Post by Danatorix Caratacus on Apr 27, 2013 6:17:15 GMT -5
Character Information
Character Name: ---- Danatorix Caratacus
Gender: ---- Male
Character Age: ---- 26
Character House ---- None,yet.
Alignment: ---- None, yet.
Character Appearance ----
Character's Goals: ---- To take vengeance upon those who enslaved him and find his place in the world. He is trying to learn a new code of chivalry far from the one that was etched into every fiber of his being from the fierce lands north of the wall. Meaning to put his demons to bed and carve himself a new path and life into this new, strange world he has been thrust into.
Character History: ---- Danatorix grew up in the lands far north of the wall. From The Haunted Forest to the Frostfang Mountains, he has known nothing but survival at any cost. The fire of his own humanity and good spirit has all but been reduced to an ember from the endless slaughtering and pillaging of the different tribes among the Wildings. Growing ever more restless the tribes of the Wildings have been rumbling as the Winter draws ever nearer. More raiding parties are sent to the wall and do not return or those hardy enough seek shelter in the caverns of ice caves in the mountains. Danatorix led his band of freemen south, in hopes to maybe cross the sea and bypass the wall. After encountering a few crow patrols he managed to make his way to the bay of Seals with only a quarter of the number that wished to set out for the south.
As they neared the coast the small group came a cross a well armed and prepared patrol of crow's and after a short and bloody battle nearly all of the freemen had been killed and just a hand few set in bonds. From what were honorable warriors now criminals and exiles sat in their place. The world went black as a hilt of a sword sent him into the land of dreams only to awake the next day being inspected by a slaver who made a deal with the crooked night's watchmen and boarded them upon his boat. The long voyage to a distant port was the longest time he had ever been present on a ship as he watched his kinsman become weak or some simply loose their sanity as the hull they where stored in turned from storage to an oven over the endless days they spent chained up. Finally arriving at the new port..they are set for market..chained from feet to hands. From a fierce warrior now reduced to bondage. Vengeance will be his. [/font]
Character Personality: ---- The man now does not speak much because of the anger burning deep within him. He is totally out of his water in this new land and wishes either for his freedom or a quick death as well as taking as many crows and slavers with him as he can. He has a strong, disciplined and tactical mind compared to most of his tribe kinsmen. He has a soft side but hasn't quite discovered it yet or his more chivalrous side. He is still etched by his life in the north and speaks with a slight Scottish style accent compared to the normal northern accent. He speaks fluent southern tongue as well as his mother old tongue.
Family Members or Important People: ---- None at all.
Other Information
Do you have another character with us? Nope!
How did you find us? RPG Directory
RP Style: ---- I'm not sure..I sort of come somewhere in between?
RP Sample: ---- The sharp dawn air clung to the hairs in his nostrils as he overlooked an encampment of the Ice river clan. Danatorix and his men stood ready hidden within the tree line as the camp was only just beginning to wake, one wilding at a time. The perfect time to strike an undisciplined enemy, he thought as he had one hand stroking his jaw line and the other placed across his chest. Most of the men who stood by him preferred to use more up front weapons as they felt that the bow was a coward’s choice and should only be used for hunting. A pity, a few archers could have significantly lowered the chance of any casualties on his own side. The enemy clan are renowned skilled warriors however the element of surprise would be on his side. The enemy tribe partied well into the night on their victory of sacking and eating a village’s inhabitants. The perfect time to strike was now as they slept in their tents or stumbled about, too tired to take notice or realize death was just a few yards away. With a slow nod Danatorix unsheathed his sword slowly and crept towards to encampment with his men. The snow underfoot crunched and compacted and the sight of pure white snow endlessly rolling on into the distance was enough to send any man dizzy or blind for a short time. Once in range gave the second nod for the men by his side to unleash hell upon the camp’s inhabitants.
The blood curdling noise of a sword piercing blood and bone and the last breath of man condensing on the dawns frosty air echoed across the mountains as the village’s had done the night before. Danatorix ducked and weaved between the enemies with his sword cutting through them like a knife through warm butter. Those who were merciful enough to poke their head out of their tent were decapitated on the spot rather than left to bleed out in the snow. Danatorix stood looking over the dead and seemed glad that none of his own lay among them. The surprise element had worked well for his part and the message would hopefully travel back to the Ice river people not to raid in this area again or face death. He snarled with anger at the feral tribesmen turned to his men.
“Sever their heads and place them upon the path that leads them over the mountains. All Ice river people will killed on the sight. Let nature claim the rest of their corpses. Let this be a message to them.”
