Post by Rose/Astharoshe on Jan 29, 2009 23:45:47 GMT -5
About You
Name:
Chelz
Age:
18
RP experience: over 18 months…
RP sample:
Do you need help with getting started? Nope
Your Character
Name:
Astharoshe Asran
Age:
25
Birthday:
April 2
Gender:
Female
Place of Birth:
Athens, Wisconsin, United States
Parents:
Süleyman and Mirka Asran
Siblings:
Ion (younger brother) Augusta Veradica (older sister)
Other:
Dietrich Veradica (brother-in-law)
Appearance:
Astharoshe stands five feet, ten or eleven inches tall. She has long long, straight hair that she has dyed mostly a near white/blonde color, with the exception of a red piece in the front. Her eyes are a golden brown color, warm basically. Her attire will vary depending on what she is doing, but no matter where she goes (unless forbidden inside) she carries with her a seven-foot crook with a Norfolk Horn end and etchings on it. The crook doubles as a staff in fights.
{Celeb}Picture:
Likes:
Animals – particularly sheep
Humans – normal
Books
Outdoors
Her flock of sheep (mix of breeds)
Dislikes:
Humans – “Talented”
Wolves
Sick animals (worries over)
Talents:
She has been able to connect with her flock and knows them quite well. Even though she cannot speak with them.
Strengths:
She can wield any staff or crook in that manner in a deadly fashion. She also knows other forms of fighting, for hand to hand combat that may prove necessary if she has no weapon.
Weaknesses:
Her flock keeps her in one place and she will do anything to protect them, short of laying her life down.
Life goals/ Ambitions:
Other{fav/worst memories, habits, fears, regrets, etc.}:
She runs her fingers along her crook when she gets nervous or antsy (anything along those lines really).
One of her first memories was when Justin (a ram) was born on her fifth birthday. They instantly connected. She was devastated when he died many years later (as she had refused to let her parents sell him). She removed the horns from his skull and had one made into the end on her crook and the other hangs in her room above his picture.
The same year a young ewe lamb was born that became her pet. She kept the horns again and hung one on the wall and the other was carved into shapes of her family and sheep to be stuck in the crook’s shaft.
History:
April 2, in Athens, Wisconsin a girl is born into a family of farmers. Some of the generations have been known to double as hunters of the unwanted though. Astharoshe Asran wasn’t supposed to be that generation, it had been her grandparent’s generation and it went by three through the family tree.
Before she could walk well, she was handed a staff to play with. At four she was training every other day to use the staff as a weapon against those who were unwanted. Every generation was put through this training, though not all had to use it.
As she started school she would train at the farm around the sheep that would watch her with a growing interest. When done she would go play with the young lambs to yearlings.As she got older, she started to do chores around the farm besides bottle-feeding rams and ewe lambs. She carried hay, water buckets, feed sacks.
Her schooling was quite normal, beside the fact that she went through school with more interest in sheep than boys. She was smitten with one at a point in her life, but just stayed friends with him till she moved away to a small farm outside of the city near Valora Academy. (insert memory) She knew nothing of the ‘talented’ people that were schooled nearby, but moved so that she was closer to other breeders of her sheep breeds.
She moved the fall after her graduation and her family’s murder. Her sister hated her and the rest of her family was dead. Its been five years and she owns a large circle barn, where the hayloft has been turned into living quarters for her and her entire property is fenced in, except the driveway.
Did you read the rules?
Name:
Chelz
Age:
18
RP experience: over 18 months…
RP sample:
She stood at the edge of the field watching her family’s animals – her animals. They had all been murdered and now she was left to run the flock. She stood for some time leaning against her large crook, it was a foot taller than her and the curved end was made out of a Norfolk Horn from her favorite ram that had died years ago. A bell rang out on the field and she looked up to see one of her sheep coming over to her. He was a large black faced sheep with white wool and large open curled horns, “Sorry Melmoth, but no treats today.” She gently reached out and scratched the ram’s neck with her fingers. An identical sheep came up to her and she smiled, “Sir Ritchfield…I already told Melmoth no treats.” She shook her head and leaned the crook against her shoulder.
”Asran, at least you but the bell on one and a collar on the other.” The rams were twins, the one with the bell was just a little bit younger than the one with the red collar. “Come on you two, back to the flock.” She grabbed each one by their outside horn and turned them around, her crook falling over in the process. “See, Rose is looking for you. you can't go wandering off like that, she worries you know...” Her voice was soft as she saw the wolfhound get up and proceed to wander the edge of the flock, knowing that two were missing.
