Post by ExlMagician on Oct 30, 2010 16:11:09 GMT -8
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Your Name (or nickname): ExlMagician
RP experience: Since 7th Grade
Age: 22
Gender:
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-First Character-
Name: Frost Hazeleaf
Race: Dolour
Gender: Male
Age: 1921
Appearance: Frost's appearance over his long years of travel tends to change from year to year and more so performance to performance. When traveling he tends to pull his chocolaty hair rather loosely and sloppily up and to one side to keep it out of his way and for the last 30 years has been wearing it shorter than usual, when down only swaying to shoulder length. His skin is well cared for, making sure when even on the road that he washes himself regularly, clear skinned and subtly scented, a dusky light brown and eyes a strangely almost translucent blue, that for which he was named.
After years of travel, Frost has a large repertoire of clothing from nearly every region of Terra taking in partial the styles of humans, browns and blacks as well as all other neutral shades. His normal traveling robe was made by a court of high elves, brightly shaded by fall leaves, oranges and yellows that bring light to his natural body colors. Frost's clothing choices also reflect the places he goes, dressing down during performances for courts so that his music is better heard and seen. For peasants or bands of gypsies he dresses loudly, his clothing reflecting the rainbow with purples, yellows, oranges, reds or gold.
Frost Hazeleaf is a generic wood elf in description, measuring up to 5'3" in height and a toned lithe body composition.
Behavior: Raised by a loving and sweet family as well as a community of generally life loving elves, Frost's personality reflects that of his Dolour companions. He has little hatred for any race and more over curiosity to learn and reteach to others through music and dance. Frost treats all races with the respect he believes they deserve and treats them all equally similar. At times he can come across as snide, but often this is simply a reflection of the people around him, fitting in and offering his experiences to others.
Upon spending years in courts, making niceties and faking his beliefs, Frost has become quite glib at times. Often he will take what he can as far as courtroom rumors and interactions. He acts with a sort of graceful ease about him and capturing attention of all those around him by making up stories of the smallest things. He has been known among the ladies as someone to admire and he has been rumored to take fancy with many of the young ladies and even on occasion the young men. Frost is enthralled by intrigue and though he is captured by what he can only describe as 'Life's Flow,' he also has a side to him that is often knowledgeable and sly.
He likes to travel in groups with people, sharing food, information, stories, and adventures. He also has a tendency to bond easily with these people and forget them just as quickly. He enjoys a quick fling or at times can enjoy a lasting relationship with someone traveling with him but will cast them aside for someone more interesting, funny, or more beautiful.
History: Frost Hazeleaf was born third child in a largely musical family of seven, immersed immediately into the lime light of his culture. A family of greatly gifted musical elves, Frost and his siblings all were rejoiced within their race as the musicians of the forest, though it wasn't until the family had moved to Bein'La, to learn the music of their cousins the High Elves that Frost discovered his unnatural talent to make people see music. Frost was shocked by this strange new ability and began experimenting on his family members and members of the court. Sending random people into magical delusions, Frost became enthralled submerging himself in culture and history of the high elves with great zeal.
It took no time at all to learn all the songs of the High Elven race, trained to pick up on such things with great ease. But once the sedentary feeling that Frost had come to a standstill in Bein'La, having nothing more to learn of their culture at the time, he whole heartedly decided to leave his family and move on to learn the music of Terra through life. Once he had left them, Frost traveled to Rythorn and through and over their hills and forest, searching for songs that he might bring from the shadows to the light of Terra. Frost hardly thought of the repercussions of this rough edged ability, he began keeping books and journals on the things that people saw when he played their music. It was a driving force, by the greatness of the world around him, Frost became lost in the music he was learning.
It wasn't until Frost came across a minstrel, traveling as he was, that Frost realized truly the power that he held in his hand. The young woman was a human, her hair a sandy brown color that sparkled in the starlight. She called herself Pen, a minstrel with no power such as Frost, except with a unbelievable hand at writing her own music. Pen and Frost stayed on the road together for long weeks and months, her passion for writing capturing Frost in a hurricane of emotion that he stayed with her through her performances and wanderings along the land of Rythorn. Pen, though was only human, and after four months revealed to Frost that she was married and she longed to return to her home in Tirin. Frost’s heart was broken, even though they had spent so little time together he had been ensnared by her love and passion for music. Leaving her was the hardest thing he had ever done, having spent so much time from his own culture that her’s had imprinted permanently on his heart. It was Pen’s leaving that inspired Frost to write his first song, but being Dolour he recovered quite quickly and began his new chapter of writing and traveling from culture to culture, delved deep into other civilizations.
