SirYesMan
Legend of Altera
Name: Ploot_Teh_Medic
Nickname/Alias: Ploot
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Eden Elf
Height: 5 Ft
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:
From the day that Ploot was born his family felt they were blessed with a new child of Eden, the new generation to protect, live, and embrace the Forest of Eden. The Forest of Eden was a mystical forest that had lived off its rays of sunlight and emotion from the villagers that lived their.
Ploot had been the 12th generation to be born into the Forest of Eden. He was not different from the other children at all, he was no hero. The only thing that Ploot had that made him special from the other children was his sharp eye for shooting a bow n arrow, he could shoot from about 50 feet away and hit accurate! His father had shown him how to use his old bow from his father was a child. He was just the age of 6 when he started to use a bow.
Over the years Ploot had aged on, like the rest of the villagers. He was only 10 when the village had started to notice strange things occurring around the village and the forest its self. They had started to notie dark purple hazes coming from tree tops and bushes. People figured it was passing wizards from the Northern Mountains of the town Brunka, the town had been natural with them so there was no harm. Until villagers had started to notice trees knocked over due to bits of the trees being "removed" from their regular placing.
The village had stopped seeing these strange events for about 5 years. By this time Ploot was in his middle-teens at the age of 15 when he had been getting dressed for the Eden Festival. The Eden Festival was the yearly event where all of the three villages of the Eden Forest would come to the middle of the forest to have a festival, to celebrate life, happiness, and the Forest of Eden. The towns were Shekia, Tubala, and Keia which is where Ploot was from. Ploot had been getting ready, when he told his parents "Mom, Dad are you going to the festival along with me?" They had not been so sure about going. They had been feeling like celebrating the Forest of Eden in their own time by lighting candles and singing old songs. Ploot had thought of that to be a bit boring so he hugged them both and proceded on to festival.
Once at the Festival their was music, dancing, food, drinking, and tree climbing going on. It was a happy time for everybody in the Forest. But behind all of the fun going on their was a great evil coming to the festival. Their was the Tall-Soul-Takers. That was what the elders had called them. Nobody knew where they came from, or what they had wanted. But they had come and that was for sure. From out of nowhere they started to appear in. The tents and stands that were selling food and drinks, and that were having games inside them were caught fire to. People in the village were being dragged out of the festival into the bushes being what it looked like teleported from the land into the sky. The Knights of the Forest had charged in and fought. They had died a sad death though, as they were thrown into trees or beaten to death. The Forest was under attack, and loosing..
Ploot had started to run out. Ducking and dodging everything that got into his way. He had used the burning tents to his advantage. He was worried about everyone, but mainly his Mother and Father. He scouted a field that was empty. He made a run for it. Within seconds he was running as fast has he could. He herd screams and yells coming from the Forest of Eden Festival. He stopped at the mid edge of the field and looked back to see fire, smoke, and the people of the village being dragged away. He started to cry, but whipped the tears to run to his house. Has he came to the house he saw nothing wrong. Until he looked closer, he had seen blood on the window. He yelled "Mother! Father!" This was a lot for a 15 year old to handle. He charged into the house kicking the door in since it would not open.
Walking in noticed his mother on the kitchen table with a knife through her chest. Their was blood on the table and the floor. He knew she was dead. He balled his eyes out as hard as he could. He herd a faint "Ploot...Ploot..." He turned to his Father who was laying onto the ground in the living room next to the cottage fireplace. He ran to his father to see a shard of glass in his fathers throat. He fell to his knees to pick his father up into his hands and placing him onto the living room couch. He looked into his fathers eyes to hear his father say "We loved you.. The last.. Eden..". Those were the words that his Father had said to him. He had nothing to do but put his face into his hands and cry. As he was crying he had herd something in the door. Someone had came into the house. He had made a quick dash to chest where his Mother had kept her Wool and Dyes. He herd something walking around and sparking something. He knew what has going to happen. He took wool and covered his mouth and nose. He herd fire catch, the house was going into flames.
It was a day later when Ploot had woken up to be covered in smoke rezen. He opened the chest to see nothing really their, except the bricks of the house. He proceded to a near by stream to wash off. On his way their he had seen no bodies anywhere. It was like the Tall-Soul-Takers had dragged every last remain of them. He saw nobody, or anything of the people, except the livestock that was in a great panic. Ploot had known he was the last of his race, the last of the Eden.
He had spent the last 5 years until the age of 20 in the ruins of the village. He knew he would have to leave soon as he saw increasing winds blowing sand into the village turning the village into a wasteland of desert and shrubs, and just buildings. He had set the livestock free into the wild so they would not die a suffering death. They headed to the mountains. Ploot had packed his backpack of nothing except Water Melon and Seeds, and a stone sword. He had to find a new home, a new way of life. He set off to various towns, and is still looking for a place to call home.
