Ronan Ashman
Nov 30, 2015 5:00:34 GMT
Post by MarcDonati on Nov 30, 2015 5:00:34 GMT
Name: Ronan Ashman
Title(s): The Defender, The Everwatch Knight
Race: Human
Age: 25
Hair Length: Short and well kept
Gender : Male
Noticeable Features:
Hair Colour: Navy Blue
Skin Colour: Pale
Eye Colour: Blue
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120kg
Body type: Athletic / Mesomorphic
Ronan was not of noble birth , far from it, his father a miner and a jeweler spending, days, weeks, even years away from the family, just to get enough money to scrape by and live on, his mother, she stayed in the house, often day-dreaming, while keeping their cottage clean and tidy, hiding away in the country side. far away from everyone.
They had a decent size of house, kept away in the country, far from all prying eyes, they lived the quiet life, his mother always wanted a more adventurous life, back to one she used to have , but it was this life she couldn't return to, she used to live a life with a lot of gold came in for income, doing jobs here and there, quite like a mercenary, but with a little more honor, she traveled the lands getting rid of problems, helping villages, she was quite fit , and was very , very young, perhaps a little naive as well, it was in her travels where she met her future husband, a man, she was set to travel with, they were sent out on a mission to clear out a bandits fort, and ever since then they had been together, his mother a knight in arms, with many years of training , short for her age, but very skilled in combat, she had hair, as red as blood, yet only gave her more of a unique appearance, she carried a sword around with her, at all times, a very simple, yet ornate sword, given to her on success of her first mission, by her order, a sword that was to stay sharp, no matter what happened to it, and a sword never to break, no matter the force put on it, it was simple in all other aspects, adorned with a eternal, metallic red rose at the pommel.
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His father a burly man, never used weapons, never needed them, he wore pelts when he was young, charging into danger without a second thought, very powerful in his own right, being able to kill the most strong of creatures with nout but his bare hands, a sort of a recluse, never really cared for people, never even cared for the money, he took it all the same, but had little to no use for it, skilled in hunting his prey, and killing it to eat, the use he had for money was non-existent, he only really took on missions for the challenge of it, he cared for no one till he met her, the companion, he was sent out to a mission with, all those years ago, and stuck with her ever since, it didn't take long for either of them to fall in love with each other, not long after that they did a few more missions together, keeping all of the gold and left , for another place, leaving their adventuring behind to go and live themselves.
They moved out to the country and started their lives a new, the father stuck to the only thing he really knew how to do , and hit things, and took up to mining, the mines he found were rich in cobalt, incredibly so, he collected it all, as much as he could, even though it started to effect him, in many different ways, dying his hair, into a permanent blue colour, but his appearance did not bother him, he mined away and collected it all, it was a spectacular colour, and he thought it would be good in jewelry , so he started making it into, crude jewelry at first, getting better, to be named as a professional. Every time he visited home, his hair got more blue, and more wild, but he cared for his wife, and a few years down the line, they decided to have a child, they named him Ronan, he came out into the world, being bald at first, something funny happened as he grew older, the blue had effected his fathers genes, and made his hair blue too, but more natural, giving him blue hair for the rest of his days.
The first few years was slow, and painful, with the child being noisy, but as he grew older, he became more relaxed, it was at the age of five, both of his parents decided to stay with him, quitting any work they had for a while and they trained Ronan, in everything they knew, from the simple things like farming, to more advanced things like fighting, teaching him all of their combat techniques and styles and training him up to become an adventurer like they were , it was many years down the line, but Ronan had become very good at fighting, he learned about general knowledge and stuff like that as well, but it was fighting that made him into who he was today, he loved it, and so, him and his family went on an adventure together, leaving their home for new travels.
He learned of the world that they lived in as they went, learning things for himself that a lesson never quite described in full, learning his way around weapons more freely, developing his own style, meeting new people, and taking up the life that his parents lived, he ventured out on his own from them, telling them that he would meet them another day, at the cottage where he grew up, and journeyed himself, at a young age of fifteen, making and creating a name for himself.
It was in his travels he found a deity, and the deity he most liked was Helm, and since the day of discovering him, he was devout, not changing, following this deity, and this deity only, to the ends of the world if he needed, it was this course of action that sent him down the path of Clerichood, he was a well known fighter at his young age, but his skills only helped him, become a cleric for Helm, living his life out in aid of this deity, and his values, living to guard and protect.
