Post by Alomir Orsoan on Jul 10, 2010 4:23:13 GMT 2
ALOMIR THAERIN ORSOAN
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"There's no honorable way to kill, no gentle way to destroy. There is nothing good in war. Except it's ending."
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AGE: 23
GENDER:Male
BIRTHDAY: August 5th
CLASS: High Ranking Noble, a personal favorite of the Queen of Samarid
TITLE/RANK:
-His Most Serene and Honorable Lordship; Lord Alomir Thaerin Orsoan of Samarid, Son of Lord Rhylir Orsoan and Lady Emmeline Sedwiellen, Royal Ambassador of Queen Silisia.
OCCUPATION: Ambassador for the Queen
ALIGNMENT: Good
ALLIGANCE: To Silisia Anja Saffy, Queen and Sovereign of Samarid and secondly to the Orsoan family.
RACE: Man
CANON:No[/SIZE]
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but oh, you seem so serious
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HAIR: Dark brown, kept short
WEIGHT:167 pounds, made almost entirely of muscle
HEIGHT:Five feet and eleven inches
PLAY-BY:Henry Cavill
GENERAL:Alomir has a very athletic nature, and as a result he has a muscular frame. He keeps his appearance neat and orderly, keeping his hair and facial hair trimmed. As a prominent Lord of the realm, Alomir dresses richly often in greens, blues, and reds. In battle, Alomir wears a suit of armor that was forged to give him full protection as well as allow him more movement.[/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you
[/color]I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
[li]Being at Court
[/li][li]Women
[/li][li]Horseback riding or hunting
[/li][li]Being well connected
[/li][li]Feasts
[/li][li]Dancing
DISLIKES:
[/li][li]Magic users, some of them can’t be trusted
[/li][li]The Dragon riders, they're untamed and they answer to no one but their leader. While he doesn't hate them, he treats them with caution and a good deal of suspicion
[/li][li]The King of Sanglat
[/li][li]Thieves
[/li][li]Most other political figures who try and take advantage of the Queen.
STRENGTHS:
[/li][li]Intelligent
[/li][li]Ambitious
[/li][li]Loyal
[/li][li]Outgoing
[/li][li]Very capable fighter
WEAKNESSES:
[/li][li]Proud almost to the point of arrogance
[/li][li]Vengeful
[/li][li]Has very little understanding of magic, and is prone to the superstitions about it.
[/li][li]Zealous
[/li][li]He has a lot of political rivals who would like to see him brought down
QUIRKS/HABITS:
[/li][li]Alomir tends to pace when thinking or stressed, though it makes others uneasy it has a very calming affect on Alomir.
FEARS:
[/li][li]Failure to cement the alliance between Samarid and the Elves
[/li][li]The loss of honor or disgrace
[/li][li]Not securing the future of his family before his death
GOALS:
[/li][li]Secure the alliance between the Elves and Samarid
[/li][li]Honor his father’s memory by serving Samarid
PERSONALITY
Alomir was born into a lifestyle where lies and double-dealings are an everyday occurrence. His lifestyle is the sort of environment where people move against friend, foe, and family alike for their own selfish advancement. And in order to survive in such a world, Alomir has become courtier in every sense of the word. He speaks carefully, yet fluently at all times. When interacting with others he has learned to keep his true emotions guarded at all times. However, unlike other courtiers and those close to the Queen, Alomir is truly loyal, and puts the interests of his country before that of his own.
Alomir does not have a large number of friends, he prefers to keep a large network of acquaintances that he can use for connections if needed. He has very few friends in fact, and those within that circle are people he would trust with his very life. He is unquestionably loyal to those people, and will do anything in his power to help them.
As a young man in the prime of his youth, Alomir takes advantage of every luxury that is available to him. He enjoys care-free social events such as dances and feasts. As well as hunting on horseback, racing, or other outdoor sport that tests his athletic ability. Alomir also reads often times legends and fiction of far away places.
However, it would be unfair to say that Alomir has not been affected by the troubles of so much responsibility at the prime of his life. He is a very proud young man, who takes his honor very seriously, so seriously that this pride is borderline arrogance. Alomir also tends to be highly judgmental and quick to judge, though he hides his true feelings about a person behind polite smiles and comments.
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you start to hypnotize me
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FATHER: Lord Rhylir Orsoan, deceased, died in a skirmish with the King of Senglat’s forces.
SIBLINGS:
-Ralen Orsoan, deceased, died in the same skirmish as his father. Ralen was the first born son, but after his death the title passed to his younger brother.
-Lynessa Orsoan, aged 19, member of the Queen’s court
OTHER:His great great great grandfather was risen to lordship by the king of that time period. He gave him the ownership of lands taken by a traitorous lord and his family.
FAMILIAR/PET:
-Terrance, Henry, Alyssa, Charlie, Phyllis and James: A pack of greyhounds primarily used for hunting.
-Alauneyl: A tabby cat. She can usually be found in the company of Alomir's mother Lady Emmeline
MOUNT:
[li]Imogen- A gray colored mare, with white speckles on her hind legs. She is a hunter, and is usually ridden for either lesiure or sprinting.
