Post by Harpertrue on Mar 17, 2004 18:23:53 GMT -5
Name: Felle (Fuh-lee)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Position: Harper
Character's Looks: Tall and lithe. He has tawny grey-brown hair and light grey eyes. He has rather long fingers.
Character's Personality: Not very talkative, but of course, he is a mute. Has a great love for music and can play gitar. He's a very upbeat person, usually smiling. He has a fondness for animals.
Character's History: Born to a rather cruel mother, Felle was always her favorite son, because he didn't complain. He was sent to the Harper hall however, after being discovered plucking a crude tune on some strings he had knotted to the legs of a chair.
RP Sample:
Felle was plowed into by some drunken Holdperson. He opened his mouth in a silent yelp as he was pushed to the ground. After the man had left he stood again, brushing off his harper blues.
He quickly checked his felt wrapped gitar, hoping it hadn't been damaged. It hadn't. Good. He took it out playing a few notes and smiling at the melody. It didn't matter that Felle couldn't sing, it wouldn't keep him from making music. Nothing could.
Turning to the right he saw the few dragons they were to ride back to the Harper Hall on land. He cast off at a sprint happy to be going back. Even though they had only been to play at a Gather.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Position: Harper
Character's Looks: Tall and lithe. He has tawny grey-brown hair and light grey eyes. He has rather long fingers.
Character's Personality: Not very talkative, but of course, he is a mute. Has a great love for music and can play gitar. He's a very upbeat person, usually smiling. He has a fondness for animals.
Character's History: Born to a rather cruel mother, Felle was always her favorite son, because he didn't complain. He was sent to the Harper hall however, after being discovered plucking a crude tune on some strings he had knotted to the legs of a chair.
RP Sample:
Felle was plowed into by some drunken Holdperson. He opened his mouth in a silent yelp as he was pushed to the ground. After the man had left he stood again, brushing off his harper blues.
He quickly checked his felt wrapped gitar, hoping it hadn't been damaged. It hadn't. Good. He took it out playing a few notes and smiling at the melody. It didn't matter that Felle couldn't sing, it wouldn't keep him from making music. Nothing could.
Turning to the right he saw the few dragons they were to ride back to the Harper Hall on land. He cast off at a sprint happy to be going back. Even though they had only been to play at a Gather.
