Post by Hornswaggler on Nov 6, 2009 0:19:27 GMT -5
Name: Thomas Valker (Thomas, Tom)
Race/Species: Half-elf ; Elven mother, human father
Age: 200 (Looks about 30) [I went off Sami's bio for the age...I figure they should be fairly close.)
Kin: Peter Valker ; Father (Deceased) Elitha ; Mother. (Unknown) Samira ; Older half-sister
Gender: Male
Guild: Silvershadow
Status: Sword - Ranger
Appearance: Thomas acquired more of his father's traits than his mother's; he's fairly tall for a human, but by elf standards, he's shorter than most. His hair is a light blonde and quite shaggy. While with his father, he kept it neatly clipped, as that was the accepted style, but after going to spend more time among elves, he's begun to let it grow. It's not nearly as long as the rest of the elves, of course, but it's now reached to a few inches beneath his shoulders. His eyes are a dark hazel, and quite large. They can contain endless amounts of emotion or be empty and unreadable. Most of the time, his mood is concealed behind a stoic expression, and it's rare to ever see him openly upset.
Belongings: Thomas doesn't carry much at one time. Training as a ranger, he finds that having bulky cloaks and packs are cumbersome, and prefers to have only the necessities with him while he's out. He always carries his rapier, which over the years has become his pride and joy. After a bit of teasing from the elves, he jokingly named it Baranasta, or quick sting. Though it isn't much good against large and burly opponents, a quick slice to the throat will take out the majority of foes. Along with the sword, which always hangs by his side in it's sheath, Thomas has a small pouch filled with healing herbs that he finds in the forests. None of them are extremely effective, but they help in a quick fix.
Personality: Thomas is overall a kind man. He doesn't like to kill without reason, but he always enjoys a good fight, as long as the odds are even. Though he's pleasant enough, he doesn't have too many close friends. It's always been hard to get close to the half-elf, but once one does, his mistrust transforms to what some would describe as an overprotective nature. Once he found his sister, Thomas has grown closer to her than he was even to his father. He doesn't seem to realize the fact that she can take care of herself, and spends most of his time worrying over her.
Thomas used to be an open book, sharing his emotions with anyone who would listen. After his father's death and his transfer to the elven community, he's become more like those who surround him. He's not sullen, but rarely opens up. It's an impressive feat to get him into a real conversation. He's most open with his sister and will tell her everything, to an extent, whether she wants to hear it or not.
History: Thomas grew up in a small village right on the edge of the Silvershadow guild. His father raised him, along with the help of a few of the women who lived nearby. Not much was known about his mother, other than the fact that she had stayed long enough after Thomas's birth to name him and recover for her journey. The men who saw her while she was in town describe her with slightly wistful looks in their eyes.
"'er 'air nearly touched the ground, it did," one will assure, with nods of confirmation from the others surrounding. "The cleanest blonde, it was, and 'er eyes nearly the same. Taller then anyfing, thin as a sapling. Elitha, she said 'er name was, eh?" Thomas, of course, remembers nothing of his mother, and his father never mentions her if he can help it.
Thomas was around seven when he began noticing how he differed from the other boys. He was always the strongest of his friends, even though he was quite tall and thin. Though his archery skills were superb, he always fancied the sword. Once he reached 15, he could outclass any of the warriors in the village in mock fights. Many pondered over his ears for some years. They weren't at a point, exactly, but they lengthened at the top and were quite thin. After getting sick of people staring, however, Thomas took on the habit of wearing a cap every time he went out. He's all but forgotten the reasons, but often still slips one on before a hunt.
After his father's death, along with the deaths of most of the adults he had known as a child, Thomas moved out of the village and began roaming the forest. He picked up some skills from passing rangers and became adept at living off the land. After a few years on his own, he was 'found' by local hunters. Truthfully, they had been aware of his presence the whole while he was there, though he was unaware of theirs. They brought him to the main city of the guild in which he was given the choice; register with the guild and live by their laws or, simply put, leave. Having grown fond of the forest, Thomas registered and was enlisted as a sword for the infantry, if one was ever needed. He met Samira a few months afterwards, and it took a few months more to learn of her parentage. Since then, he's moved his 'house' closer to the center of the territory, made a few decent friends, and effectively settled into the guild's way of life.
