Gyldan

Gyldan · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:00 am Post subject: Gyldan

(Hello people! New here, as you can see, but not new to RP. Saw this in a search and thought it'd be fun, looking forward to RPing with you all! )

(Medieval)

Name: Gyldan Akira
Species: Siberian Husky
Gender: Male
Height: 4'9"
Affiliation: Loner
Fur: Black and White
Eye color: Bright Blue
Age: looks to be in mid 20's

Description: Gyldan seems to be an average looking being, though somewhat fearsome in some way. He is often found with a dull or sorrowful look upon his face, his blue eyes stare blankly into space as memories of the past invade his mind, thoughts and memories that make him cringe, and flash his pure white fangs, they're as sharp as a good knife, and well kept too!

Clothing: He is usually found wearing a silver cloth hooded Hauberk, on the torso is a blood red shield, in the shield is eight white claws.

Story Info: Gyldan hails from arctic lands, from a Nomadic clan of his own kind, as well as a brotherhood clan consisting of Snow Leopards. Together they walked the blinding white landscape and fought for survival, in war or against the bitter cold. In these lands, they were the dominant beings, they were the masters of survival, and no fools at war as they were feared among those who challenged them, and fell... But the dominating will eventually meet it's match... and upon the icy battlefield where the twin clans' unity would be forever broken, and friendships forever lost. Every clan that was dominated and defeated, banded together to end this "unbeatable" terror. Outnumbered were the twin clans, and bravely they would fight the desperate fight... Hours passed, and the battle raged until the lines were broken... The canines and felines fled in any direction they could to escape with thier life, never to be seen in such strong unity once again. Gyldan remembered every bit of it, everyone he had lost...Especially his mate. He questioned her fate for as long as he could remember his tears clouding his mind, not knowing if she fled the battlefield, or fell in the fight. The memory he cannot forget often slipped into his mind, and tears fell from his blue eyes, anger and sorrow.. He wanted to get away, and took what little he had left, and was welcomed aboard a trade ship. He sailed to wherever it's hault was, and from there on, he did what he has done all his life, walk the unknown lands, and never look back. He didn't know where he was, or where he was going, but his will was strong, and he kept going his way.

Weapons: Gyldan carries a white-steel greatsword in a black and white decorated sheath slung across his back. He also carries four small throwing knives in a leather sheath strapped to his shoulder.

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:49 am Post subject:

It's relieving to see that we're still getting new users after the downtime. That's a good sign.

Anyway, hello, I'm Todd or, as some people call me, the Fox. Welcome to Feila, and I hope that you enjoy your stay. As you can see, we're currently rebuilding around here, but, trust me, there was a ton of posts and information before and there will be again. It's just a matter of time, and if you stick around, you'll see what this forum is really supposed to look like.

If you ever need help, feel free to send me a private message or use the Medieval Information Kiosk. Anyone can answer your questions at any time at the Kiosk.

Have fun!
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Rackenhammer · Peasant Joined: 23 Jul 2009 Posts: 45 Location: NoVa

Ah, yes, a newcomer!

Greetings! I am Rackenhammer, scholar, revolutionary, and scion of the Spanish Throne!
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No, don't worry, there are about 188 (quite possibly very much more) distant cousins between me and succession, and they don't even know I exist. Still, it's nice to know these things.
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All hail the Scion of the Spanish Throne!

Peasant: Que? Quis usted?

Er... no hablo espanol, senor.

Dusk · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:08 pm Post subject:

I'm new here as well. But not new to RPing.
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I only drink the blood of my enemies...and occasionally a strawberry Yoohoo

Dusk

Gyldan · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:33 pm Post subject:

Dusk · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:41 pm Post subject:

Thanks for joining my RP "Running from my mind" XD
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Dusk

Gyldan · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 4:34 pm Post subject:

Someone had to. =D

Bigfox3 · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 4:53 pm Post subject:

YAY! A fellow member of Rike Arktik! I was tearing up at your story, y'know. Toyomi'd probably do the same thing. Welcome to Feila! I'd offer you a donut, but I left them back on the other site, dagnabit. XD
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...and then everything exploded and we all lived happily ever after. EDN!!!1110ne DX

Gyldan · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:10 pm Post subject:

Glad to be here, you guys look lik a fun bunch of RPers, already I've been enjoying the RP with you guys. xD

RabidFox · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:30 pm Post subject:

And there's a load more of us on the way. Someone put up the flood gate before it's too late!