His story continues.
Nickname/Alias: Ploot
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Eden Elf
Height: 5 Ft
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:
From the day that Ploot was born his family felt they were blessed with a new child of Eden, the new generation to protect, live, and embrace the Forest of Eden. The Forest of Eden was a mystical forest that had lived off its rays of sunlight and emotion from the villagers that lived their.
Ploot had been the 12th generation to be born into the Forest of Eden. He was not different from the other children at all, he was no hero. The only thing that Ploot had that made him special from the other children was his sharp eye for shooting a bow n arrow, he could shoot from about 50 feet away and hit accurate! His father had shown him how to use his old bow from his father was a child. He was just the age of 6 when he started to use a bow.
Over the years Ploot had aged on, like the rest of the villagers. He was only 10 when the village had started to notice strange things occurring around the village and the forest its self. They had started to notie dark purple hazes coming from tree tops and bushes. People figured it was passing wizards from the Northern Mountains of the town Brunka, the town had been natural with them so there was no harm. Until villagers had started to notice trees knocked over due to bits of the trees being "removed" from their regular placing.
The village had stopped seeing these strange events for about 5 years. By this time Ploot was in his middle-teens at the age of 15 when he had been getting dressed for the Eden Festival. The Eden Festival was the yearly event where all of the three villages of the Eden Forest would come to the middle of the forest to have a festival, to celebrate life, happiness, and the Forest of Eden. The towns were Shekia, Tubala, and Keia which is where Ploot was from. Ploot had been getting ready, when he told his parents "Mom, Dad are you going to the festival along with me?" They had not been so sure about going. They had been feeling like celebrating the Forest of Eden in their own time by lighting candles and singing old songs. Ploot had thought of that to be a bit boring so he hugged them both and proceded on to festival.
Once at the Festival their was music, dancing, food, drinking, and tree climbing going on. It was a happy time for everybody in the Forest. But behind all of the fun going on their was a great evil coming to the festival. Their was the Tall-Soul-Takers. That was what the elders had called them. Nobody knew where they came from, or what they had wanted. But they had come and that was for sure. From out of nowhere they started to appear in. The tents and stands that were selling food and drinks, and that were having games inside them were caught fire to. People in the village were being dragged out of the festival into the bushes being what it looked like teleported from the land into the sky. The Knights of the Forest had charged in and fought. They had died a sad death though, as they were thrown into trees or beaten to death. The Forest was under attack, and loosing..
Ploot had started to run out. Ducking and dodging everything that got into his way. He had used the burning tents to his advantage. He was worried about everyone, but mainly his Mother and Father. He scouted a field that was empty. He made a run for it. Within seconds he was running as fast has he could. He herd screams and yells coming from the Forest of Eden Festival. He stopped at the mid edge of the field and looked back to see fire, smoke, and the people of the village being dragged away. He started to cry, but whipped the tears to run to his house. Has he came to the house he saw nothing wrong. Until he looked closer, he had seen blood on the window. He yelled "Mother! Father!" This was a lot for a 15 year old to handle. He charged into the house kicking the door in since it would not open.
Walking in noticed his mother on the kitchen table with a knife through her chest. Their was blood on the table and the floor. He knew she was dead. He balled his eyes out as hard as he could. He herd a faint "Ploot...Ploot..." He turned to his Father who was laying onto the ground in the living room next to the cottage fireplace. He ran to his father to see a shard of glass in his fathers throat. He fell to his knees to pick his father up into his hands and placing him onto the living room couch. He looked into his fathers eyes to hear his father say "We loved you.. The last.. Eden..". Those were the words that his Father had said to him. He had nothing to do but put his face into his hands and cry. As he was crying he had herd something in the door. Someone had came into the house. He had made a quick dash to chest where his Mother had kept her Wool and Dyes. He herd something walking around and sparking something. He knew what has going to happen. He took wool and covered his mouth and nose. He herd fire catch, the house was going into flames.
It was a day later when Ploot had woken up to be covered in smoke rezen. He opened the chest to see nothing really their, except the bricks of the house. He proceded to a near by stream to wash off. On his way their he had seen no bodies anywhere. It was like the Tall-Soul-Takers had dragged every last remain of them. He saw nobody, or anything of the people, except the livestock that was in a great panic. Ploot had known he was the last of his race, the last of the Eden.
He had spent the last 5 years until the age of 20 in the ruins of the village. He knew he would have to leave soon as he saw increasing winds blowing sand into the village turning the village into a wasteland of desert and shrubs, and just buildings. He had set the livestock free into the wild so they would not die a suffering death. They headed to the mountains. Ploot had packed his backpack of nothing except Water Melon and Seeds, and a stone sword. He had to find a new home, a new way of life. He set off to various towns, and is still looking for a place to call home.
His story continues.
