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Lord of Altera
Heres my new character profile folks!
Name: Arthur Stonebrook
Nickname/Alias: Arthur
Age: No longer known
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5ft 3"
Weight: 168 lbs
Hair: Grey, faded
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Weathered and pockmarked but not too ghastly
Identifying Marks: His white jumper and brown overcoat as well as his wooden staff.
Appearance: Arthur Stonebrook was of average appearance. He never really made an effort to appear outstandingly nor however did he dress untidily. Arthur wore a gleaming white jumper with a brown fabric overcoat alongside a pair of grey trousers and some finely polished black shoes.
Strengths: Astronomy, Nature, Science and Farming.
Weaknesses and fears: Combat and Athletics. Arthur is also afraid of Vyres and Monsters.
Religion and cults: Polaris, god of the stars.
Profession: Astronomer, Priest of Polaris.
Introduction - Concerning Silverton
Long ago, there was a small, resolute yet bustling and thriving town out in the wilderness. Leagues upon leagues from the land of Altera and the Northern Kingdoms. It was free from war and violence so distant that not even the most determined criminal would ever manage to set foot inside the town. This town was Silverton. Silverton however other than its location seemed like a fairly normal town. Traders traded, millers milled and every evening ale dtinkers would go to the in or mothers would tuck in their children and so life went on peacefully. One day however in a small cottage in a small grove on the eastern side of town someone was born. Someone who would one day leave this town and set foot in the grand gate of Port Silver. This small innocent child was Arthur Stonebrook.
As many years passed Arthur grew and grew and so did his love and knowledge of the world. Until finally our story begins.
Chapter 1 - Arthur Stonebrook
Arthur Stonebrook was a youthful boy on the cusp of manhood. Arthur was fairly average in height, and had very fair brown hair and glistening brown eyes. He wore a woollen jumper which was a gleaming white and over it he wore a modest brown overcoat that stretched from shoulder to kneecap while wearing a rather somber grey pair of leg garments which fit him perfectly. Arthur was never a skilled swordsman nor was he ever bestowed with great athleticism. His only skills were with a bow and with his mind. He was of great knowledge, so were his family. In the small remote town his family were neither rich nor poor but they had set up a utopia in their small home. Full of ingenious solutions to the problems of the day for the Stonebrooks were always great innovators. If there was one thing however that Arthur loved more than any other, it was nature. He always walked the woods and climbed the mountains or swam in lakes and climbed the trees. Arthur was one with nature and nature was one with Arthur. So the days went by without a care in the world, the sun gleamed a glorious gold in the summer and the ground was a stunning and gleaming blanket of white in the winter. Ah yes those were the days.
Chapter 2 - A Night In November
Twas a normal night in the town of Silverton. Arthur was about 20 paces or so from the entrance to Silverton as he had been out in the forests feeding the wildlife. There seemed noting abnormal at all that evening. No danger of death or destruction nor any worry of impending attack. Arthur was now now more than 15 paces from the gate, still no sign of any abnormalities. The air was quiet and undisturbed but for the cheerful laments of the ale drinkers at the inn and the occasional creek of the mill. Arthur unfazed was now 10 paces from the gate. This time however an ambience emanated from afar. It was somewhat of a strange blur of low, dark and somewhat eerie tones. It came from the mountains away into the west. It was a haunting sound along with it came an aroma, one that smelled so peculiar, it was neither pleasant nor unbearable. Arthur pondered this and thought to himself "I must venture up there one day, I must" . Those snow capped giants that loomed high over the town. They seemed so inviting to Arthur, so desperate to be explored. Arthur carried on for the evening though. He headed home to his cottage where his family were. His mother and father just preparing dinner. The family sat down around the table and talked. Arthur remained silent, away in his own world encapsulated and mesmerised by the mountains and their strange ways. They almost seemed to lure Arthur in.
Much more to come.
Name: Arthur Stonebrook
Nickname/Alias: Arthur
Age: No longer known
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5ft 3"
Weight: 168 lbs
Hair: Grey, faded
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Weathered and pockmarked but not too ghastly
Identifying Marks: His white jumper and brown overcoat as well as his wooden staff.
Appearance: Arthur Stonebrook was of average appearance. He never really made an effort to appear outstandingly nor however did he dress untidily. Arthur wore a gleaming white jumper with a brown fabric overcoat alongside a pair of grey trousers and some finely polished black shoes.
Strengths: Astronomy, Nature, Science and Farming.
Weaknesses and fears: Combat and Athletics. Arthur is also afraid of Vyres and Monsters.
Religion and cults: Polaris, god of the stars.
Profession: Astronomer, Priest of Polaris.
Introduction - Concerning Silverton
Long ago, there was a small, resolute yet bustling and thriving town out in the wilderness. Leagues upon leagues from the land of Altera and the Northern Kingdoms. It was free from war and violence so distant that not even the most determined criminal would ever manage to set foot inside the town. This town was Silverton. Silverton however other than its location seemed like a fairly normal town. Traders traded, millers milled and every evening ale dtinkers would go to the in or mothers would tuck in their children and so life went on peacefully. One day however in a small cottage in a small grove on the eastern side of town someone was born. Someone who would one day leave this town and set foot in the grand gate of Port Silver. This small innocent child was Arthur Stonebrook.
As many years passed Arthur grew and grew and so did his love and knowledge of the world. Until finally our story begins.
Chapter 1 - Arthur Stonebrook
Arthur Stonebrook was a youthful boy on the cusp of manhood. Arthur was fairly average in height, and had very fair brown hair and glistening brown eyes. He wore a woollen jumper which was a gleaming white and over it he wore a modest brown overcoat that stretched from shoulder to kneecap while wearing a rather somber grey pair of leg garments which fit him perfectly. Arthur was never a skilled swordsman nor was he ever bestowed with great athleticism. His only skills were with a bow and with his mind. He was of great knowledge, so were his family. In the small remote town his family were neither rich nor poor but they had set up a utopia in their small home. Full of ingenious solutions to the problems of the day for the Stonebrooks were always great innovators. If there was one thing however that Arthur loved more than any other, it was nature. He always walked the woods and climbed the mountains or swam in lakes and climbed the trees. Arthur was one with nature and nature was one with Arthur. So the days went by without a care in the world, the sun gleamed a glorious gold in the summer and the ground was a stunning and gleaming blanket of white in the winter. Ah yes those were the days.
Chapter 2 - A Night In November
Twas a normal night in the town of Silverton. Arthur was about 20 paces or so from the entrance to Silverton as he had been out in the forests feeding the wildlife. There seemed noting abnormal at all that evening. No danger of death or destruction nor any worry of impending attack. Arthur was now now more than 15 paces from the gate, still no sign of any abnormalities. The air was quiet and undisturbed but for the cheerful laments of the ale drinkers at the inn and the occasional creek of the mill. Arthur unfazed was now 10 paces from the gate. This time however an ambience emanated from afar. It was somewhat of a strange blur of low, dark and somewhat eerie tones. It came from the mountains away into the west. It was a haunting sound along with it came an aroma, one that smelled so peculiar, it was neither pleasant nor unbearable. Arthur pondered this and thought to himself "I must venture up there one day, I must" . Those snow capped giants that loomed high over the town. They seemed so inviting to Arthur, so desperate to be explored. Arthur carried on for the evening though. He headed home to his cottage where his family were. His mother and father just preparing dinner. The family sat down around the table and talked. Arthur remained silent, away in his own world encapsulated and mesmerised by the mountains and their strange ways. They almost seemed to lure Arthur in.
Much more to come.