Post by fyapaladin on May 31, 2006 4:19:13 GMT -5
Player Name: FyaPaladin
Contact Information: fyataekwondo@hotmail.com
Character Name: Tuon Jahdo (pronounced Two-one Jar-dough)
Race: Elven
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Ambervale, Bishal
Arcane: Yes
Physical Description: Tuon has long copper brown hair that flows past his pointed, leaf shaped ears and finish just short of the nape of his neck, though his hair seems to prefer staying spiked up. He has hazel eyes that have fine specks of dark brown that seem to accentuate their intensity; while his skin is a lighter shade of caramel brown with a light dusting of chocolate brown freckles across his button shaped nose. This combination only heightens his beauty and makes him more desirable to admirers. Standing at just over 6ft, he has a toned body shape due in part to the way he lives his life, enjoying past times such as hunting (especially the use of a bow and arrow), running and meditation. It has been said by many in his family that he has the build fit for a hunter, where both his upper and lower body are developed to the extent that he has definition; but not bulky to the extent that they weigh him down.
Clothing wise, Tuon tends to keep to simple styles. His clothes are all hand made by his mother via a needle and thread, as his family detests machinery, as does he. He wears an all body tunic of pale green with brown boots and a brown over shirt (also in brown). Adorning his wrists are two gold bands imbued with blessed amber as a mark of where he was raised. His over shirt is sleeveless but also has a hood to aid him in camouflage when hunting… or under attack. He is never seen without his weaponry close by; a red chakram shaped like a sun burst, and a sturdy wooden bow and quiver full of arrows.
Personality: Tuon is quite kind and caring in comparison to most other Elves and the general stereotype. Though he appears aloof, and truth be told he is, he does have an emotional connection with those he dubs as friends; although that in itself is an arduous task to undertake and it is one few non-elvens have accomplished. He isn’t the type of person to attack without provocation, that being said he becomes highly enraged at the needless destruction of nature. Tuon always shows a definition of calm, whether he is meditating or in battle, his face rarely shows more extreme emotions like frustration, fury or bitterness if at all. This doesn’t mean that he can’t show when he is happy or sad or angry, but the minute differences facially between such emotions make it hard to tell. He prefers to remain quiet in groups however when he does speak his words are so powerful to the extent that they are considered enigmatic.
Background: The first born of Sakeel Jahdo and his wife Janessa, Tuon was born and raised in the more affluent area of Ambervale in Bishal. The area was very beautiful and awash with colours due to the magical properties that lay within the amber that nourished the soil. Tuon’s father was a very prominent hunter amongst the elves in Ambervale and though there was no established government many people turned to him for advise. His mother was a highly sought after tailor who could craft masterpieces out of the wool that was sheared from the sheep seasonally and the cotton that she harvests from the cotton fields she tilled carefully. From a young age, Tuon was fascinated by the amount of hard work that his father did to keep fellow elves safe and bring food for them to eat; and it soon became obvious he was going to follow his father into the hunting profession. He quickly grasped the basics of hunting, such as using a bow and arrow and tracking; and by the time his younger brother was born he had surpassed even his own father in skill. As a accompaniment to his ‘field’ education he also studied under the Elven elders and learnt to cast spells that were native to the Elven race; passed down through the generations, that mostly consisted of elemental magic. The tough regime has helped in shaping him into the man he has become, a hawk-eyed hunter capable of utilising magic competently.
Unbeknownst to him, he was actually a possible descendant of the legendary Elven warrior mage named Helios. It had been foretold that one of his descendants would simply ‘be chosen,’ and every four years Elven youths that had reached the necessary criteria (i.e. they were over 21, had a plausible line to Helios himself and hadn’t undertaken the coming of age task previously) were required to travel to a remote area of Bishal to undertake a special rite of passage; once there the Elven elders would test them in their proficiency with magic and weaponry. The final test was to attempt to remove Helios’ chakram from the stone it had been lodged in for centuries, magically imbued to release when touched by the chosen one; this was a special day where many elves made their yearly pilgrimage to the temple to pay their respects to Helios and to get closer with nature.
Tuon’s own attempt occurred on his 23rd birthday and he faired very well in the tests set by the Elders; although when it was time for the final test, Tuon was slightly unsure of himself as all those around him were also. When he reached out for the mythical weapon, he felt a surge of power flow through his soul before actually making skin contact with the metal. As he touched the circular saw-like weapon and lifted it out of the stone, a chorus of gasps rippled through the assembled masses; the chosen one had indeed appeared and claimed what was his, but what becomes of him now…
Skills/Talents: Tuon is adept in the use of a bow and arrow and is highly accurate, able to reset himself for another shot in under five seconds. He is also skilled in the use of his chakram able to wield it as a projectile weapon and also to split in half to be used as two curved daggers so that he is more melee combat ready, however he has yet to unlock the full capabilities of this mystical weapon. He is also a very good tracker and is able to follow the slightest of trails for miles on end. Able to read and translate ancient Elvish as well as the universally accepted language of Eshathar, Tuon is no slack in the intelligence department able to wield magic easily and has a vast knowledge of key historical moments. Due to the nature of his vocation, Tuon has better stamina, agility and speed than the average elf, which is far better than that of any terran. It should also be noted that as an elf he has a pseudo-telepathic ability where he connects and communicates with the natural landscape; using this ability he can glean slight information on those who have passed through an area and, with extreme concentration, can detect danger in his immediate vicinity.
