Post by Broli on Oct 6, 2012 18:20:23 GMT -5
Name: Claimed: Broli
Actual: Enbrolyans, Adolphus
Age: 19
Class: Bandit - Lockpick enabled
Sex: Male
Hair color: White, very pale grey
Facial appearance: It is a good thing Broli is a raiding, loud bandit as if he picked a stealthy occupation he would undoubtedly fail due to his tendency to standout. His considerably dark skin is enough, but hair color and eye color take the cake. He has somewhat feminine face, making him either really attractive or amazingly odd-looking. Broli's hair is long, reaching to his back in length and is silky, though quite messy on the front as two bangs split above his forehead. His eyes are light blue. Lastly, signs of an attempt to grow a beard, a goatee are shown on his chin. Unlike normal men, he is not elegant or handsome: he's (shamefully) beautiful.
Body type: Solid and thick.
Personailty: Despite suffering several conflicts and turns, Broli's happy-go-lucky attitude was never dropped when life didn't spit on him. He is somewhat jolly and rather flamboyant, an odd bandit he is. Broli requires attention quite much and as such, is talkative and open with even the most suspicious-looking strangers. His tendency to make things perfect shrouds his occupation, but he is in bottom line, a man of crime. Only if profittable for himself would he band with unknown men. His need for attention and confident nature breed pride and arrogance in a way. Broli is what one can easily call, 'free'.
Birth Place: Bern
Origin: Adolphus was born to an entirely different life than what he really experienced. Were the bandits absent that day, surely the boy would have grown to be the chief of militia and the prince his parents wished him to.
Enbrolyant Adolphus, second-born son to Marquess Bern Ludwig and his honorable wife Ariel of Bern, the main territory named after the country. As his destiny was set at the day of his birth, second in title only to his older brother Perseus, Adolphus was to accompany his older brother in any studies and lessons concerning the military power of the kingdom, once they were older that is. Their loving parents built them to be exactly to their image, going from early absolute discipline to skills they might need would they be deprived of their kingdom. Adolphus' lessons continued only up to utter determination for success, to the age of 7. Their parents, being second-rate and only remaining relatives to the royal family, wanted to conquer the royal status through their sons.
He had unquestioned potential for being chief of militia, if not a second-in-line heir would something unfortune happen to Perseus. The brothers were close, very close, despite the three year gap between them. Perseus was the best older brother a child could hope for. The two were separated on the 13th of October, marked Ludwig's Bern's greatest loss: for a while - and before Adolphus' birth - Bern was subject to bandit attacks. On the 13th of October, one of the two boys playing outside was kidnapped. Ludwig did everything he could to retrieve his lost boy, as far as exiting the castle grounds and attempting to cross the mountains alone. It was futile.
Adolphus was renamed Broli by the band leader after a brief introduction, simply exchanging names. He was enslaved by them for a long while, treated as lower than a worm. He often cried and whined, but never once during the day or when working. The group of bandits came to slowly appreciate his magnificent skill in cooking and cleaning, and great tendency to finish everything to a full 100 percent, perfectionism. It had taken him two years to finally stop grieving about his former home and less to be accepted as a transporter of the sort, a servant rather a slave. Broli was acknowledged.
Broli was well-liked by the bandits who oddly found compassion for the little boy, and he came to gain interest in their lives. He got new friends and traveled around Bern for a long while with them, by the age of 10 making a fateful decision: he was to become a bandit, one of them. This decision made that specific group raid much less, as most of their men were taken to teach young Broli how to defend himself, how to wield an axe right. He was to experience raids first a year later, when the band leader decided to finally send him in. Broli did not disappoint his men.
Two fun years, to the age of thirteen, Broli was widely adored for his nimbleness and skill with an axe. But he was too honest. His final hours in that kingdom came when the group raided the castle, a third time now. Broli couldn't do it, but was talked into it by their leader. Once he encountered his older brother Perseus as a royal guard, he escaped. The raid ended with retreat after talking with the prince. Per Broli's request, the group was to go far. Bern had not seen that specific band since that day, and Adolphus never returned home.
By sixteen, Broli parted ways with his new family so he could develop further on his own. He had crossed Nabata desert without much problem and even got to the cold lands of Illia, at the beginning of The Point's foundation. In his failed attempts to find coverage for his bare upper body, Broli collapsed on the snowy fields, only to be found by a band of women. Following the saint's path, they were all magicians of the sort. He was nursed back to full health by these loyal women, with one he had 'united'. The girl's name was Nishimura, a shaman, just as loyal to Illia as the rest of her friends. What separated the two lovebirds apart was Nishimura's devotion: as much as she was to Broli, she was more to her lands. Broli was after all, an outsider.
He escaped, never wanting to cross paths with these icy lands again.
His streak of bad luck had yet to come to an end: just as his feet stepped on Lycian ground, information reaching his ears was clear: this kingdom is unfortunately in civil war.
Just his luck.
Current mood: Satisfied and lively.
Knife: A steel knife with a matching handle, the entire object is grey on color thanks to being made of steel. Despite its unique thin and delicate structure, never once was it used for bloodshed: only 'handy' manners. It is a great replacement for a lockpick, not to mention extremely useful to cutting food. It is not too long, but barely shorter than an average knife.