Powered by this yearning, Frost spent 400 years traveling across northern Terra writing music about his experiences within courts and towns, leaving behind him a wake of those in wonder as to the music that they had been gifted to hear. Learning to play instruments of other cultures was something that he began to find joy in as well, and in the far east of Rythorn Frost was gifted his first instrument, carrying it with him with pride. But along his travels, Frost soon began to long for the longevity of his people, and with news, instruments, and music in hand; he returned home to the Dolour.
His brothers and sisters soon heard of his return and after years of hearing wisps of stories about his paintings of words, dragged him back into the world that he'd left and flooded him with the joy and prosperity that their people were so known for. Frost’s mother, so proud of her son, had spent years with her family, building a large and lovely new home for Frost. Inside the home was a quaint and meager setting, but attached to this new home was something Frost would use even past the end of his days. A library of instruments, a place where he could keep all those that he had and all those he would bring home. Silently, it was her way of reminding Frost to come home every so often. He spent years with his mother, carving instruments and telling her of his life on the outside of their kind. It was good time in Frost’s life and since then Frost still sends riders from courts to his home land with messages of him, wines, cheeses, clothes, and instruments back to his mother to categorize and collect. But, despite Frost's link to his family, they too could see that he was drawn by the currents of Terra's winds to follow tales of war and epic greatness of heroes. It was then that his brothers and sisters decided they too would follow Frost in his endeavors, and beginning a new adventure into the south.
Details of Frost and his adventures into other lands have been whispered as mere rumor, but intrigue and palace life was no stranger to him. Affairs, rumors, and fairy tales built across Terra and lend to his tales as he moved through the lands. One such tale follows Frost through his travels, the Diaries of Oranoma. An ongoing story of a young elf that he has had continual encounters with and rumors of his passing. This tale is one of fiction, the elf never having existed but historical debuts of the different races making startling appearances along side him. Frost first started the tale of Oranoma when he spent time with the Ashtel, hearing endless information of the myths and heroes of Terra. Seeing a perfect chance to make a name for himself, Frost created Oranoma. It wasn't until events throughout Terra emerged within the tales of this fiction that it became a popular request. Often people venturing a guess to if Frost had heard at all of the wandering god-born, inspiring him to write a newer piece after passing through a town that 'Oranoma had soldiered through.’
After 300 years, Frost developed a new yearning for at first... tales of the common man to write, taking him to Felwyn and after spending time in the larger cities, and 'coming across Oranoma', he spent time among the smaller villages, admiring their heartiness. Spending months studying the lives of commoners, Frost wrote a series of poems about the trials and tribulations of being a farmer, an artist, a fisherman, and others. Once he realized the meaning behind these tales and noticing the variety in lives that he was baring witness to, Frost decided his purpose. What would put him down into history, was to find an uncharted hero. With this in mind, the bard of Terra, with his headstrong nature, headed for even more dangerous lands to seek the variety of unique peoples.
Carelessly and despite the dangers of traveling, and the places that Frost was determined to go, his family followed him in his searches. Proud of their connection to him, the Hazeleaf family trekked deep into the heart of Turmuck. Frost, still in search for this hero, either epically good or evil, found amongst it all, a rather ill-begotten creature in Turmuck swamp. He became instantly enamored with its expressive behavior. A bump. Strangely, Frost was convinced that this creature was one that was sadly misunderstood and could be a sign that they were nearing a place that would bring him to his silent hero, though others claim that Lump is a disgusting creature. In fact, so inspired by the bump, he wrote the unsightly creature it’s very own tune, which he claims the beast tries to hum on occasion with its grunts and plopping noises.
Once through Turmuck and its swamp, Frost's family begged for Frost to take residence up somewhere. Displeased with his reluctance to stop traveling, they left his side to return to the Dolour once more. He gracelessly accepted their departure and he ignored them with contempt ever after. Since then on he travels in large groups of merchants or emissaries, though never losing touch with his beloved mother.
There are many events in Frost's history that are unwritten based on either nature of his visits or songs but they are numerous and epic, taking him across all Terra. Frost spends his time now in courts of other cultures to sing and paint pictures with his words to their delight and request. He has taken a break from his traveling to simply lingering in courts, continuing to learn on a larger scale, the languages of Terra, and working on a new piece of music that is lyric-less, meant as an instrumental piece to paint an image of the gods before their forms, creating the sky.