Weaknesses: Tuon is afraid of waking up to a world where nature has been ignored for advances in technology, or worse a world where the Lich King and his army of Necrids rule. He will not use machinery, as this is not in harmony with natural law and is therefore frowned heavily upon by his race; however he is like an uncontrollable storm when he sees the needless destruction of nature and this can lead to reckless behaviour on his part.
Sample Roleplay: The sacred temple of Helios. Though Elves were very much a nomadic tribe, it was still inbuilt into their minds to visit this location at least once a year to reaffirm their connection to nature; and every fourth year the Elven rite of passage would occur at this site. This past year the event had a shocking conclusion; the sacred chakram had been released from its magical prison by one young elf, a direct descendant of Helios himself by the name of Tuon Jahdo.
“Levus Vientus.” The same young elf that was hovering up to a tree branch that was high above him. Face and head covered by the hood of his over shirt, the caramel skinned boy was searching for someone, or at least something that would indicate the direction that a certain someone had gone. He had been at this for the better part of the day with minimal success. He had found his adversary twice but each time was within touching distance, Tuon’s rival was mysteriously spirited away and so the search would start up again. Tuon closed his eyes and attempted to connect with his surroundings for any sign of his target, this after all had been set up by the Elven elders as a way of honing his skills so that he was prepared for what ever adventure he might embark on as the rightful heir of Helios. Though the prophecy had come to pass, no one not even the elders knew what role Tuon was to play in the future, therefore they decided to over prepare him for whatever may lay ahead…
“Found you,” he said with a slight grin on his face as he slowly opened his eyes. With a quick and graceful flourish he was on the ground again and running silently through the forest around the temple, heart pounding ever so slightly whilst his breathing was still relatively normal. He caught sight of his target sitting on the ground and quietly skidded to a halt. Past experience had taught at the very least that the direct approach was in no way going to work, so he decided that a change in tact was necessary. Placing his hands against his left hip, Tuon proceeded to perform the movement to invoke a spell he had been taught quite recently. “Helios Inflamarae,” he exclaimed and his target tried to run but it was too late. In his immediate vicinity flashes of light exploded, startling and disorientating the target, allowing Tuon the opportunity to grab a hold of his opponent. “Yield,” he stated clearly and concisely before pulling the hood of his over shirt down, his opponent doing the same to reveal his younger brother Fenwa.
“Well done my brother. It seems that you are indeed becoming the warrior that destiny has deemed you to be.”
“Thank you,” he began before he reacted a feeling he got from his surroundings. He took a split second to look at his brother, who also seemed to be slightly perturbed by the recent sensation, and proceeded to throw his chakram with precise accuracy. The circular disc flew deftly through the air like a hot knife through butter and became embedded in a tree, right next to the head of an Elven elder.
“It seems, young Jahdo that you have much to learn; for instance what would you have done if after all that it turns out that it wasn’t I who had approached but something more sinister?”
“… I do not know, elder,” Tuon replied dejectedly. He hadn’t thought that far ahead and now in hindsight it would have cost him valuable time or probably worse. “I will train harder so as to make up for my mistake.”
“Yes you must train harder; and as you progress more of the secrets that surround the chakram will be unlocked.”
“Like what,” the young elf inquired.
“Concern yourself not with the what but with the how,” the elder responded cryptically.
“The how?” Tuon felt unsure as to where this exchange of info was leading him to, but he was smart enough to know that the elder might not be done with his explanation.
“Yes, like how will these secrets be unlocked? Will it be by staying here and gaining more theoretical knowledge by reading the texts; or… by leaving Bishal and going on quest of self discovery?”
Tuon pondered this for a while; both possibilities and merits and shortcomings but he was still unsure as to which path to take. He began to respond, “and the answer to this…”
“…Comes from within you,” the elder interrupted as he handed over the magical weapon. The same weapon that had been used to help defend the elves from the Dragoons during the war of Oblivion, the one used to drive back an army of Necrids back single-handedly. And automatically he knew what he needed to do…
(NB Tuon is a name used from the Wheel of Time fantasy series by Robert Jordan and Jahdo means I alone; his joy; his sharpness of wit; his newness.)