Actual: Enbrolyans, Adolphus
Age: 19
Class: Bandit - Lockpick enabled
Sex: Male
Hair color: White, very pale grey
Facial appearance: It is a good thing Broli is a raiding, loud bandit as if he picked a stealthy occupation he would undoubtedly fail due to his tendency to standout. His considerably dark skin is enough, but hair color and eye color take the cake. He has somewhat feminine face, making him either really attractive or amazingly odd-looking. Broli's hair is long, reaching to his back in length and is silky, though quite messy on the front as two bangs split above his forehead. His eyes are light blue. Lastly, signs of an attempt to grow a beard, a goatee are shown on his chin. Unlike normal men, he is not elegant or handsome: he's (shamefully) beautiful.
Body type: Solid and thick.
Personailty: Despite suffering several conflicts and turns, Broli's happy-go-lucky attitude was never dropped when life didn't spit on him. He is somewhat jolly and rather flamboyant, an odd bandit he is. Broli requires attention quite much and as such, is talkative and open with even the most suspicious-looking strangers. His tendency to make things perfect shrouds his occupation, but he is in bottom line, a man of crime. Only if profittable for himself would he band with unknown men. His need for attention and confident nature breed pride and arrogance in a way. Broli is what one can easily call, 'free'.
Birth Place: Bern
Origin: Adolphus was born to an entirely different life than what he really experienced. Were the bandits absent that day, surely the boy would have grown to be the chief of militia and the prince his parents wished him to.
Enbrolyant Adolphus, second-born son to Marquess Bern Ludwig and his honorable wife Ariel of Bern, the main territory named after the country. As his destiny was set at the day of his birth, second in title only to his older brother Perseus, Adolphus was to accompany his older brother in any studies and lessons concerning the military power of the kingdom, once they were older that is. Their loving parents built them to be exactly to their image, going from early absolute discipline to skills they might need would they be deprived of their kingdom. Adolphus' lessons continued only up to utter determination for success, to the age of 7. Their parents, being second-rate and only remaining relatives to the royal family, wanted to conquer the royal status through their sons.
He had unquestioned potential for being chief of militia, if not a second-in-line heir would something unfortune happen to Perseus. The brothers were close, very close, despite the three year gap between them. Perseus was the best older brother a child could hope for. The two were separated on the 13th of October, marked Ludwig's Bern's greatest loss: for a while - and before Adolphus' birth - Bern was subject to bandit attacks. On the 13th of October, one of the two boys playing outside was kidnapped. Ludwig did everything he could to retrieve his lost boy, as far as exiting the castle grounds and attempting to cross the mountains alone. It was futile.
Adolphus was renamed Broli by the band leader after a brief introduction, simply exchanging names. He was enslaved by them for a long while, treated as lower than a worm. He often cried and whined, but never once during the day or when working. The group of bandits came to slowly appreciate his magnificent skill in cooking and cleaning, and great tendency to finish everything to a full 100 percent, perfectionism. It had taken him two years to finally stop grieving about his former home and less to be accepted as a transporter of the sort, a servant rather a slave. Broli was acknowledged.
Broli was well-liked by the bandits who oddly found compassion for the little boy, and he came to gain interest in their lives. He got new friends and traveled around Bern for a long while with them, by the age of 10 making a fateful decision: he was to become a bandit, one of them. This decision made that specific group raid much less, as most of their men were taken to teach young Broli how to defend himself, how to wield an axe right. He was to experience raids first a year later, when the band leader decided to finally send him in. Broli did not disappoint his men.
Two fun years, to the age of thirteen, Broli was widely adored for his nimbleness and skill with an axe. But he was too honest. His final hours in that kingdom came when the group raided the castle, a third time now. Broli couldn't do it, but was talked into it by their leader. Once he encountered his older brother Perseus as a royal guard, he escaped. The raid ended with retreat after talking with the prince. Per Broli's request, the group was to go far. Bern had not seen that specific band since that day, and Adolphus never returned home.
By sixteen, Broli parted ways with his new family so he could develop further on his own. He had crossed Nabata desert without much problem and even got to the cold lands of Illia, at the beginning of The Point's foundation. In his failed attempts to find coverage for his bare upper body, Broli collapsed on the snowy fields, only to be found by a band of women. Following the saint's path, they were all magicians of the sort. He was nursed back to full health by these loyal women, with one he had 'united'. The girl's name was Nishimura, a shaman, just as loyal to Illia as the rest of her friends. What separated the two lovebirds apart was Nishimura's devotion: as much as she was to Broli, she was more to her lands. Broli was after all, an outsider.
He escaped, never wanting to cross paths with these icy lands again.
His streak of bad luck had yet to come to an end: just as his feet stepped on Lycian ground, information reaching his ears was clear: this kingdom is unfortunately in civil war.
Just his luck.
Current mood: Satisfied and lively.
Knife: A steel knife with a matching handle, the entire object is grey on color thanks to being made of steel. Despite its unique thin and delicate structure, never once was it used for bloodshed: only 'handy' manners. It is a great replacement for a lockpick, not to mention extremely useful to cutting food. It is not too long, but barely shorter than an average knife.