Do you need help with getting started? Nope
Your Character
Name:
Astharoshe Asran
Age:
25
Birthday:
April 2
Gender:
Female
Place of Birth:
Athens, Wisconsin, United States
Parents:
Süleyman and Mirka Asran
Siblings:
Ion (younger brother) Augusta Veradica (older sister)
Other:
Dietrich Veradica (brother-in-law)
Appearance:
Astharoshe stands five feet, ten or eleven inches tall. She has long long, straight hair that she has dyed mostly a near white/blonde color, with the exception of a red piece in the front. Her eyes are a golden brown color, warm basically. Her attire will vary depending on what she is doing, but no matter where she goes (unless forbidden inside) she carries with her a seven-foot crook with a Norfolk Horn end and etchings on it. The crook doubles as a staff in fights.
{Celeb}Picture:
Likes:
Animals – particularly sheep
Humans – normal
Books
Outdoors
Her flock of sheep (mix of breeds)
Dislikes:
Humans – “Talented”
Wolves
Sick animals (worries over)
Talents:
She has been able to connect with her flock and knows them quite well. Even though she cannot speak with them.
Strengths:
She can wield any staff or crook in that manner in a deadly fashion. She also knows other forms of fighting, for hand to hand combat that may prove necessary if she has no weapon.
Weaknesses:
Her flock keeps her in one place and she will do anything to protect them, short of laying her life down.
Life goals/ Ambitions:
To get revenge on those that murdered her parents and little brother and ask her sister for forgiveness for the attack against her husband and the premature labor. (even though it wasn't all her fault she blames herself)
Other{fav/worst memories, habits, fears, regrets, etc.}:
Weapon - A seven-foot crook that has a sharpened horn on the end of it. It has a metal rod in the middle so a sword cannot go through it. The metal rod is wrapped in wood that is embedded with bits of horn the entire length of the shaft. All wrapped in a thin coating to prevent nicks, unless a sword is taken to it. It goes everywhere with her, staying in the vehicle if not allowed in stores.
She runs her fingers along her crook when she gets nervous or antsy (anything along those lines really).
One of her first memories was when Justin (a ram) was born on her fifth birthday. They instantly connected. She was devastated when he died many years later (as she had refused to let her parents sell him). She removed the horns from his skull and had one made into the end on her crook and the other hangs in her room above his picture.
The same year a young ewe lamb was born that became her pet. She kept the horns again and hung one on the wall and the other was carved into shapes of her family and sheep to be stuck in the crook’s shaft.
She came home one day and found a bloody mess of her house. She was just out of high school and saw three people standing there over her older, pregnant sister. The one held a flaming blade in one hand and a frozen sword in the other. There was one bending down next to her sister and the other held a staff that had bloody spikes coming out of the end.
She had only had the crook done within the past two years, but she swung it around and hooked the man with the fire and ice around the neck, only his neck was too large and she severed an artery with the pointed end of the horn. His buddy turned and looked at her, scared now. He turned and disappeared into thin air. Astharoshe swung the crook a second time and hit the man kneeling next to her sister as she tried to warn her not to. She knocked him out, her sister screamed and yelled at her. ”That’s my husband you dingbat!”
The stress had sent her sister into premature labor, making her call 9-1-1, which she disposed of the intruders body out back into a burn pile. Her sister and brother-in-law went to the hospital where she lost the baby and he received amnesia from the blow. He didn’t know anything about himself except for what he liked, disliked and his allergies.
History:
April 2, in Athens, Wisconsin a girl is born into a family of farmers. Some of the generations have been known to double as hunters of the unwanted though. Astharoshe Asran wasn’t supposed to be that generation, it had been her grandparent’s generation and it went by three through the family tree.
Before she could walk well, she was handed a staff to play with. At four she was training every other day to use the staff as a weapon against those who were unwanted. Every generation was put through this training, though not all had to use it.
As she started school she would train at the farm around the sheep that would watch her with a growing interest. When done she would go play with the young lambs to yearlings.As she got older, she started to do chores around the farm besides bottle-feeding rams and ewe lambs. She carried hay, water buckets, feed sacks.
Her schooling was quite normal, beside the fact that she went through school with more interest in sheep than boys. She was smitten with one at a point in her life, but just stayed friends with him till she moved away to a small farm outside of the city near Valora Academy. (insert memory) She knew nothing of the ‘talented’ people that were schooled nearby, but moved so that she was closer to other breeders of her sheep breeds.
She moved the fall after her graduation and her family’s murder. Her sister hated her and the rest of her family was dead. Its been five years and she owns a large circle barn, where the hayloft has been turned into living quarters for her and her entire property is fenced in, except the driveway.
Did you read the rules?
Snapple -hopes she would know the rules by now...
