Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 22:31:03 GMT
First Glance
Name : Ebryn Jhalo - (pronounced Ebb - rhynn ;; juh - hah - low)
Age: 37 - Born in Hai - Early Winter, Year of the Ox
Race: Elf
Location: Scotia - residence in the Northern Highlands
Background: Dragon Rider - Oath Breaker. He has gone against the laws and teachings of the deity he serves. "The Dragon King"
Appearance
Play-by: Jason Momoa
Overall: Ebryn has dark tanned skin, with a grey undertone given his heritage. He stands a tall 6ft 4 and is very muscular. He spends alot of his time with his long dark hair tied back, however when he gets into fights he lets his hair loose, creating almost a lions mane around his broad figure. He is also not clean shaven, preferring to have fully grown facial hair rather than what he believes to be a boyish, hairless appearance. Ebryn also tends to wear very little, as he has a high tolerance for the cold, normally either shirtless, or in sleeveless attire and with no cloak. However if he has to hide himself from the public as he at times must, he will wear a heavy leather cloak with a deep hood. He uses this to hide while travelling also, the natural colours blending into his surroundings. Over the years he has gained many marks to show his fierceness. He has dozens of large angry scars across his arms and torso, and almost as many tattoos. He gets them at various stages of his life, but never under the influence of any narcotic or drink. Neither does he request something to dull his pain. He is a man who revels in pain, enjoying the sharp pulsing feel as it traverses his body and sends shivers down his spine. He feels most alive when he is in pain.
Personality
On a whole, Ebryn is a very deep brooding person who prefers not to have to engage with the upper classes. He finds their ceremonies and false friendships distasteful and boring. He prefers people who are more like him, the rougher kind of folk who wont think twice about throwing a punch if they feel you have stepped over a line. When prompted he has a low rumbling chuckle, but nothing more. He rarely smiles, and when he does it looks strange against his weathered and hardened face. He is used to going days without speaking to people and when he does he makes no apologies for the low growl that accompanies his words. He does however have a few tells, for those who have been brave enough to get to know him a little better. When he is telling a lie, he tends stick his chin out. and when he is about to snap (possibly someone's neck)he opens his mouth into a wide, almost manic grin. At night, he will prefer to sleep fully armed and with one foot always planted on the ground.
History
Ebryn has a rougher upbringing than most. He was born into the moon isles and while his family were not recognised as pirates they were not the most lawful of people. Though they were elves, their complexion was much darker than most due to the lands they lived in, keeping only the grey tinge that connected them to their paler kin.
Upon hitting adolescence, Ebryn found kinship in a travelling dragon rider. Someone who made the adventure and skill of dragon riding seem like the most thrilling experience possible. He scraped enough together to transport himself to Scotia where he trudged through the southern uplands. Occasionally seeking shelter by trade of manual labour. Finally he reached the highlands and sought out the dragon riders. Under their tutelage he found his dragon egg and though he was not the most liked student of his age it hatched faster than most. The dragon inside caused many to gasp as its dark skin was not common amongst the hatchlings. It was seen as an omen of bad luck and he was instructed to destroy his dragon and seek another. Instead, the now 19 year old ran away with his juvenile dragon and raised it on his own. In secret. Returning only when his dragon was of an age that it could be taken seriously amongst his counterparts.
Rather than be seen as having done a good deed in not destroying the now strong majestic western dragon, he was scorned and given the choice. Leave his dragon and begin his training again under the rules and watchful eyes of the Dragon Priests, or be branded an oath breaker.
The decision was made for him, when one night as he was sleeping one of the elder priests attempted to kill the offending dragon. The piercing screech that filled the air woke not just Ebryn, but the others in the city. He raced to his feet and grabbed the nearest weapon he could find, a long thin elven blade and threw it through the air at the priest. He was not killed, however the loss of an arm was enough to prompt Ebryns branding as an oath breaker. Valuing the life of an abomination above that of his master.
