Varran Ashencroft
Posted: Sun May 20, 2018 12:41 am
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First Name: Varran
Last Name: Ashencroft
Appearance:
Race: Hman
Age: 32
Height: 6'2
Weight: 198 pounds
Eyes: Stormy Blue
Hair: Raven Black
Facial Hair Style: well trimmed full beard.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Top shape, and athletic
Deity: Lathander, his dogma tenet, Tempus, when he does have to get into battle. ((If Bahamut was a god here. It would be him first.))
Initial Alignment: Neutral Good
Profession: Warrior, Arms man, traveling man of justice
Base Class & Proposed Development: Right now, Fighter 20 - 10 Silver Dragon Warrior
Habits/Hobbies: Talking, poetry, small talking, loud talking, did I mention talking? A frequent flirt. He'd flirt with a tree. Yes, he is shameless.
Languages: Damarran, and Draconic
Weapon of Choice: Greatsword.
Background: Neglect, hope, torment, justice, Damara has known many ideas. It was without a doubt a great land at one point. One the Ashencroft family made a pretty coin on under the helm of their grandfather. While they where not true nobility, they had the quality be looked as as lesser nobles. Their father work carpentry, masonry, and general construction.
The Ashencroft family were very extensive, two brothers seen to the growth of it. One marrying an elf to hold two daughters. The other, the grandfather of Varran, seen to children that composed Varran's immediate family: Sara, and Kelder among others.
When Varran was young Damara was ravaged by war. The new king seen to a choke hold on the land, with only few to fight him. The third and second generation of the family was still young, and so the elders decided to flee, splitting the family up.
Growing up, Varran remembered playing with his brother and cousin in their Damara home, but such memories are vague. His father, a construction worker as well take them into Illuskan lands where Varran was put into the guard. There he learned both history, building, and warfare.
When Varran grew into an adult, he left his home and on his travels he ran into a band fighting a massive troll. Three people, two young men and one olderone with silver like hair. The two young warriors dropped. This prompt Varran to draw his two handed sword and rush in, but alas against such healing properties, he stood no chance. Though he did wound it, the elder that seem to be watching joined the fray and killed it.
What followed after came as a surprise to the young Varran, only around twenty at the time, he found that they where in training as dragon warriors to a silver. This silver desired him to train under his instructions. Thus Varran spent the next ten years doing just that. When the time came for him to leave. Aevynthirax revealed himself. While brief words where shared. It was made clear that Varran was to go, reserve himself, but also seek to help people. He was also to hone the abilities that he had not entirely caught on to yet, and left with a manual on it.
When Varran found himself along the golden road, he sent out birds. Writing to his family of what had happen, but not in full detail, keeping the Silver's location a secret and what and who it was. Such was the nature of those dragons - secrecy.
It was like this Varran found himself heading on towards the Gate.
Goals: Rebuild his family, grow there name, and restore what their family had.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
The introduction of Aevynthirax perhaps?
Right now Varran is just enjoying life and doing what he can as it comes to him.
((I will be re-reading this tomorrow morning to fix some of it's typos and sentence fragments too. ))
First Name: Varran
Last Name: Ashencroft
Appearance:
Race: Hman
Age: 32
Height: 6'2
Weight: 198 pounds
Eyes: Stormy Blue
Hair: Raven Black
Facial Hair Style: well trimmed full beard.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Top shape, and athletic
Deity: Lathander, his dogma tenet, Tempus, when he does have to get into battle. ((If Bahamut was a god here. It would be him first.))
Initial Alignment: Neutral Good
Profession: Warrior, Arms man, traveling man of justice
Base Class & Proposed Development: Right now, Fighter 20 - 10 Silver Dragon Warrior
Habits/Hobbies: Talking, poetry, small talking, loud talking, did I mention talking? A frequent flirt. He'd flirt with a tree. Yes, he is shameless.
Languages: Damarran, and Draconic
Weapon of Choice: Greatsword.
Background: Neglect, hope, torment, justice, Damara has known many ideas. It was without a doubt a great land at one point. One the Ashencroft family made a pretty coin on under the helm of their grandfather. While they where not true nobility, they had the quality be looked as as lesser nobles. Their father work carpentry, masonry, and general construction.
The Ashencroft family were very extensive, two brothers seen to the growth of it. One marrying an elf to hold two daughters. The other, the grandfather of Varran, seen to children that composed Varran's immediate family: Sara, and Kelder among others.
When Varran was young Damara was ravaged by war. The new king seen to a choke hold on the land, with only few to fight him. The third and second generation of the family was still young, and so the elders decided to flee, splitting the family up.
Growing up, Varran remembered playing with his brother and cousin in their Damara home, but such memories are vague. His father, a construction worker as well take them into Illuskan lands where Varran was put into the guard. There he learned both history, building, and warfare.
When Varran grew into an adult, he left his home and on his travels he ran into a band fighting a massive troll. Three people, two young men and one olderone with silver like hair. The two young warriors dropped. This prompt Varran to draw his two handed sword and rush in, but alas against such healing properties, he stood no chance. Though he did wound it, the elder that seem to be watching joined the fray and killed it.
What followed after came as a surprise to the young Varran, only around twenty at the time, he found that they where in training as dragon warriors to a silver. This silver desired him to train under his instructions. Thus Varran spent the next ten years doing just that. When the time came for him to leave. Aevynthirax revealed himself. While brief words where shared. It was made clear that Varran was to go, reserve himself, but also seek to help people. He was also to hone the abilities that he had not entirely caught on to yet, and left with a manual on it.
When Varran found himself along the golden road, he sent out birds. Writing to his family of what had happen, but not in full detail, keeping the Silver's location a secret and what and who it was. Such was the nature of those dragons - secrecy.
It was like this Varran found himself heading on towards the Gate.
Goals: Rebuild his family, grow there name, and restore what their family had.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
The introduction of Aevynthirax perhaps?
Right now Varran is just enjoying life and doing what he can as it comes to him.
((I will be re-reading this tomorrow morning to fix some of it's typos and sentence fragments too. ))