Post by E on Dec 3, 2005 19:05:52 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Effluo Smaragdus
Contact Info:
AIM: EffluoSmaragdus
YIM: Effluo_Smaragdus
E-Mail: me2005amk@cs.com
How you heard of LW: Drache18
Character Information
Name: Novus
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 23 turns, summer birthing day
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Journeyman Smith
Location: Telgar Hold
Affiliation: Neutral
Standing: He felt that something was wrong when he heard the teaching ballads as a boy. Growing up in the Smith Hall, he quickly learned of the need for self defense and that the world around him was slowly falling apart as holders gained more lands that did not belong to them. He knows something is wrong, but has no power to change it with his current station.
Family: Novus’ mother (Alina/Dead) was a sweet hearted angel; she strove to give her only son the best education she could with what little she had. His father (Tonive/48 Turns) was also caring and kind, but that soon changed with the death of his mother. Novus was 12 and he quickly learned just how hard life really was. With his mother gone and his father now a full-time drunk, Novus left to make his own life knowing that he no longer had one at home.
Pets: Kate is an all black feline, small and lithe. Novus found her as a kitten, half starved when he left home. Both alone, they made quick friends.
Appearance: Hitting a growth spurt at age 16, Novus finally topped off at a remarkable six feet and seven inches. While he towers over most, he is not lanky in the least. Well built, his shoulders have a wide span and his arms are made to match. Truly a giant of a man, Novus is a journeyman in the Smith Hall, he is use to labor and his large hands are put to good use.
Cole black hair tickles the back of his neck and he is constantly pushing strays behind his ears. While most smiths keep theirs short, Novus keeps his hair in the same cut his mother gave him when he was young to remember her by.
Novus’ dark skin is not tanned, but forever stained by the soot and heat of the forge. He usually dresses in thick pants to keep the sparks off his legs, but is found more often then not working without a shirt, as the heat is almost unbearable. When he is in public, he is usually dressed in brown leggings and a breathable cotton shirt with a v-neck, rejoicing in the cool breeze.
Personality: A happy spirit, Novus is rarely angry at anyone. With a temperament of steel, it takes a lot to get Novus mad, but when you do watch out. He understands that everyone makes simple mistakes and does not blame them for it, but he does expect them to learn from them.
Determination is also a strong character trait of Novus. Once he had decided something there is no stopping him by either persuasion or force. Although he is often called bull headed because of this, Novus does, in fact, have a very open mind and a sharp imagination.
He loves to lend a helping hand to anyone in need and is not afraid of manual labor. He’ll talk to any stranger willing to talk to him and never says no to a friendly glass of wine. Humor is something that Novus has in plenty and his great size adds to the comical aspect of him. He has no shame when it comes to making a clown of himself to make others smile.
While he has no relationships with a woman at the moment, he is very protective of them. Anyone who would dishonor a woman or even speak badly of one is at the mercy of this giant. He will stand for none of it. He believes this is because of his close attachment to his mother.
History: Born in the early winter season, Novus was a bouncing baby boy. His mother, though, did not fair well in child birth and she knew she’d have no other children after him. Her pride and joy, she did all she could to give him the best education possible. Novus grew quickly and had a happy childhood. He caught on to all of his lessons quickly and was a quick learner.
*Novus smiled as he felt the hair tickle his neck as it was cut. Wiggling in his chair, he heard his mother laugh. “You have to hold still Novus, or I’ll leave a bald patch on your head!” she said teasingly. Exaggeratingly, Novus held his breath and held as still as he could. “There you go Novus. I’m done.” With that Novus jumped up and let all of the wiggles out.
“Well how do I look mother?” he asked spinning to show off his new haircut once she stopped laughing.
“Why I think its very charming. You’ll have to run very fast to keep the ladies and their kisses away.” She said as she swept the little boy into her arms and kissed him on the cheek. Giggling he squirmed free and ran off laughing, his mother chasing him playfully.*
At age ten he found his mother in bad health. His father was very concerned for her and stopped working in the fields to stay by her side. Novus knew they’d still need food and money though, and so took his fathers place and worked alongside the drudges. It was all in vain, however. His mother only grew worse and died a slow death two years later. His father mourned her and soon took up drinking. Novus watched as his father too began to waste away. Not wanting to watch another parent die, he left.
*Novus watched as his father brought the bottle to his lips once again. Worry creased his brow and a tear rolled down his cheek. Why had his father become so different? He understood how much he missed his mother, he knew that all to well, but that didn’t mean that he had to change. Gone was the father who would play with his boy, gone was the man who taught him to read. He had become someone else entirely. He wasn’t even alive anymore, but a shell trying to fill itself with that sweet liquid…*
He offered a helping hand to a traveling caravan and in return asked to be taken with them. For the next year he traveled farther than he had ever dreamed of before, but he knew it wasn’t the life for him. Carrying cargo just wasn’t satisfying enough and he left the caravan only to find himself at the doorstep of the Smith Hall.