By the time he was twenty, he was a full on cleric, taking up jobs in the name of his deity, protecting others with his life if needed, his travels got him far in life, but not far enough, he progressed through the ranks of the clergy, until he was high enough to be knighted, and got presented with a single full plate gauntlet, with the symbol of the watcher engraved into it, a heavy gauntlet for sure, but he wore it with pride, wearing heavier, and heavier armour over time, getting used to combat more and more, it was in his travels however, he was presented with an odd task, he was given a task, that would make him noble in name if he completed it, but the task was very simple, he was to travel out and enter a dimension, known as Siranda, the portal to that land was near broke, and only allowed a few people into it, a very dangerous task, as returning will be difficult, but the promises of riches and new experience, enticed him into going, to make more of a name for himself, to become better, to protect those that needed it, he was told that Siranda was going through a difficult time, and the portal through would only allow for one more person to go through before it broke, so getting back would be a difficult task, but not impossible, his task was to go into the plane and help to his full ability to stop the undead plighting their lands, and when he returns he will be given treasures most would only dream about, so he went with little second thoughts, entering the portal, and finding himself in a broken and war torn dimension, between several survivors and the living dead attacking them.
He got thrown into battle as soon as he landed, with little to no warning, and having to fight for survival, and his life, aiding and protecting others at the same time, people were bit around him, he could see ten bites in total on them, and they would slowly turn against their allies and fight them, he was struggling for help, struggling to hold his ground, fighting back with everything he could , rallying the people at the same time, urging them to fight back, and taking control of the situation at hand, before leaving town with a band of survivors, the village had already been over-run, and the numbers that the dead had on their side was not favorable, many years had passed from this first harrowing experience, he was hardened by the deaths he seen, friends, allies, and people he grew to love eventually fell to the curse on the lands, leaving him to run for his life, through several forests, until coming to a town, while dangerous, the dead still was walking here, he could feel another thing, that there was life here also, and he went into the town, what he eventually learned was called Kalaram, a run down town, but coming back to what it once was, through many survivors aiding each other, fighting back, and reinforcing the place, it was here that he stayed for a while aiding the best he could, though thinking there must have been an easier way, there must be a place in the world where he and the survivors could go, away from the threat of the undead, this thought lingered on his mind, but for now, this town Kalaram, was to be his home.
Title(s): The Defender, The Everwatch Knight
Race: Human
Age: 25
Hair Length: Short and well kept
Gender : Male
Noticeable Features:
Hair Colour: Navy Blue
Skin Colour: Pale
Eye Colour: Blue
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120kg
Body type: Athletic / Mesomorphic
Ronan was not of noble birth , far from it, his father a miner and a jeweler spending, days, weeks, even years away from the family, just to get enough money to scrape by and live on, his mother, she stayed in the house, often day-dreaming, while keeping their cottage clean and tidy, hiding away in the country side. far away from everyone.
They had a decent size of house, kept away in the country, far from all prying eyes, they lived the quiet life, his mother always wanted a more adventurous life, back to one she used to have , but it was this life she couldn't return to, she used to live a life with a lot of gold came in for income, doing jobs here and there, quite like a mercenary, but with a little more honor, she traveled the lands getting rid of problems, helping villages, she was quite fit , and was very , very young, perhaps a little naive as well, it was in her travels where she met her future husband, a man, she was set to travel with, they were sent out on a mission to clear out a bandits fort, and ever since then they had been together, his mother a knight in arms, with many years of training , short for her age, but very skilled in combat, she had hair, as red as blood, yet only gave her more of a unique appearance, she carried a sword around with her, at all times, a very simple, yet ornate sword, given to her on success of her first mission, by her order, a sword that was to stay sharp, no matter what happened to it, and a sword never to break, no matter the force put on it, it was simple in all other aspects, adorned with a eternal, metallic red rose at the pommel.
His father a burly man, never used weapons, never needed them, he wore pelts when he was young, charging into danger without a second thought, very powerful in his own right, being able to kill the most strong of creatures with nout but his bare hands, a sort of a recluse, never really cared for people, never even cared for the money, he took it all the same, but had little to no use for it, skilled in hunting his prey, and killing it to eat, the use he had for money was non-existent, he only really took on missions for the challenge of it, he cared for no one till he met her, the companion, he was sent out to a mission with, all those years ago, and stuck with her ever since, it didn't take long for either of them to fall in love with each other, not long after that they did a few more missions together, keeping all of the gold and left , for another place, leaving their adventuring behind to go and live themselves.
