[Introduction] Character Introduction

[Kingfish880]

After you have rolled for your character, please introduce your character via background story. Include as much as you like. Be sure to include things like: Where your character is from, appearance, attitude, habits, goals, etc. Be prepared for a more lengthy than normal background story should you decide to be a non-human. Convince me that you should play the race

[Kingfish880]

Haladir Al’Var: Human, Bard. http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=23118

Haladir flopped down drunkenly onto his makeshift bed inside the old hay loft. He reached into his cloak pocket, pulled out a flask of whiskey, and took a swig. Hiccupping, he reached his other hand into his trouser pocket and pulled out a two headed coin. He chuckled to himself as he gave the coin a flip and slid it back into his pocket. He laid his head down in the hay and stared at the rafters as they made nauseating circles in his drunken stupor. He thought about his childhood, about the day his father had given him that coin, and about other random memories of his youth. He soon closed his eyes, took one more swig from his flask, and passed out drunk.

Born to a mason and a tailor, Haladir Al’Var was one of four children. His two older sisters were wives to bankers in small towns he’d nearly forgotten the name of. Last he’d heard, his younger brother was off serving in the Drendor Royal Navy. He had a relatively normal childhood surrounded by his friends and family. However, in the secrets of his privacy, Haladir soon realized he was slightly different from the other children. Around age six, he first noticed he could do strange things using only his mind; Things such as move small objects around the room and even produce a small flame with just an open palm. These things, however, only happened when he became upset. For fear of being an outcast, Haladir kept these powers a secret throughout his childhood.

At the age of sixteen, Haladir left his family to start a life of his own. His secret, however, was soon discovered. After entering an inn one evening and having several drinks too many, he got in an argument with the fiddle player on the stage about the sound of his songs. Fed up with drunken morons and the poor tippers that the inn had accumulated, the fiddle player threw his instrument at Haladir and told him to try and play better. This, of course, riled up the crowd and young Haladir was thrust onto the stage to the chants of the drunken patrons. Nervous, scared, and drunk, Haladir started trying to play the fiddle for the first time. To his, as well as the patron’s shock, what came from his fiddle was quite possibly the best song any of them had heard. The crowd soon chanted for more songs and patrons began throwing money into a hat that was resting at Haladir’s feet. He played almost all night.

His talent soon drew the attention of a traveling circus of sorts and Haladir joined them to travel the world, playing his fiddle at every inn and tavern they could find. To his dismay, he soon found out that he couldn’t play the fiddle at all if he wasn’t drunk. He quickly developed a drinking habit and often found himself hung over in some of the nastiest looking backstreets one could find. After several years, Haladir grew tired of the traveling circus and wished to settle down somewhere. The problem however, was that he knew hardly any skills. He continues today, searching for work or adventure that might use his narrow skill set.

A relatively charismatic man, Haladir tends to use his wits rather than his brawn to solve problems. He isn’t, however, afraid to get his hands dirty and fight for what he believes is right. He stands just shy of six feet tall and he has a well proportioned, semi-muscular body. His brown hair hangs loosely to his shoulders and a light beard covers his face and neck.

[Sahib]

Alchion, human fighter http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=23453

Alchion drifts through the town gates, a falchion with a red-leather handle strapped to his back. A brown cloak (whether colored by dye or mud even he is not sure) hangs down his back, with pulled creases on both sides where he goes to tighten it for warmth. Alchion looks over his shoulder, and then continues into town. Alchion approaches the 25th day of his birth; 25 years since he was named Alchion. By naming him such, his parents guaranteed his life and future. Alchion simply could not get away from it, and only rarely did he want to.

Alchion was born the only child to two soldiers, officers in his hometown's defense force, the Alarith Eagle Company. While often busy fighting off incursions or acting as bodyguards for visiting diplomats and merchants, his parents gave him the love and support he needed, if a bit begrudgingly on his part. The falchion was given to him on his sixteenth birthday. An eagle-head pommel leads to the worn-in red leather handle. The crossbar is wrapped with thin strands of black iron, which also twist up the blade. Ornate and sturdy, Alchion has had to rely on it many a time. At 18, Alchion joined the Alarith Eagle Company, acting as a border patrol scout.

It was on one of his patrols that Alchion met Ilira. She was a merchant's daughter and Alchion felt weak whenever he would go past Ilira's family house. After working up enough muster (because for Alchion, a girl was somehow scarier than any hex wolf or river drake), Alchion began courting Ilira. Ilira accepted, and within a year the two were married.

It was love, it was beautiful, but Alchion and Ilira were human and young. Two years after they were married, the two separated amicably. Alchion still misses her, while laying in bed, thinking and awake dreaming and building narratives in his mind, he wishes they were back together. He's not sure if that will happen, and began to travel to figure out if he would be ready for her again.

Alchion looks at a tavern door, and walks in.