Post by renkhal on Sept 8, 2009 14:25:40 GMT -5
Name:
Renkhal
Age:
318 - looks mid 20s
Appearance:
Renkhal has bright green eyes that look similar to two emeralds in the sun, glistening and blinding. His hair is short and unkept, and is a charcoal color with tinges of firey red when seen at just the right angle. He's about 6'4", and can seem very human most of the time unless he chooses to allow his demonic features to show. When that happens, his fangs are more pointed and his hands become more like claws. His emerald green eyes become more dog-like, all pointing to his wolfish bloodline. His body hunches over a little more, and his mouth does grow to take on his larger canines and molars. He is one of those that brings the legends of "werewolf" to mind, if that helps, minus the extreme body hair.
Personality:
Generally, Renkhal is a gentle and calm being. He prefers being alone but will interact as necessary for his or another's survival. Once he befriends someone, he is very loyal, going so far as to risk his life for them if the need arose. He is not too quick to anger, but when he does get angry it is usually without notice and can be for something extremely stupid or it could be fully justified.
Powers and Weapons:
Prefers broadswords and longswords. He carries a long broadsword that had been specially made for him strapped on his back. The metal is iron with a layer of silver over top. He is extremely strong, and can also call upon the powers of thunder and lightning.
Brief History:
At a very young age, about 100, Renkhal witness the slaughter of his entire pack during a territorial battle between two other packs. He was taken in by an old hermit that lived nearby and taught how to use a sword and how to control the elements, thunder being the only one he had any affinity for. After living and training with the hermit for fifty years, Renkhal left and started a journey to continue honing his skills and learning about the world he lived in that the hermit had cut himself off from. He fell in love with a mortal woman five years after leaving, and during an attack on her home village two years later and just before he was able to claim her as his mate, his bloodline was shown and he was shunned not only by the people but also by the woman he had fallen in love with. He continued forward, vowing to never use his demon blood to defend humans who could not accept him ever again. However, after another twenty years of traveling, he discovered another human pack and chose to settle there for a while. Remembering his vow, he kept his demon blood a secret and fought and worked as a human. He learned more about humans this way, and again fell in love after staying there three years. However, he feared falling for another human, and refused to court her, saying he would have to move on soon. He stayed long enough to bless her wedding two years later, by her request, and then left again.
Renkhal had visited many other human villlages, and even stayed with other packs of his own kind, but never had he stayed in the same place for too long, always leaving in the end before he could find himself mated and settled.
Renkhal
Age:
318 - looks mid 20s
Appearance:
Renkhal has bright green eyes that look similar to two emeralds in the sun, glistening and blinding. His hair is short and unkept, and is a charcoal color with tinges of firey red when seen at just the right angle. He's about 6'4", and can seem very human most of the time unless he chooses to allow his demonic features to show. When that happens, his fangs are more pointed and his hands become more like claws. His emerald green eyes become more dog-like, all pointing to his wolfish bloodline. His body hunches over a little more, and his mouth does grow to take on his larger canines and molars. He is one of those that brings the legends of "werewolf" to mind, if that helps, minus the extreme body hair.
Personality:
Generally, Renkhal is a gentle and calm being. He prefers being alone but will interact as necessary for his or another's survival. Once he befriends someone, he is very loyal, going so far as to risk his life for them if the need arose. He is not too quick to anger, but when he does get angry it is usually without notice and can be for something extremely stupid or it could be fully justified.
Powers and Weapons:
Prefers broadswords and longswords. He carries a long broadsword that had been specially made for him strapped on his back. The metal is iron with a layer of silver over top. He is extremely strong, and can also call upon the powers of thunder and lightning.
Brief History:
At a very young age, about 100, Renkhal witness the slaughter of his entire pack during a territorial battle between two other packs. He was taken in by an old hermit that lived nearby and taught how to use a sword and how to control the elements, thunder being the only one he had any affinity for. After living and training with the hermit for fifty years, Renkhal left and started a journey to continue honing his skills and learning about the world he lived in that the hermit had cut himself off from. He fell in love with a mortal woman five years after leaving, and during an attack on her home village two years later and just before he was able to claim her as his mate, his bloodline was shown and he was shunned not only by the people but also by the woman he had fallen in love with. He continued forward, vowing to never use his demon blood to defend humans who could not accept him ever again. However, after another twenty years of traveling, he discovered another human pack and chose to settle there for a while. Remembering his vow, he kept his demon blood a secret and fought and worked as a human. He learned more about humans this way, and again fell in love after staying there three years. However, he feared falling for another human, and refused to court her, saying he would have to move on soon. He stayed long enough to bless her wedding two years later, by her request, and then left again.
Renkhal had visited many other human villlages, and even stayed with other packs of his own kind, but never had he stayed in the same place for too long, always leaving in the end before he could find himself mated and settled.