Post by alayis781 on Feb 3, 2008 12:47:11 GMT -5
Era: Baron's Corruption
Name: Ablahr (no last name)
Sex: Male
DOB: December 7th
Age: 21
Height: 5'9"
Body type: Slim; Built like a runner with strong legs but weaker arms
Skin type: Dark
Hair style&color: Messy, Black
Eyes: Gold
Sign: Sagittarius
Scars and tattoos: A few long slashes on his back from his father's beatings
Clothing: lynnlamora.deviantart.com/art/Going-Postal-58726357
Occupation: Mailman
Powers: None
Weapons: None
Income: Poor
Posture: Timid with small attempts to appear more confident
Personality: Doesn't like being the center of attention, gets nervous, stutters, and sometimes faints around pretty girls, friendly, always willing to help, can be brave when he needs to be, doesn't like confrontation
Religious Views: Not very religious but will pray if he's in trouble.
Allies: N/A
Love Relationships: N/A
Foes: N/A
Story about them/History:
Ablahr was born in the desert in a tribe of brutish Marauders. His mother was nothing more than property and his father was none too gentle with his small son. He was weak in body and his father often pushed him around, sometimes breaking bones, and sometimes drawing blood much to his mother's dismay. But there was nothing she could do.
When Ablahr was 11 it was time for his initiation into manhood... which meant fighting another boy his age to the death. His mother knew he wasn't a fighter and knew her son was going to die. In a last ditch effort she escaped the Marauder camp with her son in tow. They made it all the way to the Northern Icelands. They lived in a small tent in one of the villages for a while. Ablahr didn't adapt well to the new climate and had to cover every inch of his body to stay warm.
They were content for many years but when Ablahr was 17 his mother died of an illness. After her death it was hard for him to trust anyone, his mother up until then providing him with that knowledge of who to trust and who to flee from. Unfortunately someone those she had trained him to run from were those involved in the government or law enforcement. No matter what, Ablahr avoided such people like the plague.
Women were like aliens to him. His mother never told him what to say if a girl flirted with him. When around a girl or woman he found attractive he was unable to speak then he would stutter and turn red before fainting!
When he was 18 he was hired by the postal service to carry important packages and documents from village to village. For the first few months it was hard for him to look any client in the eye but after a year on the job he began to develop and honest report with his clients. While he is constantly on the move the job isn't very lucrative, he still lives in that small tent he had shared with his mother.
Education: None
Talents: Running, Knows the terrain like the back of his hand, Hiding
Weakness: Pretty woman, his lack of physical strength, lack of courage, sensitive to the cold
Fears: Pretty women, any government official, death
Favorite quote: 'H-h-h-h-....hi....'
Name: Ablahr (no last name)
Sex: Male
DOB: December 7th
Age: 21
Height: 5'9"
Body type: Slim; Built like a runner with strong legs but weaker arms
Skin type: Dark
Hair style&color: Messy, Black
Eyes: Gold
Sign: Sagittarius
Scars and tattoos: A few long slashes on his back from his father's beatings
Clothing: lynnlamora.deviantart.com/art/Going-Postal-58726357
Occupation: Mailman
Powers: None
Weapons: None
Income: Poor
Posture: Timid with small attempts to appear more confident
Personality: Doesn't like being the center of attention, gets nervous, stutters, and sometimes faints around pretty girls, friendly, always willing to help, can be brave when he needs to be, doesn't like confrontation
Religious Views: Not very religious but will pray if he's in trouble.
Allies: N/A
Love Relationships: N/A
Foes: N/A
Story about them/History:
Ablahr was born in the desert in a tribe of brutish Marauders. His mother was nothing more than property and his father was none too gentle with his small son. He was weak in body and his father often pushed him around, sometimes breaking bones, and sometimes drawing blood much to his mother's dismay. But there was nothing she could do.
When Ablahr was 11 it was time for his initiation into manhood... which meant fighting another boy his age to the death. His mother knew he wasn't a fighter and knew her son was going to die. In a last ditch effort she escaped the Marauder camp with her son in tow. They made it all the way to the Northern Icelands. They lived in a small tent in one of the villages for a while. Ablahr didn't adapt well to the new climate and had to cover every inch of his body to stay warm.
They were content for many years but when Ablahr was 17 his mother died of an illness. After her death it was hard for him to trust anyone, his mother up until then providing him with that knowledge of who to trust and who to flee from. Unfortunately someone those she had trained him to run from were those involved in the government or law enforcement. No matter what, Ablahr avoided such people like the plague.
Women were like aliens to him. His mother never told him what to say if a girl flirted with him. When around a girl or woman he found attractive he was unable to speak then he would stutter and turn red before fainting!
When he was 18 he was hired by the postal service to carry important packages and documents from village to village. For the first few months it was hard for him to look any client in the eye but after a year on the job he began to develop and honest report with his clients. While he is constantly on the move the job isn't very lucrative, he still lives in that small tent he had shared with his mother.
Education: None
Talents: Running, Knows the terrain like the back of his hand, Hiding
Weakness: Pretty woman, his lack of physical strength, lack of courage, sensitive to the cold
Fears: Pretty women, any government official, death
Favorite quote: 'H-h-h-h-....hi....'