[/li][li]Altzar- A huge charger that is almost entirely black save for the white on his maw and above his hooves. Altzar is Alomir's war horse, Altzar is an uncommonly brave horse that has little fear on the battlefield and is fiercely loyal.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Family Estate in Samarid
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Stalaga
WEAPONRY:Alomir, being a man of no little means, has a personal collection of weapons that were masterfully crafted. His primary weapon is a long sword that is enchanted (the only magic Alomir has ever trusted) to be too heavy to use by any but an Orsoan. He calls this weapon "Oeldris". In battle he always bears a kite shaped shield. He is also skilled in a two-weapon style of using his long sword and a dagger to take on opponents.
HISTORY:Alomir was born to the Lord and Lady Orsoan on a clear summer morning. As Lord Orsoan held his newborn for the first time he saw the sun rising over the horizon signaling dawn. Therefore Lady Emmeline suggested that they name him Alomir, which in an old language meant, “gift at dawn”. And as his namesake suggested, he was truly a gift and welcome addition to the noble family.
Despite being a great pleasure to his father, Alomir was the second-born son and his brother, four years his senior was the apple of their father’s eye. Still, Alomir was not completely forgotten. His mother constantly reminded her husband that while Alomir was not expected to one day inherit the family’s vast fortune he still needed to be educated and brought up as son of the house of Orsoan.
So, his father sent for the finest tutors that could be found to teach his youngest child. It was soon apparent that Alomir was intelligent, though he did not possess the same level of academic genius as his brother. Alomir struggled to please his parents, laboring for hours over his studies only to achieve slightly above average marks. Despite growing up in his brother’s shadow, Alomir continued to apply himself diligently to his studies learning how to read and write, and about math and the sciences, and geography.
When Alomir turned eleven his father finally consented that he too should learn the art of warfare. For the first time in his life, Alomir found that he surpassed his brother in something without much difficulty. It was strange for him to be considered the best at something, especially over his older brother. Alomir felt proud to be able to learn advanced sword techniques faster than his brother, or proved that he could ride better and with more grace than his older brother. His earliest triumph came at age thirteen, when he was able to successfully disarm and best his brother in a practice duel. It was the first time that Alomir felt as though his father recognized him for his own set of talents.
And so the routine continued with Alomir studying and practicing day and night for a few years until finally the Orsoan family was summoned to pay a visit to the royal family. It was there that Alomir received a new type of education. There he learned the complex rules of life at court.
All was peaceful for a few years, in that time Alomir had grown into a strong young, and handsome man. He was good friends with the younger lords at court, and had a fair share of female admirers hoping to trap either him or his brother in a marriage. His sister, had grown to be a respectable young lady, fond of dancing and the festivities.
Then just as the Princess was about to become Queen tragedy struck. In the aftermath the Orsoan family was one of the few loyal families to stay for the coronation of the new Queen.
When war broke out some years later, Alomir’s father and brother rode out with their own company of troops leaving Alomir behind to guard their lands and look after their mother. No one expected that Lord Rhylir and his oldest son would be killed in the battle.
This left, Alomir the new Lord Orsoan, and he took the title after the urging of his sister. It was his sister who inspired him to strive for the advancement of the family. Alomir, one one of the privileged few to hold the trust of Queen Silisia, and it was she who appointed him as her Royal Ambassador to the elves. With a new mission, Alomir has journeyed to the homeland of the Elves with a several letters from Queen Silisia to boost his credibility among the secretive Elves.[/SIZE]
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who am i talking to
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AGE: 17
EXPERIENCE: About six years or so
CONTACT: alomir_orsoan@yahoo.com YIM is fine
MEMBER TITLE: Ambassador of Queen Silisia
ANSWER: Fluffy Hobbit
EXAMPLE:The following is taken from Hogwarts: Continuing Through the Ages, an AU Post-Potter Hogwarts RP that I frequent.
Spring had finally made its way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The cold weather had receded and in its place came afternoons that were pleasantly warm and occasional breezes. The lawns that had been covered by a blanket of white snow for the past couple of months were for the first time in what seemed like years completely green. The Black Lake, which had been frozen solid during the long winter, had nearly thawed completely. Students excitedly reported that the friendly Giant Squid's tentacles could be seen rising and sinking above the surface of the murky body of water. Likewise, the inhabitants of the castle found themselves outside more often after classes.
The bright and sunny afternoon was perfect for a bit of Quidditch practice. Aaron knew that this weather was ideal for Quidditch practice, and the time couldn't be better. The professors, had not yet begun to slam the student body with review assignments in preparation for their final exams. Aaron, always being one to take advantage of favorable situations, had booked the Quidditch pitch for an unofficial Quidditch practice. He had scribbled a note on the common room noticeboard four days earlier in the hopes that some of his house mates, more particularly those who had gotten positions on the house team, to show up.