Contact Information: fyataekwondo@hotmail.com
Character Name: Tuon Jahdo (pronounced Two-one Jar-dough)
Race: Elven
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Ambervale, Bishal
Arcane: Yes
Physical Description: Tuon has long copper brown hair that flows past his pointed, leaf shaped ears and finish just short of the nape of his neck, though his hair seems to prefer staying spiked up. He has hazel eyes that have fine specks of dark brown that seem to accentuate their intensity; while his skin is a lighter shade of caramel brown with a light dusting of chocolate brown freckles across his button shaped nose. This combination only heightens his beauty and makes him more desirable to admirers. Standing at just over 6ft, he has a toned body shape due in part to the way he lives his life, enjoying past times such as hunting (especially the use of a bow and arrow), running and meditation. It has been said by many in his family that he has the build fit for a hunter, where both his upper and lower body are developed to the extent that he has definition; but not bulky to the extent that they weigh him down.
Clothing wise, Tuon tends to keep to simple styles. His clothes are all hand made by his mother via a needle and thread, as his family detests machinery, as does he. He wears an all body tunic of pale green with brown boots and a brown over shirt (also in brown). Adorning his wrists are two gold bands imbued with blessed amber as a mark of where he was raised. His over shirt is sleeveless but also has a hood to aid him in camouflage when hunting… or under attack. He is never seen without his weaponry close by; a red chakram shaped like a sun burst, and a sturdy wooden bow and quiver full of arrows.
Personality: Tuon is quite kind and caring in comparison to most other Elves and the general stereotype. Though he appears aloof, and truth be told he is, he does have an emotional connection with those he dubs as friends; although that in itself is an arduous task to undertake and it is one few non-elvens have accomplished. He isn’t the type of person to attack without provocation, that being said he becomes highly enraged at the needless destruction of nature. Tuon always shows a definition of calm, whether he is meditating or in battle, his face rarely shows more extreme emotions like frustration, fury or bitterness if at all. This doesn’t mean that he can’t show when he is happy or sad or angry, but the minute differences facially between such emotions make it hard to tell. He prefers to remain quiet in groups however when he does speak his words are so powerful to the extent that they are considered enigmatic.
Background: The first born of Sakeel Jahdo and his wife Janessa, Tuon was born and raised in the more affluent area of Ambervale in Bishal. The area was very beautiful and awash with colours due to the magical properties that lay within the amber that nourished the soil. Tuon’s father was a very prominent hunter amongst the elves in Ambervale and though there was no established government many people turned to him for advise. His mother was a highly sought after tailor who could craft masterpieces out of the wool that was sheared from the sheep seasonally and the cotton that she harvests from the cotton fields she tilled carefully. From a young age, Tuon was fascinated by the amount of hard work that his father did to keep fellow elves safe and bring food for them to eat; and it soon became obvious he was going to follow his father into the hunting profession. He quickly grasped the basics of hunting, such as using a bow and arrow and tracking; and by the time his younger brother was born he had surpassed even his own father in skill. As a accompaniment to his ‘field’ education he also studied under the Elven elders and learnt to cast spells that were native to the Elven race; passed down through the generations, that mostly consisted of elemental magic. The tough regime has helped in shaping him into the man he has become, a hawk-eyed hunter capable of utilising magic competently.
Unbeknownst to him, he was actually a possible descendant of the legendary Elven warrior mage named Helios. It had been foretold that one of his descendants would simply ‘be chosen,’ and every four years Elven youths that had reached the necessary criteria (i.e. they were over 21, had a plausible line to Helios himself and hadn’t undertaken the coming of age task previously) were required to travel to a remote area of Bishal to undertake a special rite of passage; once there the Elven elders would test them in their proficiency with magic and weaponry. The final test was to attempt to remove Helios’ chakram from the stone it had been lodged in for centuries, magically imbued to release when touched by the chosen one; this was a special day where many elves made their yearly pilgrimage to the temple to pay their respects to Helios and to get closer with nature.
Tuon’s own attempt occurred on his 23rd birthday and he faired very well in the tests set by the Elders; although when it was time for the final test, Tuon was slightly unsure of himself as all those around him were also. When he reached out for the mythical weapon, he felt a surge of power flow through his soul before actually making skin contact with the metal. As he touched the circular saw-like weapon and lifted it out of the stone, a chorus of gasps rippled through the assembled masses; the chosen one had indeed appeared and claimed what was his, but what becomes of him now…
Skills/Talents: Tuon is adept in the use of a bow and arrow and is highly accurate, able to reset himself for another shot in under five seconds. He is also skilled in the use of his chakram able to wield it as a projectile weapon and also to split in half to be used as two curved daggers so that he is more melee combat ready, however he has yet to unlock the full capabilities of this mystical weapon. He is also a very good tracker and is able to follow the slightest of trails for miles on end. Able to read and translate ancient Elvish as well as the universally accepted language of Eshathar, Tuon is no slack in the intelligence department able to wield magic easily and has a vast knowledge of key historical moments. Due to the nature of his vocation, Tuon has better stamina, agility and speed than the average elf, which is far better than that of any terran. It should also be noted that as an elf he has a pseudo-telepathic ability where he connects and communicates with the natural landscape; using this ability he can glean slight information on those who have passed through an area and, with extreme concentration, can detect danger in his immediate vicinity.