*Novus lifted the last package to the waiting man in the wagon. What was he doing here? He had escaped from his home and that’s what he wanted, but why was he still running? Shouldn’t he find a place to make a real life for himself? Somewhere he could make a difference? Making up his mind, Novus turned and without saying a word walked away from the wagon train, leaving many confused people watching him go.
That night he slept beneath the stars, with every possible road open to him. After much though he decided he’d join the first hall he came upon. Any craft would be worth learning and his insatiable appetite for knowledge would be put to good use.
“Meow?” came a small, raspy voice startling Novus from his thoughts. Sitting up quickly, he turned and searched the dark for the noise maker. Feeling wet fur brush against his forearm, he concentrated on the dark spot there. Sure enough two tiny, emerald eyes shown up at him pleadingly. Picking the creature up he found it to be a kitten, wet and half starved.
“You poor thing. Come here and warm up. We will keep each other company thru the night.” He said softly and what he hoped was a soothing voice. The two quickly fell asleep beneath the same threadbare blanket, sharing each others warmth.*
The smiths, seeing the able-bodied boy as a possible help, took him in as an appetence. It was during this time that he hit his growth spurt and became a monster of a man. Being use to labor already, Novus fit in quickly with the routine of a smith. His large hands naturally adapted to the molding of metal but hindered him in the art of jewelry and glass molding. He decided to stick with what he was best suited for and he excelled thru his studies, surprising everyone when he passed his testing just before his nineteenth birthing day and became a journeyman.
*The pounding had become a rhythm long ago and Novus felt it in perfect time with his heart. After many years here, he had found a love for the craft. Showing natural ability he was encouraged to test for his journeyman’s knot. As part of the test he had to make a weapon of fine quality. He had chosen a long sword as he had also found an interest in sword fighting.
The steel he used was of good quality, not the best, but good for an apprentice. He had folded it many times now and he only needed to cool it again and start the finer phase. A few more beats and he put down the heavy hammer and put the red hot metal into the barrel of water next to him. Steam rose to cloud the room and Novus patiently waited for it to clear, signaling that the metal was cool enough to handle.
Finally he pulled the sword from the barrel and checked its balance for the fifth time. This time he had it right. It had taken a few tries, but it was almost perfect now. What little needed to be fixed would be down when he sharpened it. Moving to the sharpening stone, he began that tedious process. Patient as always, Novus quickly fell into rhythm again and the time flew. Stopping he checked it and smiled as a small, thin cut shown on his calloused thumb.
Moving to yet another table, he picked up a long length of hide. With deft hands, he braided the handle with the hide, making it comfortable in his hand. Once done, he looked at it. It wasn’t the elegant work of a master, or even the prideful work of a journeyman. It was the realistic work of Novus. Novus felt that the quality of the metal and the sword were far more important at this stage than design and decoration. His teachers agreed, amazed at the work of the young man as they awarded him after the rests of his tests with his journeyman knot.*
With hopes of a bright future ahead of him, Novus has high hopes of becoming a master and maybe even someday the MasterSmith. But for now, he is eagerly looking forward to his new assignment at Telgar Hold.
*Novus stopped at the MasterSmith’s door, excitement coursing thru his body. He had asked to talk to Novus and he hoped very much that it was about a possible assignment. The other masters and wanted Novus to stay in the Hall because of his young age, but he disagreed very much. He had learned all he could here and needed new experience.
As the door opened, Novus found himself face to face with one of the masters. The master was one who had taken Novus aside for special training with the sword. A smile on his lips let Novus know there was only good news in the room. Returning the smile, Novus let the master leave as he entered.
“Sit down Journeyman Novus,” the MasterSmith said as Novus bowed in respect. “I hear you are eager to learn stretch your legs in the world and want an assignment although most of your elders feel you would be of better use here.”
“Yes sir.” Novus answered when the MasterSmith paused. “I have learned all I can here, and I think the best thing for my training would be experience. I know I’m younger than the other journeymen, but I am just as capable.”
“So your master has informed me.” Said the MasterSmith, with another broad smile, “He says you have a good mind and a sharp head on your shoulders. I need an open minded journeyman at Telgar Hold. The master there is getting old and he needs help to keep up with the demand. The other Journeymen asked to go elsewhere, so I’m left with you. Will that be a suitable station for you? It’s either that or stay here.”
