Post by asher on Jun 5, 2008 7:10:44 GMT -5
OUT OF CHARACTER
What do we call you: Eareth (PM'd Susan and Peter)
Are you older then 16: Yes
What time zone are you in: Mt.
How long have you been rp’ing: 4 years
Have you read all the rules: yes
Would you think of yourself as an active person: yes
You are ok that this site is rated R: yes
Who is your play by (Character model): Cloud from FF 7
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Asher Highguard
Month/Day of birth: May 4
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance (*Give at least one paragraph):
Asher has bright blond hair that is in a constant state of dishevel which somehow only adds to his odd sort of dashing. He stands at an even six foot with a lithe build and dashingly handsome features. Asher has bright blues eyes, a dashing smile, and a rich laugh which can not be mistaken for anyone but the Prince.
Martial Status: single
Family: King Rubeaus Highguard of the Lone Isles.
Queen Helena Highguard and five older brothers all of whom are far to old and stuck up to be listed here.
PERSONAL INFORMATION
Likes/Dislikes:
Horse back riding.
A good time.
Sword fighting.
Food,
Women
Dislike
People who take things to seriously i.e. his brothers.
Being couped up inside.
The lack of food.
Personality:
Asher is not cut out for Palace life. He is, for the most part, loose and carefree. He is a fierce fighter and when necessary has fought hard and bravely to defend his homeland but his is not purely the life of a warrior. All of that is just fine with his family as he is sixth in line for the throne and generally regarded as not serious enough to rule anyway. When Asher announced that he was headed to Narnia as an "Envoy to the King" no one was terribly surprised. Asher was an avid hater of being couped up inside during long boring matters of state and Narnia seemed the least likely place for that to happen.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
"Not getting tired are you boy?" The ships captain taunted as he circled the Prince. "That sword of yours gettin' a bit heavy I reckon." Asher smiled at the captain.
"No I was just thinking about much pain you'll be in in a few minutes." Asher said smiling and raising his sword. The blade was HUGE at least as tall as Asher and almost as wide. The Lone Isles has a very long history and somewhere in that history the Art of Djem So fighting was invented. Djem So was a combat style that involved the use of swords like Ashers extremely big but surprisingly light and based solely on mathematical systems of leverage, countering, and split second reactions. Asher wasn't incredibly muscular but what muscle he had was well defined and more then balanced enough for Djem So.
"And how do you intend on inflicting pain with your sword on the ground eh lad?" The captain remarked. Asher was using a Djem So ready position sword tip resting gently on the ground with both hands on the hilt.
The captain came in a rush aiming the flat (this was just a practice duel after all) of his sword at Ashers shoulder. He got within about two feet of Asher then doubled over as Asher's foot was hastily acquainted with his stomach. The captain doubled over his eyes bulging and both hands gripping his stomach in a desperate effort to keep his lunch down.
"Who said I was going to use the sword?" Asher remarked quietly then hoisted his blade onto his shoulder and shouted up to the helm. "How long till Narnia?"