» Tue Mar 15, 2011 10:52 pm
Name: Brandon Locke, But simply you can call him Bran
Race: Nord Werewolf
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthsign: The Apprentice
Height: 160cm and 5'3
Hair: a short ponytail, just long enough to be tied. dark Sand colored
Eyes: Light yellow, Much brighter in wolf form
Skin: Pale-ish
Tattoos/scars: a large bite mark on his left arm
Build: Short and very skinny, unlike most nords. Child like but with a thin face that says otherwise.
Class: Healer / scholar apprentice
Class description: One who wants to know all, the lore, healing magic and herbs.
Skills: Alchemy, restoration, quarter staff, dagger, speechcraft and mysticism (of that only a few minor spells)
Apparel: dark wool pants, a dark shirt and over those usually a brown robe, which makes him look even shorter.
Weapons: a quarter staff and a small steel dagger, mostly used for alchemy
Inventory: a book on herbs, a mortar and a pestle, some coins, a quill and ink and a notebook
Misc: Has a split personality, doesn't know of it nor does he know of his condition. The split personality is like a wolf, but doesn't have the looks of one. It' s wild and untamed, most likely violent as well. He also has a good nose. has a good nose.
Personality/traits: Not too organized, pretty much a dreamer, serious at heart but you might think him easy going. He doesn't like being short and skinny, so he dislikes being reminded but occasionally he uses his childlike looks to take advantage. He's philosophical and good at noticing little things. Likes puzzles.
Sometimes he dreams of running in the woods as a wolf and hunting for prey. He likes to write those dreams down in his little book.
Bio: About ten years ago, an old monk from the weynon priory found a young boy who was badly wounded and very feverish. The monk carried him to the priory and tended to his wounds for a few weeks. The monk told him stories of places where he had seen, and of the nine. The boy liked the stories and grew to believe in them and trust in them. After a week or so since his recovery Bran disappeared but was found the next day sleeping in a near by forest, all bloody. There also was also a half-eaten deer nearby.
The priests in the priory knew of his condition but no one had the heart to tell him. They tried to keep it a secret from the other apprentice monks who were some years older than him. They bullied him and called him a dogboy. Bran never knew why nor did he care why, he just thought maybe they were jealous because he could smell where they've been. Sometimes he paid them back by turning them in when they went somewhere they shouldn't and when they did something else.
Bran also wants to get out to the world, he's bored of reading of it.
Hstory: (Anything that changes your character in any way during the RP can be included here, so for now just leave it blank)
This good? And yeah, he's in weynon priory. Think I belong to Ugly's group.