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Land of the Ancients: Return of Elderic

Okay, let me know if anything on this bio needs to be changed.

Name: Cyril Carnet

Age: 18

Race: Human

Appearance: Portrait

Equipment: Pens, ink, parchment, and a leather-bound book with blank pages

Biography: Cyril Carnet is the son of the author Daniel Carnet, a man who spent the majority of his career in researching and writing texts concerning the history of the world. However, Daniel was never an attentive father, and spent his hours in his work and travel, separating himself from his family for months at a time. Young Cyril treasured the times his father came home, staying for a scant few days before disappearing into the world again. As Cyril grew up in the near-absence of his father, he found he was no longer eagerly awaiting the days his father would come home, eventually growing to resent the fact that he was never home. However, Cyril's mother began to grow ill one day, falling bedridden. To his surprise, his father hurried home and never left his dying wife's side until she passed. The very next day Daniel chose to retire, finally raising the child he had left at home.

Cyril learned a newfound respect for his father over the remaining years of his childhood, realizing what sacrifices his father had been making in order to feed and clothe his family. He was ashamed to think that at one point he'd even let the thought of despising him cross his mind. As he grew older he soon yearned to know just how his father saw the world, what the lands looked like through his eyes. On his seventeenth birthday, Cyril asked his father's permission to explore the world just like he once had. It took a great deal of convincing before Daniel was convinced to allow his son to leave.

On the day his son packed up to leave, Daniel gave Cyril some parting instruction. He wanted Cyril to write, to write anything he saw that he felt was worth reading about. Cyril now wanders the world, looking to find where in it he belongs...

Land of the Ancients: Return of Elderic

Oh, if that's the case then I'd like to scrap Serkan completely and start with a different character. Maybe I'll introduce him later in the story if that's okay.

Land of the Ancients: Return of Elderic

My apologies, I tend to leave my first character's bio in any RP as open-ended as possible so I can get a 'feel' for the atmosphere of the RP, especially with people I haven't written with before. He's not going to remain independent and unaffiliated for very long into the RP if that's your concern, and I wrote him in a way that he'll be able to jump quickly into any major organization once the RP is rolling, probably under pretense of a contract to serve as an extended part of some formal military unit.

As for Serkan's work history, he's done a little of both of what you mentioned, but has never had a 'concrete', permanent role in any military or police units. As we get into the RP I was going to reveal that his jobs mostly entailed earning bounties to catch criminals, mostly highwaymen or fugitives. He has on rare occasion served in militaries as a mercenary under a contract, though usually only for limited amounts of time as he earns better pay working for smaller communities like small, local villages and the like.

Land of the Ancients: Return of Elderic

Perfect, as it so happens I just finished up, let me know if anything needs to be changed.

Name: Serkan Stahlwurm

Age: 31

Race: Elf

Appearance:
Unarmored
Armored

Gender: Male

Weapons: Serkan carries a single sword in a black-stained leather and steel sheath on his left hip. The sword is a straight, single-edged saber with a plain, cord-wrapped handle, and no hilt guard.

Biography: A self-made man, Serkan was the son of a craftswoman and a hunter, but even as a young child had ambitions that far dwarfed his rather mundane beginnings. With a head full of tales of heroism and valor, he eagerly desired to learn the ways of a warrior, but the youth was far from what many would consider an ideal fighter. Serkan was a scrawny, small child, with little aptitude for magic and even less discipline. Few found the child worth their time, but Serkan never gave up, and when none offered to teach him formally, Serkan began to practice swordsmanship on his own. For five years, Serkan developed his own, incredibly crude, unrefined technique. Yet, it was only when Serkan met a certain someone on the road, that Serkan would finally make true progress.

In a chance encounter, Serkan was practicing his usual routine by the roadside when a passing caravan made a stop to allow their horses a chance to rest. One of the traveling company, a diplomat by the name of Raythe, watched the boy swing a wooden stick vigorously at a nearby sapling in the field, apparently totally oblivious to the world around him. Raythe approached to observe the rather clumsy, untrained movements of the boy, and immediately stopped him, pointing out the flaws in his technique, and more importantly, the flaws in his method. At first hesitant to listen to the man, and offended by his critique, Serkan eventually came around after Raythem demonstrated, drawing his sword and slashing into a nearby sapling, felling it.

Serkan soon begged the man to teach him, but the diplomat sadly explained he was needed in Cybele. Raythe still made a promise that on his return he would teach him. In what was perhaps the longest wait the impatient young boy had to endure, Raythe soon enough returned to the little village, and so began Serkan's formal training. Over years of study, he learned how to use a blade properly, he learned how to cast magic, but most important of all, he learned discipline. Gone was the little boy who only wanted to be a noble warrior of valor and glory, and in its place was an even-tempered, patient young man. Though, such joyous times in Serkan's life were not to last long.

One autumn day, the old diplomat rode into the village as he always had, but time had weighed heavy on his shoulders. He no longer had the strength to draw a sword to instruct his student; instead, he had come to give Serkan a gift, and with it one final lesson. Serkan was passed a sword, crafted by Raythe especially for him, and along with it a message, "The skills you have been given are not to be taken lightly, but neither should those skills be hidden away. Those who can make a difference in this world, should do so while they still can."

After that, Serkan and Raythe shared one last day together as student and teacher, before the diplomat rode home, knowing he would not have the strength to return. After his master passed, Serkan soon gathered his belongings and left home to wander into the world. Taking his parting master's words into mind, Serkan took up arms to serve as a bounty hunter and mercenary, and made his living off of serving the law.

Serkan is unaware that life is about to take a turn, that he will soon encounter something more than mere petty thieves and marauders...

Land of the Ancients: Return of Elderic

I'm interested in joining, but before I start really getting into writing my character up, I just wanted to check something first. Are you okay with someone new hopping in or are you only waiting for your older players to return to this one?

Reconstruction Begins...

Been waiting for this place to come back, hopefully we can build back to most important part of the old forums, community. Never was much of a talker, but I'll do my part to help.