Gyldan · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:50 pm Post subject:

xD Sweet, can't wait to see everything up and running like normal.

Gyldan · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 7:19 am Post subject: NEW CHARACTER

(Medieval)

Name: Akim (Engrin)
Species: Iberian Lynx
Gender: Male
Height: 4'7"
Affiliation: None
Occupation: Paid (usually) Assassin.
Fur: Light tan with black spots.
Eye color: Bright Green
Age: 18

Description: Akim has very unique markings upon his face, at first glance one would think it's nothing special, but as they examine closely they see what looks to be two black markings looking like long knives going along his cheeks down to his chin, there are three spears going down from his forehead to the end of his nose, and the tips of a sword blade going out of the left side of his left eye and out of the right side of his right eye, these are all natural fur patterns, according to him. He has a mane that is light tan with a few black stripes running down it. When he speaks, rather large fangs with rows of sharp teeth can be seen, it's almost as if he is purposely flashing them while speaking. He is almost constantly seen with a facial expression that resembles anger, frustration or annoyance, and a blank or joyful face is very seldom seen.

Clothing: Akim wears a gray cloth Hauberk with a slightly darker gray hooded over tunic.. (Think Altair, from AC 1, only gray. xD) There is a small belt going around his waist that connects to a strap going over his shoulder. He will usually be wearing this, but often times he dresses up as a normal everyday civilian, shop owner, gardener, bartender, you name it, he'll get to you.

