SirYesMan
Legend of Altera
Name: Ploot_Teh_Medic
Nickname/Alias: Ploot
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Eden Elf
Height: 5 Ft 4
Weight: 125 Pounds
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Light Tan
Identifying Marks: None
Appearance: Wearing a blue torso cloak covering his head. Blue pants with few grey straps coming off. A blade to the side for looks, and a bow on his back. Black leather straps on from the wrist to his fists to help hold arrows and a bow. A great archer.
Life Story:
Through Ploot's life he was known in his village for having a sharp eye for shooting bows and arrows. He had lived in the village called Satua in the Eden Forest. The Forest was burnt and is now desert, but was not too far from some towns. At the age of 15 when the village was having their yearly festival they were attacked by the Eskimos. Out of nowhere they had started their attack tearing apart everything, they had dragged numbers of people into the woods and started to burn trees and houses down. Ploot was quick enough to get away from them. One had saw him but did not bother to attack him. He had ran as fast as he could to his parents house, since they were celebrating at their cottage. As Ploot had come to their yard he could see blood on the window. He had raced into the house not knowing what he would find. He kicked in the door to find his mother dead on the kitchen table. He knew she was dead from the blood that was around her. He felt nothing but pain in his heart. He turnt to his father to see a glass shard in his chest. His father was second away from death. Ploot and raced to him and held his fathers head in his arm. His father tried all he could to say his last words to Ploot "You have a brother". Those were the last words that had came from his fathers mouth. Ploot had a blank and shocked face. He shook his father to come alive. He had no time to cry or show emotion since he noticed a Eskimo coming toward the house. He put out the candle that was burning in the window, and ran to a empty chest. Ploot had hid inside the chest as he herd the Eskimo sparking something. Ploot had known it was flint and steel sparking. He herd the house catch fire. He covered his mouth and nose with old wool from his mothers knitting kits that were inside of the chest. He had soon passed out due to smoke. He woke up half alive. He was not burn't but had very bad smoke damage from breathing in too muh smoke. He had looked around the town no find nobody. Not even dead bodies. He fell to his knees in the town festival square and cried. He had walked back to his cottage to see that it was not burn't as bad as the other house. He decided to live their, and not set out to a local town. He wanted to stay in the village as long as he can, to be the one bit of living life in the village besides the livestock. He lived off warm bread, beef, and chicken for 5 years. It was just a week ago he decided the village was becoming ruins in the past. He had to leave. He had no room at all for tools to go. He only had a sword and a bow in his backpack. He had only taken those. He had set off to his new life.
Nickname/Alias: Ploot
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Eden Elf
Height: 5 Ft 4
Weight: 125 Pounds
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Light Tan
Identifying Marks: None
Appearance: Wearing a blue torso cloak covering his head. Blue pants with few grey straps coming off. A blade to the side for looks, and a bow on his back. Black leather straps on from the wrist to his fists to help hold arrows and a bow. A great archer.
Life Story:
Through Ploot's life he was known in his village for having a sharp eye for shooting bows and arrows. He had lived in the village called Satua in the Eden Forest. The Forest was burnt and is now desert, but was not too far from some towns. At the age of 15 when the village was having their yearly festival they were attacked by the Eskimos. Out of nowhere they had started their attack tearing apart everything, they had dragged numbers of people into the woods and started to burn trees and houses down. Ploot was quick enough to get away from them. One had saw him but did not bother to attack him. He had ran as fast as he could to his parents house, since they were celebrating at their cottage. As Ploot had come to their yard he could see blood on the window. He had raced into the house not knowing what he would find. He kicked in the door to find his mother dead on the kitchen table. He knew she was dead from the blood that was around her. He felt nothing but pain in his heart. He turnt to his father to see a glass shard in his chest. His father was second away from death. Ploot and raced to him and held his fathers head in his arm. His father tried all he could to say his last words to Ploot "You have a brother". Those were the last words that had came from his fathers mouth. Ploot had a blank and shocked face. He shook his father to come alive. He had no time to cry or show emotion since he noticed a Eskimo coming toward the house. He put out the candle that was burning in the window, and ran to a empty chest. Ploot had hid inside the chest as he herd the Eskimo sparking something. Ploot had known it was flint and steel sparking. He herd the house catch fire. He covered his mouth and nose with old wool from his mothers knitting kits that were inside of the chest. He had soon passed out due to smoke. He woke up half alive. He was not burn't but had very bad smoke damage from breathing in too muh smoke. He had looked around the town no find nobody. Not even dead bodies. He fell to his knees in the town festival square and cried. He had walked back to his cottage to see that it was not burn't as bad as the other house. He decided to live their, and not set out to a local town. He wanted to stay in the village as long as he can, to be the one bit of living life in the village besides the livestock. He lived off warm bread, beef, and chicken for 5 years. It was just a week ago he decided the village was becoming ruins in the past. He had to leave. He had no room at all for tools to go. He only had a sword and a bow in his backpack. He had only taken those. He had set off to his new life.
