importance but as of now he was at a loss of where to find this particular person at. "Curses .. this shall take much more time than I originally throught. It seems as though time is conspiring against me. It is not on my side." He muttered beneath an exhaled of breath, letting it be relieved from his lungs in a sigh that held much irritation.
(Hello there. Let me know what you think about the setting. I wanted to make it dramatic before I went on. And you are the one who I am in search of. My parents sent me off on a quest to find you because they are dying and they need a heir before time runs out.)