Your Name (or nickname): ExlMagician
RP experience: Since 7th Grade
Age: 22
Gender:
(Required:)
-First Character-
Name: Frost Hazeleaf
Race: Dolour
Gender: Male
Age: 1921
Appearance: Frost's appearance over his long years of travel tends to change from year to year and more so performance to performance. When traveling he tends to pull his chocolaty hair rather loosely and sloppily up and to one side to keep it out of his way and for the last 30 years has been wearing it shorter than usual, when down only swaying to shoulder length. His skin is well cared for, making sure when even on the road that he washes himself regularly, clear skinned and subtly scented, a dusky light brown and eyes a strangely almost translucent blue, that for which he was named.
After years of travel, Frost has a large repertoire of clothing from nearly every region of Terra taking in partial the styles of humans, browns and blacks as well as all other neutral shades. His normal traveling robe was made by a court of high elves, brightly shaded by fall leaves, oranges and yellows that bring light to his natural body colors. Frost's clothing choices also reflect the places he goes, dressing down during performances for courts so that his music is better heard and seen. For peasants or bands of gypsies he dresses loudly, his clothing reflecting the rainbow with purples, yellows, oranges, reds or gold.
Frost Hazeleaf is a generic wood elf in description, measuring up to 5'3" in height and a toned lithe body composition.
Behavior: Raised by a loving and sweet family as well as a community of generally life loving elves, Frost's personality reflects that of his Dolour companions. He has little hatred for any race and more over curiosity to learn and reteach to others through music and dance. Frost treats all races with the respect he believes they deserve and treats them all equally similar. At times he can come across as snide, but often this is simply a reflection of the people around him, fitting in and offering his experiences to others.
Upon spending years in courts, making niceties and faking his beliefs, Frost has become quite glib at times. Often he will take what he can as far as courtroom rumors and interactions. He acts with a sort of graceful ease about him and capturing attention of all those around him by making up stories of the smallest things. He has been known among the ladies as someone to admire and he has been rumored to take fancy with many of the young ladies and even on occasion the young men. Frost is enthralled by intrigue and though he is captured by what he can only describe as 'Life's Flow,' he also has a side to him that is often knowledgeable and sly.
He likes to travel in groups with people, sharing food, information, stories, and adventures. He also has a tendency to bond easily with these people and forget them just as quickly. He enjoys a quick fling or at times can enjoy a lasting relationship with someone traveling with him but will cast them aside for someone more interesting, funny, or more beautiful.
History: Frost Hazeleaf was born third child in a largely musical family of seven, immersed immediately into the lime light of his culture. A family of greatly gifted musical elves, Frost and his siblings all were rejoiced within their race as the musicians of the forest, though it wasn't until the family had moved to Bein'La, to learn the music of their cousins the High Elves that Frost discovered his unnatural talent to make people see music. Frost was shocked by this strange new ability and began experimenting on his family members and members of the court. Sending random people into magical delusions, Frost became enthralled submerging himself in culture and history of the high elves with great zeal.
It took no time at all to learn all the songs of the High Elven race, trained to pick up on such things with great ease. But once the sedentary feeling that Frost had come to a standstill in Bein'La, having nothing more to learn of their culture at the time, he whole heartedly decided to leave his family and move on to learn the music of Terra through life. Once he had left them, Frost traveled to Rythorn and through and over their hills and forest, searching for songs that he might bring from the shadows to the light of Terra. Frost hardly thought of the repercussions of this rough edged ability, he began keeping books and journals on the things that people saw when he played their music. It was a driving force, by the greatness of the world around him, Frost became lost in the music he was learning.
It wasn't until Frost came across a minstrel, traveling as he was, that Frost realized truly the power that he held in his hand. The young woman was a human, her hair a sandy brown color that sparkled in the starlight. She called herself Pen, a minstrel with no power such as Frost, except with a unbelievable hand at writing her own music. Pen and Frost stayed on the road together for long weeks and months, her passion for writing capturing Frost in a hurricane of emotion that he stayed with her through her performances and wanderings along the land of Rythorn. Pen, though was only human, and after four months revealed to Frost that she was married and she longed to return to her home in Tirin. Frost’s heart was broken, even though they had spent so little time together he had been ensnared by her love and passion for music. Leaving her was the hardest thing he had ever done, having spent so much time from his own culture that her’s had imprinted permanently on his heart. It was Pen’s leaving that inspired Frost to write his first song, but being Dolour he recovered quite quickly and began his new chapter of writing and traveling from culture to culture, delved deep into other civilizations.
