|
[ rules ] [ setting ] [ players ] [ archives ]
Skills and Stats
Skills and Stats
player: Joseph Betzwieser
age: 21
STR: 17 nonweapon proficiencies: Chedraqis with reading/writing, Tiesh, engineering, blacksmithing, logistics, survival, leadership, tactics, tirachen (extra proficiency) weapon proficiencies: battle axe (specialized), jenachen dagger (specialized), halberd, crossbow equipment: tirachen set, 2 braces of jenachen daggers, battle-axe, crossbow (on loan from the Qenaren military) and 20 quarrels funds: Qoren makes good money for a soldier, enough for the occasional indulgence. If he loses equipment in the line of duty he might be able to get it replaced by the quartermaster for free, or at reduced cost. While on the Wall he can use the smithy, and is sometimes called on to help with shoeing, repairs, etc. in return.
Spells1st level spells: audible glamour, cantrip, light, mending
Character DescriptionThe first thing one notices when entering a room with Qoren Talos is his large size. [GM's note: For a Qenaren!] This quickly gives way to the three deep scars and missing eye on the left side of his face. Only later do other things, such as the amused look at one's staring and the non-regulation ponytail, seep into one's perception.
Character HistoryQoren is a veteran soldier positioned on the wall, with a deep love of life and sense of duty. Those traits, as he will often mention, were instilled during his "misspent" youth. During that "misspent" time, he lost his left eye and some of his closest friends to a "stunt" they pulled. Instead of letting this loss deter him, he has taken it as the most important lesson of his life. He lives his life to the fullest, thankful that he still has one, and devotes it to the protection and betterment of those around him.
Writing SampleAt the age of 14 I was apprenticed to the blacksmith in the village of Forest's Shadow. This small village had its share of trouble-finding youths, a group I quickly fell in with. Now these youths were of course attracted to the largest source of mystery and trouble within a day's walk, the Black Wall. So two months after I arrived for my apprenticeship, and the day after the High Magistrate had passed through on his yearly cycle, I found myself with 5 other boys sneaking over the dark wall, and into the Ashenlands, to prove our courage, and to satisfy our curiousity. The plan was simply to spend an entire day and night on the other side of the wall, exploring a little, and then to return to village by the next night fall. As it turned out, a wraith had other plans. It was around midnight, as far as I was able to tell when a scream of pure agony ripped about our campsite. Unable to see in the dim light of our campfire's dying embers, I produced a magelight (thanks to some small training from father) in front of me. I saw a wraith, of a type I now know as a stormbird, leaning over the area where one of my adventurous friends had decided to sleep. Suddenly it looked up and around, and stared directly at me. Those twisted eyes held mine for but a moment, but that moment was far too long. It took to the air suddenly and flew for me. I tried to dive out of the way, but was only partially successful; instead of ripping my head off, it mearly took half my face and one eye. My mage light blinked out as I lost concentration in a haze of mind numbing pain. I then did what any other 14 year old would have done: I ran. I don't know which direction I went, whether I was heading towards or away from the wall and safety. I rushed through brush and past trees in a blur. Then I heard another scream, somewhat distant and behind me. A human scream of pain, followed by silence. A short time later I heard another. Then another. And finally once more was the air cut by human agony. Five screams. Five friends. All through that nightmare I kept running, until I finally tripped over a root and couldn't rise. I turned myself over, enduring pain in face and ankle, until I faced the way I had come. I didn't need to wait long. A rustle and the stormbird emerged from the brush, following my trail. I closed my eye, scared and hurt. I felt a flash of heat and heard a scream, wondering if it was mine. Yet the scream had not sounded human. I opened my one good eye and looked up into the eyes of the Executioner. The High Magistrate. I was saved. At that thought, the peace of unconsciousness flooded through me and I slept.
Brownie Points
|
