Post by ooo on Nov 22, 2008 13:19:02 GMT -5
Name: Yurrestos
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Yurrestos hair, which looks like something made a nest in it, never gets washed, or very rarely. He is always dirty, even just after a bath.
He only gets baths when someone is kind enough to lend him one. He usually goes around in a red vest, white shirt, and baggy brown pants. He normally patches these clothes daily. His entire life is on the run, so he is very thin. His eyes are like plates, wide and round. He struggles to look normal, not like a beggar. He has lots of freckles, and he has acne mainly on his forehead. He has at least two scars at any given moment. He is rarely seen at parties, because of his attire. He also has a solider uniform, from when he had a career. He has a hand and a half sword, and it is almost always in its scabbard, as he prefers his daggers. Yurrestos is the middle in his appearance (ugly, pretty).
He carries a pack with medical supplies and food over his shoulder
RP Example: Yurrestos was sickened by the city. Dras-Leona was so terrible, people begging for gold, priests taking slaves off to Helgrind, and no soldier even said no to it all. No excuse would cover the kings’ lack of attention. He struggled with the decision to help overthrow Galbatorix. All his life he had adored the king. But seeing people dieing in the streets was a lot too. Maybe, he thought, he could deliver the Varden food and gold.
Of course, he would have to find a Varden Representative.
Maybe the elves or dwarves.
The possibilities were endless.
Maybe leaving Dras-Leona would help.
Right, he thought, Small goals first. He walked towards the southern gate. He hoped there were a few guards, he could take out his pent up anger on them. There were two men there. “Halt.” One commanded, “Why do you wish to leave?”
“None of your business.”
“Tell us, or we will arrest you.” One said. Yurrestos drew his duel daggers, ready to kill if required. The silver curved blades were moved in blinding speed, slitting one throat and the other at the seconds throat.
“Give up.” He said quietly.
“All right.”
“No one was here, he deserted and left you knocked out.”
“Exactly.”
“Goodnight.” He banged the soldiers head, putting him out of commission for a bit.
Rank: Varden Operative
Country: Alagaesia
Personality: Yurrestos is icy calm and level-headed in danger, but very laid back when away from danger. He always likes a game, singing, or other merriment. He is loyal to all his friends, but he is easily distracted, and probes can stop him easily. He pulls through on his vows and promises, as long as he can do them.
His turning from Galbatorix left him shaken, and he now questions all his allies, but remains friendly towards them. He will not stop his questioning until satisfied. He will do it again in the ancient language if he still doesn’t get what he wants.
He has a Robin Hoody, because 20 percent of the money he steals goes to the people of the Empire, with 10 for himself, and 70 to the Varden. He also does begging and gives all that to the people. He will also cut purses.
History: Yurrestos grew up in Uru’baen as a merchant’s son. As a child he stole small items from the guards until he stole a plan for the armies movements, and was put in prison. While in there he trained with a small butter knife, resulting with skill and speed with them. His father refused to pay his bail, saying he was a disgrace.
His friends and him escaped Uru’baen and split up for good, all remaining loyal to Galbatorix. He went to Dras-Leonas at 14 and saw the havoc, and betrayed the Empire on the spot. Spending two years looking for a Varden agent, and when he found one, he joined their organization. He trained for weeks with his sword, but he still preferred his daggers.
He rose through the ranks all the way to the top, and began his campaign of freedom. Some think this to be dumb and rash, but he saves many lives each day. He is currently inside Uru’baen, spying on the soldiers.
Codeword: Zar’roc
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Yurrestos hair, which looks like something made a nest in it, never gets washed, or very rarely. He is always dirty, even just after a bath.
He only gets baths when someone is kind enough to lend him one. He usually goes around in a red vest, white shirt, and baggy brown pants. He normally patches these clothes daily. His entire life is on the run, so he is very thin. His eyes are like plates, wide and round. He struggles to look normal, not like a beggar. He has lots of freckles, and he has acne mainly on his forehead. He has at least two scars at any given moment. He is rarely seen at parties, because of his attire. He also has a solider uniform, from when he had a career. He has a hand and a half sword, and it is almost always in its scabbard, as he prefers his daggers. Yurrestos is the middle in his appearance (ugly, pretty).
He carries a pack with medical supplies and food over his shoulder
RP Example: Yurrestos was sickened by the city. Dras-Leona was so terrible, people begging for gold, priests taking slaves off to Helgrind, and no soldier even said no to it all. No excuse would cover the kings’ lack of attention. He struggled with the decision to help overthrow Galbatorix. All his life he had adored the king. But seeing people dieing in the streets was a lot too. Maybe, he thought, he could deliver the Varden food and gold.
Of course, he would have to find a Varden Representative.
Maybe the elves or dwarves.
The possibilities were endless.
Maybe leaving Dras-Leona would help.
Right, he thought, Small goals first. He walked towards the southern gate. He hoped there were a few guards, he could take out his pent up anger on them. There were two men there. “Halt.” One commanded, “Why do you wish to leave?”
“None of your business.”
“Tell us, or we will arrest you.” One said. Yurrestos drew his duel daggers, ready to kill if required. The silver curved blades were moved in blinding speed, slitting one throat and the other at the seconds throat.
“Give up.” He said quietly.
“All right.”
“No one was here, he deserted and left you knocked out.”
“Exactly.”
“Goodnight.” He banged the soldiers head, putting him out of commission for a bit.
Rank: Varden Operative
Country: Alagaesia
Personality: Yurrestos is icy calm and level-headed in danger, but very laid back when away from danger. He always likes a game, singing, or other merriment. He is loyal to all his friends, but he is easily distracted, and probes can stop him easily. He pulls through on his vows and promises, as long as he can do them.
His turning from Galbatorix left him shaken, and he now questions all his allies, but remains friendly towards them. He will not stop his questioning until satisfied. He will do it again in the ancient language if he still doesn’t get what he wants.
He has a Robin Hoody, because 20 percent of the money he steals goes to the people of the Empire, with 10 for himself, and 70 to the Varden. He also does begging and gives all that to the people. He will also cut purses.
History: Yurrestos grew up in Uru’baen as a merchant’s son. As a child he stole small items from the guards until he stole a plan for the armies movements, and was put in prison. While in there he trained with a small butter knife, resulting with skill and speed with them. His father refused to pay his bail, saying he was a disgrace.
His friends and him escaped Uru’baen and split up for good, all remaining loyal to Galbatorix. He went to Dras-Leonas at 14 and saw the havoc, and betrayed the Empire on the spot. Spending two years looking for a Varden agent, and when he found one, he joined their organization. He trained for weeks with his sword, but he still preferred his daggers.
He rose through the ranks all the way to the top, and began his campaign of freedom. Some think this to be dumb and rash, but he saves many lives each day. He is currently inside Uru’baen, spying on the soldiers.
Codeword: Zar’roc