Post by Eslakon on Apr 16, 2007 1:50:49 GMT -5
Humans, Elves, Ect.
Full Name: Zidane Drefan Tagadt
Species: Elf
Height: 7'2'' (Elves are really tall. . .)
Weight: 256 lbs
Weapons: Two well crafted scimitars.
Age: 276 (Yet he acts twenty)
Gender: Male
Overall Description: Zidane is an elven warrior, so he has many scars from countless battles. Yet over time, most of the small scars have healed, but the larger ones are still showing. Such as the one where a spear had been driven into his stomach by an opposing dark elf, a wound that should have been fatal. Yet despite the spear that had been driven completely through him, Zidane kept fighting, defeating the warrior that had almost killed him.
He prefers to wear thick clothing that he can travel easily in, just in case he is thrown out into the wilderness on his own. He always carries his pack with him, which is filled with tools necessary for living off of the land, yet he could make them from scratch if he had too.
History: Zidane has lived for over two centuries, but is still as ignorant and childish as twenty year old man, which is also the age he looks. He has fought many battles, and has become a master of the blade. Due to his ability to win battles, Zidane is feared on the battlefield, sometimes by his own brethren.
Yet the most fearsome battle he will face is about to come. While Dregan has taken almost all of the elven warriors remaining to be converted into dark elves, he was to be left behind in Spirda, his home. He asks himself the same questions everyday in confusement. Why had he been left behind? Was it that he was useless to Dregan's cause, or was it because he was feared too much to be forced into imprisonment?
Personality: Zidane loves the outdoors, and loves making conversation. Yet his bloody past has made him somewhat unstable. He is haunted by the faces of the men he has killed. He relives every battle he has fought in his dreams, but he hides it well. Every moment he lives pains him, not because of his injury's, but because of the lives he has taken. He feels empty, hollow compared to others, and the only time he finds true happiness is when he is outdoors, listening to the calls of the birds, feeling the wind blow through his hair and over his face. It is the only time he finds peace.
Full Name: Zidane Drefan Tagadt
Species: Elf
Height: 7'2'' (Elves are really tall. . .)
Weight: 256 lbs
Weapons: Two well crafted scimitars.
Age: 276 (Yet he acts twenty)
Gender: Male
Overall Description: Zidane is an elven warrior, so he has many scars from countless battles. Yet over time, most of the small scars have healed, but the larger ones are still showing. Such as the one where a spear had been driven into his stomach by an opposing dark elf, a wound that should have been fatal. Yet despite the spear that had been driven completely through him, Zidane kept fighting, defeating the warrior that had almost killed him.
He prefers to wear thick clothing that he can travel easily in, just in case he is thrown out into the wilderness on his own. He always carries his pack with him, which is filled with tools necessary for living off of the land, yet he could make them from scratch if he had too.
History: Zidane has lived for over two centuries, but is still as ignorant and childish as twenty year old man, which is also the age he looks. He has fought many battles, and has become a master of the blade. Due to his ability to win battles, Zidane is feared on the battlefield, sometimes by his own brethren.
Yet the most fearsome battle he will face is about to come. While Dregan has taken almost all of the elven warriors remaining to be converted into dark elves, he was to be left behind in Spirda, his home. He asks himself the same questions everyday in confusement. Why had he been left behind? Was it that he was useless to Dregan's cause, or was it because he was feared too much to be forced into imprisonment?
Personality: Zidane loves the outdoors, and loves making conversation. Yet his bloody past has made him somewhat unstable. He is haunted by the faces of the men he has killed. He relives every battle he has fought in his dreams, but he hides it well. Every moment he lives pains him, not because of his injury's, but because of the lives he has taken. He feels empty, hollow compared to others, and the only time he finds true happiness is when he is outdoors, listening to the calls of the birds, feeling the wind blow through his hair and over his face. It is the only time he finds peace.