Un Realms - Konrad Drauwulf

« Konrad Drauwulf »

Welcome Guest. Please Login or Register.
Dec 29, 2009, 4:51pm

Un Realms :: Your RP Start :: Character Profiles :: Konrad Drauwulf

Author

Topic: Konrad Drauwulf (Read 88 times)

soulsmith
New Member

member is offline

Joined: May 2008
Posts: 6
Karma: 0

Konrad Drauwulf
« Thread Started on May 1, 2008, 6:37pm »

Name: Konrad Drauwulf

Age: 29

Look:

[image]

Build: Muscular, but lanky - ish

Race: Human

History: Konrad's life began in a small town. It was named Tor Pike. The earth around the town is oddly fertile, and its farmers produce huge harvests for their mayor, who is wise enough not to ask why the ground is so good for farming. It was on the border of the wood elf lands, in the human land of Sara, a single road connecting it to the next element of civilization, a good few miles away. Though it had no standing militia, almost every man was armed, and many were expert archers due to the huge amount of animals around. Konrad's father was one such man. From an early age, he too had his own bow, grafted by his father. Though it was un-drawable at that age, he treasured it. In his teen years, his strength grew and he began hunting with his father. Everything was perfect, his muscles were strong, animals and fruit was plentiful and the harvest was always good. The summer days were long, and he had gone hunting alone, his father having taken ill.

"I crouched low as I made my way through the bracken, my beautiful bow glittering in my hands, polished to a sheen. I took another arrow from the quiver and felt my way along it, the white flights tickling my hand. As I put it to the string, I spotted deer. Its antlers were furry, and it shone in a single shaft of light bursting through the canopy. The arrow was away before it saw me. A bleat cut the air, then it fell. I let out a silent whoop then crashed over to it, examining the kill. It was clean, into the neck. I took out the arrow carefully, not breaking it. Cleaning it on some ferns, I replaced it into the quiver. I bent over the corpse and took out my knife. The bone hilt was made from the same bone as the antlers of a deer, and the blade was short, but glistening. I went to cut it, but then I smelt something on the air. Burning. I stood up, tense, and turned. The gap in the trees showed not sunlight, but a thick grey cloud, billowing from the town. I raced away..."

As Konrad reached the town, it was too late. Corpses laid everywhere, and none of another race. The attacker's were a mystery. He ran to his home, and found it burnt to the floor. His mother couldn't be seen anywhere, but he hoped she escaped. (She didn't, but she was never found) His father was slumped against a nearby wall, white as a ghost, his eyes closed. A ash arrow protruded from his chest, with formed green flights. Konrad roared. Wood Elves. Rain fell, hissing coming from the dying embers and he slumped to his knees in the mud. He turned away, his head slumped. He couldn't bury all the bodies. He began to drag them to a large pile of untouched wood. The mayor's body was stuck full of several arrows, like a horrific pin-tidy. Beside him lay the marks of disturbed ground, as if something heavy had been dragged away. Also next to him was a sword, bloodied. The old man had got one. He had never thought the blade a weapon, always hanging above the fireplace in the Mayor's council hall. He picked it up, wiping it clean on a scrap of cloth.
The night air was thick with choking smoke as the bodies burned, his father the only one buried. Emotions were cast aside. There was so much hurt he was little more than a hollow shell of anger. The elves would attack any too near their land, but never attacked at random into the human lands. Revenge was all he could think of. The elves must die in his eyes, twisted beasts, arrogant and haughty. Bloated kings, to be cast from their thrones and spitted liek the pigs they truly were. He gathered his things, the meager supplies he had and his weapons. His leather trousers were muddy, but were washing in the rain. Below, his brown jerkin was dry, protected by the thick green robe, which hung around him, sodden. He lifted his hood, and left the village, the fire hissing from the dying rain. He left, for the forest, for civilization, to other lands? Anywhere. Elves could be anywhere. And elves must die.

Weapons: Longsword, bow, dagger

Armour: Leathers, a chainmail vest.

Skill: Woodsmanship, expert archer, swordsman, awareness (he can tell soon where people are, what they are armed with etc, and tracks their movements), Tracker

Magic type: He has no magic.

Link to Post - Back to Top IP:

Logged

Lord Dyp
Administrator

God Of Un
member is offline

[avatar]

I'm Dyp...yep, that's it.

Joined: Mar 2008
Gender: Male

Posts: 90
Location: Earth, Hell
Karma: 1

Re: Konrad Drauwulf
« Reply #1 on May 1, 2008, 6:54pm »

Okay, thats fine, like the second picture.

Link to Post - Back to Top IP:

Logged

Click Here To Make This Board Ad-Free

This Board Hosted For FREE By ProBoards
Get Your Own Free Message Boards & Free Forums!