atkrye
King of Quests
Name: atkrye
Nickname/Alias: Atkrye, The Hunter
Age:mid 30s, actual number not known
Gender:male
Race:Elven
Height:1metre 90cm
Weight:80kg
Hair:Blond, long-ish
Eyes:Brown, with a hint of red
Skin: Pale white
Identifying Marks:His high collar, leather clothes, and suspicious aura he emits to all new people he meets.
Appearance: Elven ears- hes elven after all. Atkrye's general appearance is similar to his elven kindred. He wears leather or leaf cloths, and his skin is tained a faint green colour. Leaves cover parts of his skin and he looks very 'natural'. On his head sits a leaf crown- a gift from his kin in respect for the return of The Lord of the Hunt.
Backstory:
Part 1: The cause
"The past is everything. It defines who you are."
A simple, protected life was how Atkrye witnessed childhood. An overbearing Elven mother who saw his every needs were met, and a father who did everything and anything he could to feed and protect his family. What this anything pertained, Atkrye is not entirely sure of, but it certainly put a lot of stress on his Father. He would spend long amounts of time drinking on his own, watching a fire or sitting outside.
This changed when, at the age of thirteen-still a young age for an elf, he noticed a change in his father. Going from depressed, he became violent. He beat Atkrye's mother, and Atkrye once or twice. He left home for days, and returned angry or drunk. This continued for months, with both Atkrye and his mother too scared to do anything about it, too scared to face another assault. Atkrye was forced to work in the local Lord's fields to keep the family fed, and never finished any schooling.
Returning from home one night to see his mother lying unconscious on the floor, blood from her mouth, was enough to finally break him. Taking a knife from the kitchen, he saw his father sleeping, saying a short prayer, slit his throat.
His mother did not survive the night. The damage was done.
When Atkrye awoke the morning after, his parents' blood on his clothes, he heard a roar of shouts outside his door. A mob stood outside, jeering;
"Hang the murderer!"
He stumbled outside to find out what was happening, and was grabbed by the mob who beat him until he blacked out.
The trial was short. His neighbor had seen him kill his father through his window. They assumed he killed his mother too.
"I sentence you to hanging for the murder of your parents. You will be dead by sundown tomorrow.", the acting judge, and town leader, announced.
Atkrye said nothing, there was nothing to say.
"It is not until you are pushed to the brink of your existence that you truly discover yourself"
Nickname/Alias: Atkrye, The Hunter
Age:mid 30s, actual number not known
Gender:male
Race:Elven
Height:1metre 90cm
Weight:80kg
Hair:Blond, long-ish
Eyes:Brown, with a hint of red
Skin: Pale white
Identifying Marks:His high collar, leather clothes, and suspicious aura he emits to all new people he meets.
Appearance: Elven ears- hes elven after all. Atkrye's general appearance is similar to his elven kindred. He wears leather or leaf cloths, and his skin is tained a faint green colour. Leaves cover parts of his skin and he looks very 'natural'. On his head sits a leaf crown- a gift from his kin in respect for the return of The Lord of the Hunt.
Backstory:
Part 1: The cause
"The past is everything. It defines who you are."
A simple, protected life was how Atkrye witnessed childhood. An overbearing Elven mother who saw his every needs were met, and a father who did everything and anything he could to feed and protect his family. What this anything pertained, Atkrye is not entirely sure of, but it certainly put a lot of stress on his Father. He would spend long amounts of time drinking on his own, watching a fire or sitting outside.
This changed when, at the age of thirteen-still a young age for an elf, he noticed a change in his father. Going from depressed, he became violent. He beat Atkrye's mother, and Atkrye once or twice. He left home for days, and returned angry or drunk. This continued for months, with both Atkrye and his mother too scared to do anything about it, too scared to face another assault. Atkrye was forced to work in the local Lord's fields to keep the family fed, and never finished any schooling.
Returning from home one night to see his mother lying unconscious on the floor, blood from her mouth, was enough to finally break him. Taking a knife from the kitchen, he saw his father sleeping, saying a short prayer, slit his throat.
His mother did not survive the night. The damage was done.
When Atkrye awoke the morning after, his parents' blood on his clothes, he heard a roar of shouts outside his door. A mob stood outside, jeering;
"Hang the murderer!"
He stumbled outside to find out what was happening, and was grabbed by the mob who beat him until he blacked out.
The trial was short. His neighbor had seen him kill his father through his window. They assumed he killed his mother too.
"I sentence you to hanging for the murder of your parents. You will be dead by sundown tomorrow.", the acting judge, and town leader, announced.
Atkrye said nothing, there was nothing to say.
"It is not until you are pushed to the brink of your existence that you truly discover yourself"