Other: Thomas is left handed, usually noticed right away, as his rapier hangs on his right side.
Race/Species: Half-elf ; Elven mother, human father
Age: 200 (Looks about 30) [I went off Sami's bio for the age...I figure they should be fairly close.)
Kin: Peter Valker ; Father (Deceased) Elitha ; Mother. (Unknown) Samira ; Older half-sister
Gender: Male
Guild: Silvershadow
Status: Sword - Ranger
Appearance: Thomas acquired more of his father's traits than his mother's; he's fairly tall for a human, but by elf standards, he's shorter than most. His hair is a light blonde and quite shaggy. While with his father, he kept it neatly clipped, as that was the accepted style, but after going to spend more time among elves, he's begun to let it grow. It's not nearly as long as the rest of the elves, of course, but it's now reached to a few inches beneath his shoulders. His eyes are a dark hazel, and quite large. They can contain endless amounts of emotion or be empty and unreadable. Most of the time, his mood is concealed behind a stoic expression, and it's rare to ever see him openly upset.
Belongings: Thomas doesn't carry much at one time. Training as a ranger, he finds that having bulky cloaks and packs are cumbersome, and prefers to have only the necessities with him while he's out. He always carries his rapier, which over the years has become his pride and joy. After a bit of teasing from the elves, he jokingly named it Baranasta, or quick sting. Though it isn't much good against large and burly opponents, a quick slice to the throat will take out the majority of foes. Along with the sword, which always hangs by his side in it's sheath, Thomas has a small pouch filled with healing herbs that he finds in the forests. None of them are extremely effective, but they help in a quick fix.
Personality: Thomas is overall a kind man. He doesn't like to kill without reason, but he always enjoys a good fight, as long as the odds are even. Though he's pleasant enough, he doesn't have too many close friends. It's always been hard to get close to the half-elf, but once one does, his mistrust transforms to what some would describe as an overprotective nature. Once he found his sister, Thomas has grown closer to her than he was even to his father. He doesn't seem to realize the fact that she can take care of herself, and spends most of his time worrying over her.
Thomas used to be an open book, sharing his emotions with anyone who would listen. After his father's death and his transfer to the elven community, he's become more like those who surround him. He's not sullen, but rarely opens up. It's an impressive feat to get him into a real conversation. He's most open with his sister and will tell her everything, to an extent, whether she wants to hear it or not.
History: Thomas grew up in a small village right on the edge of the Silvershadow guild. His father raised him, along with the help of a few of the women who lived nearby. Not much was known about his mother, other than the fact that she had stayed long enough after Thomas's birth to name him and recover for her journey. The men who saw her while she was in town describe her with slightly wistful looks in their eyes.
"'er 'air nearly touched the ground, it did," one will assure, with nods of confirmation from the others surrounding. "The cleanest blonde, it was, and 'er eyes nearly the same. Taller then anyfing, thin as a sapling. Elitha, she said 'er name was, eh?" Thomas, of course, remembers nothing of his mother, and his father never mentions her if he can help it.
Thomas was around seven when he began noticing how he differed from the other boys. He was always the strongest of his friends, even though he was quite tall and thin. Though his archery skills were superb, he always fancied the sword. Once he reached 15, he could outclass any of the warriors in the village in mock fights. Many pondered over his ears for some years. They weren't at a point, exactly, but they lengthened at the top and were quite thin. After getting sick of people staring, however, Thomas took on the habit of wearing a cap every time he went out. He's all but forgotten the reasons, but often still slips one on before a hunt.
After his father's death, along with the deaths of most of the adults he had known as a child, Thomas moved out of the village and began roaming the forest. He picked up some skills from passing rangers and became adept at living off the land. After a few years on his own, he was 'found' by local hunters. Truthfully, they had been aware of his presence the whole while he was there, though he was unaware of theirs. They brought him to the main city of the guild in which he was given the choice; register with the guild and live by their laws or, simply put, leave. Having grown fond of the forest, Thomas registered and was enlisted as a sword for the infantry, if one was ever needed. He met Samira a few months afterwards, and it took a few months more to learn of her parentage. Since then, he's moved his 'house' closer to the center of the territory, made a few decent friends, and effectively settled into the guild's way of life.
Other: Thomas is left handed, usually noticed right away, as his rapier hangs on his right side.