Story information: Akim was born into a family that was considered some of the highest nobility of those parts of the land. He grew up in a beautiful settlement that very few had ever seen. It was said that the walls of the palaces, buildings for nobility, and some of the streets were entirely made of dark green Jasper, the stone was perfectly polished and smooth. The entire settlement reflected this beauty, no bit of it looked poor or crudely constructed. This settlement was made for travelers, and a small number have made it their residence. The settlement was never recorded on the map and only direct descendants from it would know the way, and few of them exist in these times. Akim, while growing up, was always interested in acrobatics, martial arts and stealth arts. From the time he could walk, he was learning and preparing to become great at what he wanted to do. At his current age, he could jump and land from things some didn't even think was possible. Akim grew up with two other brothers, both being older than him, Akree and Rayen. He loved his brothers dearly, they were his best and greatest friends and they had a perfect brother relationship. Conflicts were not often seen, and when they were, they were resolved swiftly. Maturity and manners, self control honor and discipline were developed early in each of them. His whole family was the leadership of the entire settlement, so Akim lived a rather easy childhood, having anything he needed or wanted without having to do about it much. However, this did not at all turn him into a weak, selfish snob most would think of him as. His discipline and honor were held high, never to be forgotten...But everyone falls short eventually. Akim was now 17 when an event that changed his life began, a tail of sorrow he would always remember it by... Rat folk moved into the settlement, two of them, and from the beginning Akim suspected that something was wrong, something was just not right about these travelers who have made their settlement their temporary home. Akim's father gave the newcomers a tour of the grand palace, the greatest of three that were ever created within the settlement. The display objects and paintings, jewelry and weapons were seen by the two, and clearly it could be seen that they lusted for these fine objects. Akim kept his eye on them, he watched them often take the tour of the palaces as they wrote notes down on crude paper. The rat folk also watched Akim in return, they knew where he would be every day, in the training temples every day for hours, they knew when he would enter and when he would leave, and they knew that he was onto them. Days passed and Akim continued to watch them, but it was on a specific day that Akim followed them home. He peered through the house window and watched the two look over a cleverly drawn map of the least guarded palace. Akim did not notice it then, but the rat folk knew he was there, and there was much more they had planned for him, much more they planned to do than just steal display objects and jewelry from the palace, which seemed to be the most common action they were going to commit. Akim knew of their plan, or thought he did... but did not tell the guards, he did not tell his father, which was his own foolish mistake. He wanted to catch them himself. One day as Akim was returning from a long day of training, he was wearing his quiver which held four throwing spikes, but noticed he was missing one... He thought he might have left it at the temple, so it was no big deal to him then... As he neared the grand palace, he noticed the rat folk standing near the doorway and they looked like they've been waiting a while, and waiting for him... Akim noticed they had a black throwing spike in their hand, it was his missing spike! He instantly began to run after them as they darted inside. Akim chased them through a few hallways of the palace, much to his surprise.. they were unguarded. Akim continued the chase until they arrived in a large room filled with display, he looked past the rats and could see his eldest brother Akree walk through the door into the hallway on the other side of the room. Akim knew the hallway was long, and there was no other escape from then on, and he knew his brother would aid him. He charged toward the two, and instantly they ran for the hallway, right where he wanted them to go. They had a lead in the distance, but they couldn't have gone far down the long hallway that fast. By the time Akim reached the doorway to the hall... He had heard a short, muffled yell. Swiftly, Akim shot around the corner, then instantly froze in place at the sight he saw... His eyes widened... and he could no longer move.. His brother lied face down in a slowly growing pool of his own blood. The spike was jammed right through his upper back. Clearly a perfect shot to kill him that fast. Akim ignored the rats, they became nothing but a blur, as well as everything else in the hall besides that one sight... Before Akim could think, both of the rats grabbed his arms and pinned him against the wall! "Guards! Guards! Help!" One of the rats yelled as he struggled to keep Akim against the wall. Soon after, guards poured in from both entrances. "Seize this man! He has murdered his own brother! Seize him!" The guards rushed to aid and held Akim against the wall with greater force. Akim gave up.. he was panting hard and showed no sign of resistance, but the guards continued to restrain him. They called in Akim's father.. and moments later, the guards made way for him to pass.. and he stood in the same shock Akim did as he saw the unbearable sight of Akree's corpse lying face down on the floor, with Akim's weapon in his back. Akim's father soon grew angry as tears fell like rain into the blood stained rug. "Father!... I-" Akim was cut off from his speech..."We found him standing near his brothers body! Making sure he was dead! He would have killed us too if we did not commit a form of action!" yelled the one of the rats. The acting on the rats' part seemed so convincing... His father turned to Akim and stared him in the eye. "Guards! Get him out! Get him out of here now!" yelled Akim's father in a powerful voice. The guards proceeded to do so, and they drug Akim to the front door. Akim's father stood before him with anger and rage! "Akim! What have you done?! You have violated laws we've worked so hard to obtain! ...You have gone against your own blood! ...You know there is nothing I can or will do to stop this punishment, we must uphold our law! Akim Engrin, you are hereby exiled! And no longer to uphold the family name!" His father paused a second, tears fell at a constant rate as he spoke with a broken heart. "Get out of here! Get out of my sight!" He cried as he spoke. The guards threw him out the door and Akim fell down the stairs onto the jasper tiles. He struggled to get up... and stumbled back as soon as he did so... He was confused, scared and had no idea why everything fell apart around his feet... Akim turned around and sprinted out of sight, never to be seen again by his family or friends.... ...Later that night, Akim stealthly walked back into the settlement, unnoticed and unheard. He went his way to the training temple and collected his things.. but all was not taken care of here... At the rat folk's residence, Akim observed through the window one last time.. By the time morning set in, the bodies of the two rats were hanging above the door to the grand palace, both brutally implaled. The pockets of theirs were stuffed with the stolen things, and a bloody note was tied to one's wrist, it read: "Farewell Father."

Weaponry: Akim carries two long curved knives on each side of his belt, and on the back of the strap he carries a quiver with four throwing spikes.

Training: Akim trained for years in martial arts and acrobatics, making him a formidable foe for any, and a trustable friend in combat. He specializes in blade to blade, and hand to hand combat, the teaching of assassination, and the arts of stealth, diversion and distraction. He is not at all invincible, but certainly not an easy fight.

(( ALRIGHT! I DID IT! This was a rough draft of a character I made long ago, made a lot of changes to the story, actually, I probably added about 80% of the general idea and details to it...:NOTE: I probably will need to add some more, and I will probably have some editing to this but as of right now... I'm tired. *passes out*))