Character Name: ---- Danatorix Caratacus
Gender: ---- Male
Character Age: ---- 26
Character House ---- None,yet.
Alignment: ---- None, yet.
Character Appearance ----
Character's Goals: ---- To take vengeance upon those who enslaved him and find his place in the world. He is trying to learn a new code of chivalry far from the one that was etched into every fiber of his being from the fierce lands north of the wall. Meaning to put his demons to bed and carve himself a new path and life into this new, strange world he has been thrust into.
Character History: ---- Danatorix grew up in the lands far north of the wall. From The Haunted Forest to the Frostfang Mountains, he has known nothing but survival at any cost. The fire of his own humanity and good spirit has all but been reduced to an ember from the endless slaughtering and pillaging of the different tribes among the Wildings. Growing ever more restless the tribes of the Wildings have been rumbling as the Winter draws ever nearer. More raiding parties are sent to the wall and do not return or those hardy enough seek shelter in the caverns of ice caves in the mountains. Danatorix led his band of freemen south, in hopes to maybe cross the sea and bypass the wall. After encountering a few crow patrols he managed to make his way to the bay of Seals with only a quarter of the number that wished to set out for the south.
As they neared the coast the small group came a cross a well armed and prepared patrol of crow's and after a short and bloody battle nearly all of the freemen had been killed and just a hand few set in bonds. From what were honorable warriors now criminals and exiles sat in their place. The world went black as a hilt of a sword sent him into the land of dreams only to awake the next day being inspected by a slaver who made a deal with the crooked night's watchmen and boarded them upon his boat. The long voyage to a distant port was the longest time he had ever been present on a ship as he watched his kinsman become weak or some simply loose their sanity as the hull they where stored in turned from storage to an oven over the endless days they spent chained up. Finally arriving at the new port..they are set for market..chained from feet to hands. From a fierce warrior now reduced to bondage. Vengeance will be his. [/font]
Character Personality: ---- The man now does not speak much because of the anger burning deep within him. He is totally out of his water in this new land and wishes either for his freedom or a quick death as well as taking as many crows and slavers with him as he can. He has a strong, disciplined and tactical mind compared to most of his tribe kinsmen. He has a soft side but hasn't quite discovered it yet or his more chivalrous side. He is still etched by his life in the north and speaks with a slight Scottish style accent compared to the normal northern accent. He speaks fluent southern tongue as well as his mother old tongue.
Family Members or Important People: ---- None at all.
Other Information
Do you have another character with us? Nope!
How did you find us? RPG Directory
RP Style: ---- I'm not sure..I sort of come somewhere in between?
RP Sample: ---- The sharp dawn air clung to the hairs in his nostrils as he overlooked an encampment of the Ice river clan. Danatorix and his men stood ready hidden within the tree line as the camp was only just beginning to wake, one wilding at a time. The perfect time to strike an undisciplined enemy, he thought as he had one hand stroking his jaw line and the other placed across his chest. Most of the men who stood by him preferred to use more up front weapons as they felt that the bow was a coward’s choice and should only be used for hunting. A pity, a few archers could have significantly lowered the chance of any casualties on his own side. The enemy clan are renowned skilled warriors however the element of surprise would be on his side. The enemy tribe partied well into the night on their victory of sacking and eating a village’s inhabitants. The perfect time to strike was now as they slept in their tents or stumbled about, too tired to take notice or realize death was just a few yards away. With a slow nod Danatorix unsheathed his sword slowly and crept towards to encampment with his men. The snow underfoot crunched and compacted and the sight of pure white snow endlessly rolling on into the distance was enough to send any man dizzy or blind for a short time. Once in range gave the second nod for the men by his side to unleash hell upon the camp’s inhabitants.
The blood curdling noise of a sword piercing blood and bone and the last breath of man condensing on the dawns frosty air echoed across the mountains as the village’s had done the night before. Danatorix ducked and weaved between the enemies with his sword cutting through them like a knife through warm butter. Those who were merciful enough to poke their head out of their tent were decapitated on the spot rather than left to bleed out in the snow. Danatorix stood looking over the dead and seemed glad that none of his own lay among them. The surprise element had worked well for his part and the message would hopefully travel back to the Ice river people not to raid in this area again or face death. He snarled with anger at the feral tribesmen turned to his men.
“Sever their heads and place them upon the path that leads them over the mountains. All Ice river people will killed on the sight. Let nature claim the rest of their corpses. Let this be a message to them.”