They moved out to the country and started their lives a new, the father stuck to the only thing he really knew how to do , and hit things, and took up to mining, the mines he found were rich in cobalt, incredibly so, he collected it all, as much as he could, even though it started to effect him, in many different ways, dying his hair, into a permanent blue colour, but his appearance did not bother him, he mined away and collected it all, it was a spectacular colour, and he thought it would be good in jewelry , so he started making it into, crude jewelry at first, getting better, to be named as a professional. Every time he visited home, his hair got more blue, and more wild, but he cared for his wife, and a few years down the line, they decided to have a child, they named him Ronan, he came out into the world, being bald at first, something funny happened as he grew older, the blue had effected his fathers genes, and made his hair blue too, but more natural, giving him blue hair for the rest of his days.
The first few years was slow, and painful, with the child being noisy, but as he grew older, he became more relaxed, it was at the age of five, both of his parents decided to stay with him, quitting any work they had for a while and they trained Ronan, in everything they knew, from the simple things like farming, to more advanced things like fighting, teaching him all of their combat techniques and styles and training him up to become an adventurer like they were , it was many years down the line, but Ronan had become very good at fighting, he learned about general knowledge and stuff like that as well, but it was fighting that made him into who he was today, he loved it, and so, him and his family went on an adventure together, leaving their home for new travels.
He learned of the world that they lived in as they went, learning things for himself that a lesson never quite described in full, learning his way around weapons more freely, developing his own style, meeting new people, and taking up the life that his parents lived, he ventured out on his own from them, telling them that he would meet them another day, at the cottage where he grew up, and journeyed himself, at a young age of fifteen, making and creating a name for himself.
It was in his travels he found a deity, and the deity he most liked was Helm, and since the day of discovering him, he was devout, not changing, following this deity, and this deity only, to the ends of the world if he needed, it was this course of action that sent him down the path of Clerichood, he was a well known fighter at his young age, but his skills only helped him, become a cleric for Helm, living his life out in aid of this deity, and his values, living to guard and protect.
By the time he was twenty, he was a full on cleric, taking up jobs in the name of his deity, protecting others with his life if needed, his travels got him far in life, but not far enough, he progressed through the ranks of the clergy, until he was high enough to be knighted, and got presented with a single full plate gauntlet, with the symbol of the watcher engraved into it, a heavy gauntlet for sure, but he wore it with pride, wearing heavier, and heavier armour over time, getting used to combat more and more, it was in his travels however, he was presented with an odd task, he was given a task, that would make him noble in name if he completed it, but the task was very simple, he was to travel out and enter a dimension, known as Siranda, the portal to that land was near broke, and only allowed a few people into it, a very dangerous task, as returning will be difficult, but the promises of riches and new experience, enticed him into going, to make more of a name for himself, to become better, to protect those that needed it, he was told that Siranda was going through a difficult time, and the portal through would only allow for one more person to go through before it broke, so getting back would be a difficult task, but not impossible, his task was to go into the plane and help to his full ability to stop the undead plighting their lands, and when he returns he will be given treasures most would only dream about, so he went with little second thoughts, entering the portal, and finding himself in a broken and war torn dimension, between several survivors and the living dead attacking them.
He got thrown into battle as soon as he landed, with little to no warning, and having to fight for survival, and his life, aiding and protecting others at the same time, people were bit around him, he could see ten bites in total on them, and they would slowly turn against their allies and fight them, he was struggling for help, struggling to hold his ground, fighting back with everything he could , rallying the people at the same time, urging them to fight back, and taking control of the situation at hand, before leaving town with a band of survivors, the village had already been over-run, and the numbers that the dead had on their side was not favorable, many years had passed from this first harrowing experience, he was hardened by the deaths he seen, friends, allies, and people he grew to love eventually fell to the curse on the lands, leaving him to run for his life, through several forests, until coming to a town, while dangerous, the dead still was walking here, he could feel another thing, that there was life here also, and he went into the town, what he eventually learned was called Kalaram, a run down town, but coming back to what it once was, through many survivors aiding each other, fighting back, and reinforcing the place, it was here that he stayed for a while aiding the best he could, though thinking there must have been an easier way, there must be a place in the world where he and the survivors could go, away from the threat of the undead, this thought lingered on his mind, but for now, this town Kalaram, was to be his home.