Powered by this yearning, Frost spent 400 years traveling across northern Terra writing music about his experiences within courts and towns, leaving behind him a wake of those in wonder as to the music that they had been gifted to hear. Learning to play instruments of other cultures was something that he began to find joy in as well, and in the far east of Rythorn Frost was gifted his first instrument, carrying it with him with pride. But along his travels, Frost soon began to long for the longevity of his people, and with news, instruments, and music in hand; he returned home to the Dolour.
His brothers and sisters soon heard of his return and after years of hearing wisps of stories about his paintings of words, dragged him back into the world that he'd left and flooded him with the joy and prosperity that their people were so known for. Frost’s mother, so proud of her son, had spent years with her family, building a large and lovely new home for Frost. Inside the home was a quaint and meager setting, but attached to this new home was something Frost would use even past the end of his days. A library of instruments, a place where he could keep all those that he had and all those he would bring home. Silently, it was her way of reminding Frost to come home every so often. He spent years with his mother, carving instruments and telling her of his life on the outside of their kind. It was good time in Frost’s life and since then Frost still sends riders from courts to his home land with messages of him, wines, cheeses, clothes, and instruments back to his mother to categorize and collect. But, despite Frost's link to his family, they too could see that he was drawn by the currents of Terra's winds to follow tales of war and epic greatness of heroes. It was then that his brothers and sisters decided they too would follow Frost in his endeavors, and beginning a new adventure into the south.
Details of Frost and his adventures into other lands have been whispered as mere rumor, but intrigue and palace life was no stranger to him. Affairs, rumors, and fairy tales built across Terra and lend to his tales as he moved through the lands. One such tale follows Frost through his travels, the Diaries of Oranoma. An ongoing story of a young elf that he has had continual encounters with and rumors of his passing. This tale is one of fiction, the elf never having existed but historical debuts of the different races making startling appearances along side him. Frost first started the tale of Oranoma when he spent time with the Ashtel, hearing endless information of the myths and heroes of Terra. Seeing a perfect chance to make a name for himself, Frost created Oranoma. It wasn't until events throughout Terra emerged within the tales of this fiction that it became a popular request. Often people venturing a guess to if Frost had heard at all of the wandering god-born, inspiring him to write a newer piece after passing through a town that 'Oranoma had soldiered through.’
After 300 years, Frost developed a new yearning for at first... tales of the common man to write, taking him to Felwyn and after spending time in the larger cities, and 'coming across Oranoma', he spent time among the smaller villages, admiring their heartiness. Spending months studying the lives of commoners, Frost wrote a series of poems about the trials and tribulations of being a farmer, an artist, a fisherman, and others. Once he realized the meaning behind these tales and noticing the variety in lives that he was baring witness to, Frost decided his purpose. What would put him down into history, was to find an uncharted hero. With this in mind, the bard of Terra, with his headstrong nature, headed for even more dangerous lands to seek the variety of unique peoples.
Carelessly and despite the dangers of traveling, and the places that Frost was determined to go, his family followed him in his searches. Proud of their connection to him, the Hazeleaf family trekked deep into the heart of Turmuck. Frost, still in search for this hero, either epically good or evil, found amongst it all, a rather ill-begotten creature in Turmuck swamp. He became instantly enamored with its expressive behavior. A bump. Strangely, Frost was convinced that this creature was one that was sadly misunderstood and could be a sign that they were nearing a place that would bring him to his silent hero, though others claim that Lump is a disgusting creature. In fact, so inspired by the bump, he wrote the unsightly creature it’s very own tune, which he claims the beast tries to hum on occasion with its grunts and plopping noises.
Once through Turmuck and its swamp, Frost's family begged for Frost to take residence up somewhere. Displeased with his reluctance to stop traveling, they left his side to return to the Dolour once more. He gracelessly accepted their departure and he ignored them with contempt ever after. Since then on he travels in large groups of merchants or emissaries, though never losing touch with his beloved mother.
There are many events in Frost's history that are unwritten based on either nature of his visits or songs but they are numerous and epic, taking him across all Terra. Frost spends his time now in courts of other cultures to sing and paint pictures with his words to their delight and request. He has taken a break from his traveling to simply lingering in courts, continuing to learn on a larger scale, the languages of Terra, and working on a new piece of music that is lyric-less, meant as an instrumental piece to paint an image of the gods before their forms, creating the sky.