Player
Alias: Kim
Age: 24
Experience: almost 10 years
How did you find us?: creation
Name : Ebryn Jhalo - (pronounced Ebb - rhynn ;; juh - hah - low)
Age: 37 - Born in Hai - Early Winter, Year of the Ox
Race: Elf
Location: Scotia - residence in the Northern Highlands
Background: Dragon Rider - Oath Breaker. He has gone against the laws and teachings of the deity he serves. "The Dragon King"
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Appearance
Play-by: Jason Momoa
Overall: Ebryn has dark tanned skin, with a grey undertone given his heritage. He stands a tall 6ft 4 and is very muscular. He spends alot of his time with his long dark hair tied back, however when he gets into fights he lets his hair loose, creating almost a lions mane around his broad figure. He is also not clean shaven, preferring to have fully grown facial hair rather than what he believes to be a boyish, hairless appearance. Ebryn also tends to wear very little, as he has a high tolerance for the cold, normally either shirtless, or in sleeveless attire and with no cloak. However if he has to hide himself from the public as he at times must, he will wear a heavy leather cloak with a deep hood. He uses this to hide while travelling also, the natural colours blending into his surroundings. Over the years he has gained many marks to show his fierceness. He has dozens of large angry scars across his arms and torso, and almost as many tattoos. He gets them at various stages of his life, but never under the influence of any narcotic or drink. Neither does he request something to dull his pain. He is a man who revels in pain, enjoying the sharp pulsing feel as it traverses his body and sends shivers down his spine. He feels most alive when he is in pain.
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Personality
On a whole, Ebryn is a very deep brooding person who prefers not to have to engage with the upper classes. He finds their ceremonies and false friendships distasteful and boring. He prefers people who are more like him, the rougher kind of folk who wont think twice about throwing a punch if they feel you have stepped over a line. When prompted he has a low rumbling chuckle, but nothing more. He rarely smiles, and when he does it looks strange against his weathered and hardened face. He is used to going days without speaking to people and when he does he makes no apologies for the low growl that accompanies his words. He does however have a few tells, for those who have been brave enough to get to know him a little better. When he is telling a lie, he tends stick his chin out. and when he is about to snap (possibly someone's neck)he opens his mouth into a wide, almost manic grin. At night, he will prefer to sleep fully armed and with one foot always planted on the ground.
- - - - - - -
History
Ebryn has a rougher upbringing than most. He was born into the moon isles and while his family were not recognised as pirates they were not the most lawful of people. Though they were elves, their complexion was much darker than most due to the lands they lived in, keeping only the grey tinge that connected them to their paler kin.
Upon hitting adolescence, Ebryn found kinship in a travelling dragon rider. Someone who made the adventure and skill of dragon riding seem like the most thrilling experience possible. He scraped enough together to transport himself to Scotia where he trudged through the southern uplands. Occasionally seeking shelter by trade of manual labour. Finally he reached the highlands and sought out the dragon riders. Under their tutelage he found his dragon egg and though he was not the most liked student of his age it hatched faster than most. The dragon inside caused many to gasp as its dark skin was not common amongst the hatchlings. It was seen as an omen of bad luck and he was instructed to destroy his dragon and seek another. Instead, the now 19 year old ran away with his juvenile dragon and raised it on his own. In secret. Returning only when his dragon was of an age that it could be taken seriously amongst his counterparts.
Rather than be seen as having done a good deed in not destroying the now strong majestic western dragon, he was scorned and given the choice. Leave his dragon and begin his training again under the rules and watchful eyes of the Dragon Priests, or be branded an oath breaker.
The decision was made for him, when one night as he was sleeping one of the elder priests attempted to kill the offending dragon. The piercing screech that filled the air woke not just Ebryn, but the others in the city. He raced to his feet and grabbed the nearest weapon he could find, a long thin elven blade and threw it through the air at the priest. He was not killed, however the loss of an arm was enough to prompt Ebryns branding as an oath breaker. Valuing the life of an abomination above that of his master.
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Player
Alias: Kim
Age: 24
Experience: almost 10 years
How did you find us?: creation