Besides, a little extra practice couldn't hurt. If Slytherin won enough matches they might have some hope of reclaiming the house cup championship from the Hufflepuffs, who had gained a noticeable lead over the Slytherins. That had bumped Slytherin down into second place in the house standings, and it happened so suddenly a wave of shock and fear for losing their winning streak swept through Slytherin house. That being said, Slytherin didn't have any leeway to loose games that they could easily win against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
Aaron crossed the lawns heading toward the pitch, his custom broomstick dubbed The Phantom cradled securly against his right arm. Instead of wearing the entire Quidditch uniform, Aaron had decided on the Slytherin Quidditch Sweater which was all green save for a single line of silver, the white Quidditch pants, boots, and his guards. He figured that he needn't break anything unnecessarily, the Hospital Wing gave him the creeps. So naturally, the more time spent outside of the cramped infirmary the better.
As Aaron entered the pitch he mounted his broom. It was a top of the line racing broom, made from the highest quality Mahogany wood with a finish that not only makes it durable but gave it a sleek and bold look. The end of the broom was comprised of twigs that had been perfectly streamlined for maximum speed. The brooms tail was held together by light metal cuffs that were guaranteed never to rust or slow the total speed of the broom down. The broom was also bewitched with an unbreakable Breaking Charm, that affords the broom greater stopping power. The broom was capable of speeds of up to one hundred seventy-five miles per hour in less than twelve seconds. Even his father, who usually enjoyed displaying his affluence gawked at the price tag.
Aaron kicked off the ground and without effort the broom lifted him into the air. Leaning forward Aaron increased his speed zooming through the air so fast that anyone looking from below would have seen a green colored blur zip by. Aaron feeling more confident flew upside down before doing a loop. The broom's handling was excellent and Aaron only had to lean slightly to change the broom's direction of motion. The feeling was exhilarating, and before long the Slytherin Keeper's blood was pumping with adrenaline.
He slowed up just long enough to check his watch, "I really hope someone shows up. If we lose the house cup, they had better not glance my way. They're all a bunch of idiots for not taking advantage of this opportunity. I tell you if I were captain attendance today would be mandatory." The young wizard commented. "Next year when I am captain we'll be unstoppable." A smile crossed Aaron's face at the thought. Hopefully today he would see who was really worth keeping on the team next term. Simply put, Aaron Wickham only wanted the best.
The bright and sunny afternoon was perfect for a bit of Quidditch practice. Aaron knew that this weather was ideal for Quidditch practice, and the time couldn't be better. The professors, had not yet begun to slam the student body with review assignments in preparation for their final exams. Aaron, always being one to take advantage of favorable situations, had booked the Quidditch pitch for an unofficial Quidditch practice. He had scribbled a note on the common room noticeboard four days earlier in the hopes that some of his house mates, more particularly those who had gotten positions on the house team, to show up.
Besides, a little extra practice couldn't hurt. If Slytherin won enough matches they might have some hope of reclaiming the house cup championship from the Hufflepuffs, who had gained a noticeable lead over the Slytherins. That had bumped Slytherin down into second place in the house standings, and it happened so suddenly a wave of shock and fear for losing their winning streak swept through Slytherin house. That being said, Slytherin didn't have any leeway to loose games that they could easily win against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
Aaron crossed the lawns heading toward the pitch, his custom broomstick dubbed The Phantom cradled securly against his right arm. Instead of wearing the entire Quidditch uniform, Aaron had decided on the Slytherin Quidditch Sweater which was all green save for a single line of silver, the white Quidditch pants, boots, and his guards. He figured that he needn't break anything unnecessarily, the Hospital Wing gave him the creeps. So naturally, the more time spent outside of the cramped infirmary the better.
As Aaron entered the pitch he mounted his broom. It was a top of the line racing broom, made from the highest quality Mahogany wood with a finish that not only makes it durable but gave it a sleek and bold look. The end of the broom was comprised of twigs that had been perfectly streamlined for maximum speed. The brooms tail was held together by light metal cuffs that were guaranteed never to rust or slow the total speed of the broom down. The broom was also bewitched with an unbreakable Breaking Charm, that affords the broom greater stopping power. The broom was capable of speeds of up to one hundred seventy-five miles per hour in less than twelve seconds. Even his father, who usually enjoyed displaying his affluence gawked at the price tag.
Aaron kicked off the ground and without effort the broom lifted him into the air. Leaning forward Aaron increased his speed zooming through the air so fast that anyone looking from below would have seen a green colored blur zip by. Aaron feeling more confident flew upside down before doing a loop. The broom's handling was excellent and Aaron only had to lean slightly to change the broom's direction of motion. The feeling was exhilarating, and before long the Slytherin Keeper's blood was pumping with adrenaline.
He slowed up just long enough to check his watch, "I really hope someone shows up. If we lose the house cup, they had better not glance my way. They're all a bunch of idiots for not taking advantage of this opportunity. I tell you if I were captain attendance today would be mandatory." The young wizard commented. "Next year when I am captain we'll be unstoppable." A smile crossed Aaron's face at the thought. Hopefully today he would see who was really worth keeping on the team next term. Simply put, Aaron Wickham only wanted the best.
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