Weaknesses: Tuon is afraid of waking up to a world where nature has been ignored for advances in technology, or worse a world where the Lich King and his army of Necrids rule. He will not use machinery, as this is not in harmony with natural law and is therefore frowned heavily upon by his race; however he is like an uncontrollable storm when he sees the needless destruction of nature and this can lead to reckless behaviour on his part.
Sample Roleplay: The sacred temple of Helios. Though Elves were very much a nomadic tribe, it was still inbuilt into their minds to visit this location at least once a year to reaffirm their connection to nature; and every fourth year the Elven rite of passage would occur at this site. This past year the event had a shocking conclusion; the sacred chakram had been released from its magical prison by one young elf, a direct descendant of Helios himself by the name of Tuon Jahdo.
“Levus Vientus.” The same young elf that was hovering up to a tree branch that was high above him. Face and head covered by the hood of his over shirt, the caramel skinned boy was searching for someone, or at least something that would indicate the direction that a certain someone had gone. He had been at this for the better part of the day with minimal success. He had found his adversary twice but each time was within touching distance, Tuon’s rival was mysteriously spirited away and so the search would start up again. Tuon closed his eyes and attempted to connect with his surroundings for any sign of his target, this after all had been set up by the Elven elders as a way of honing his skills so that he was prepared for what ever adventure he might embark on as the rightful heir of Helios. Though the prophecy had come to pass, no one not even the elders knew what role Tuon was to play in the future, therefore they decided to over prepare him for whatever may lay ahead…
“Found you,” he said with a slight grin on his face as he slowly opened his eyes. With a quick and graceful flourish he was on the ground again and running silently through the forest around the temple, heart pounding ever so slightly whilst his breathing was still relatively normal. He caught sight of his target sitting on the ground and quietly skidded to a halt. Past experience had taught at the very least that the direct approach was in no way going to work, so he decided that a change in tact was necessary. Placing his hands against his left hip, Tuon proceeded to perform the movement to invoke a spell he had been taught quite recently. “Helios Inflamarae,” he exclaimed and his target tried to run but it was too late. In his immediate vicinity flashes of light exploded, startling and disorientating the target, allowing Tuon the opportunity to grab a hold of his opponent. “Yield,” he stated clearly and concisely before pulling the hood of his over shirt down, his opponent doing the same to reveal his younger brother Fenwa.
“Well done my brother. It seems that you are indeed becoming the warrior that destiny has deemed you to be.”
“Thank you,” he began before he reacted a feeling he got from his surroundings. He took a split second to look at his brother, who also seemed to be slightly perturbed by the recent sensation, and proceeded to throw his chakram with precise accuracy. The circular disc flew deftly through the air like a hot knife through butter and became embedded in a tree, right next to the head of an Elven elder.
“It seems, young Jahdo that you have much to learn; for instance what would you have done if after all that it turns out that it wasn’t I who had approached but something more sinister?”
“… I do not know, elder,” Tuon replied dejectedly. He hadn’t thought that far ahead and now in hindsight it would have cost him valuable time or probably worse. “I will train harder so as to make up for my mistake.”
“Yes you must train harder; and as you progress more of the secrets that surround the chakram will be unlocked.”
“Like what,” the young elf inquired.
“Concern yourself not with the what but with the how,” the elder responded cryptically.
“The how?” Tuon felt unsure as to where this exchange of info was leading him to, but he was smart enough to know that the elder might not be done with his explanation.
“Yes, like how will these secrets be unlocked? Will it be by staying here and gaining more theoretical knowledge by reading the texts; or… by leaving Bishal and going on quest of self discovery?”
Tuon pondered this for a while; both possibilities and merits and shortcomings but he was still unsure as to which path to take. He began to respond, “and the answer to this…”
“…Comes from within you,” the elder interrupted as he handed over the magical weapon. The same weapon that had been used to help defend the elves from the Dragoons during the war of Oblivion, the one used to drive back an army of Necrids back single-handedly. And automatically he knew what he needed to do…
(NB Tuon is a name used from the Wheel of Time fantasy series by Robert Jordan and Jahdo means I alone; his joy; his sharpness of wit; his newness.)