The stern glare that the MasterSmith gave Novus let him know that he wasn’t allowed to argue, just make a choice. It was an easy one however, and Novus soon found himself packing his few belongings and tools, ready to make way to Telgar.*
Belongings: He carries with him only things of great value and importance in his life. At the moment that consists of three things; the haircut his mother gave him, the Sword he made for his testing to become a journeyman, and Kate his best friend and loyal cat.
Name: Effluo Smaragdus
Contact Info:
AIM: EffluoSmaragdus
YIM: Effluo_Smaragdus
E-Mail: me2005amk@cs.com
How you heard of LW: Drache18
Character Information
Name: Novus
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 23 turns, summer birthing day
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Journeyman Smith
Location: Telgar Hold
Affiliation: Neutral
Standing: He felt that something was wrong when he heard the teaching ballads as a boy. Growing up in the Smith Hall, he quickly learned of the need for self defense and that the world around him was slowly falling apart as holders gained more lands that did not belong to them. He knows something is wrong, but has no power to change it with his current station.
Family: Novus’ mother (Alina/Dead) was a sweet hearted angel; she strove to give her only son the best education she could with what little she had. His father (Tonive/48 Turns) was also caring and kind, but that soon changed with the death of his mother. Novus was 12 and he quickly learned just how hard life really was. With his mother gone and his father now a full-time drunk, Novus left to make his own life knowing that he no longer had one at home.
Pets: Kate is an all black feline, small and lithe. Novus found her as a kitten, half starved when he left home. Both alone, they made quick friends.
Appearance: Hitting a growth spurt at age 16, Novus finally topped off at a remarkable six feet and seven inches. While he towers over most, he is not lanky in the least. Well built, his shoulders have a wide span and his arms are made to match. Truly a giant of a man, Novus is a journeyman in the Smith Hall, he is use to labor and his large hands are put to good use.
Cole black hair tickles the back of his neck and he is constantly pushing strays behind his ears. While most smiths keep theirs short, Novus keeps his hair in the same cut his mother gave him when he was young to remember her by.
Novus’ dark skin is not tanned, but forever stained by the soot and heat of the forge. He usually dresses in thick pants to keep the sparks off his legs, but is found more often then not working without a shirt, as the heat is almost unbearable. When he is in public, he is usually dressed in brown leggings and a breathable cotton shirt with a v-neck, rejoicing in the cool breeze.
Personality: A happy spirit, Novus is rarely angry at anyone. With a temperament of steel, it takes a lot to get Novus mad, but when you do watch out. He understands that everyone makes simple mistakes and does not blame them for it, but he does expect them to learn from them.
Determination is also a strong character trait of Novus. Once he had decided something there is no stopping him by either persuasion or force. Although he is often called bull headed because of this, Novus does, in fact, have a very open mind and a sharp imagination.
He loves to lend a helping hand to anyone in need and is not afraid of manual labor. He’ll talk to any stranger willing to talk to him and never says no to a friendly glass of wine. Humor is something that Novus has in plenty and his great size adds to the comical aspect of him. He has no shame when it comes to making a clown of himself to make others smile.
While he has no relationships with a woman at the moment, he is very protective of them. Anyone who would dishonor a woman or even speak badly of one is at the mercy of this giant. He will stand for none of it. He believes this is because of his close attachment to his mother.
History: Born in the early winter season, Novus was a bouncing baby boy. His mother, though, did not fair well in child birth and she knew she’d have no other children after him. Her pride and joy, she did all she could to give him the best education possible. Novus grew quickly and had a happy childhood. He caught on to all of his lessons quickly and was a quick learner.
*Novus smiled as he felt the hair tickle his neck as it was cut. Wiggling in his chair, he heard his mother laugh. “You have to hold still Novus, or I’ll leave a bald patch on your head!” she said teasingly. Exaggeratingly, Novus held his breath and held as still as he could. “There you go Novus. I’m done.” With that Novus jumped up and let all of the wiggles out.
“Well how do I look mother?” he asked spinning to show off his new haircut once she stopped laughing.
“Why I think its very charming. You’ll have to run very fast to keep the ladies and their kisses away.” She said as she swept the little boy into her arms and kissed him on the cheek. Giggling he squirmed free and ran off laughing, his mother chasing him playfully.*
At age ten he found his mother in bad health. His father was very concerned for her and stopped working in the fields to stay by her side. Novus knew they’d still need food and money though, and so took his fathers place and worked alongside the drudges. It was all in vain, however. His mother only grew worse and died a slow death two years later. His father mourned her and soon took up drinking. Novus watched as his father too began to waste away. Not wanting to watch another parent die, he left.
*Novus watched as his father brought the bottle to his lips once again. Worry creased his brow and a tear rolled down his cheek. Why had his father become so different? He understood how much he missed his mother, he knew that all to well, but that didn’t mean that he had to change. Gone was the father who would play with his boy, gone was the man who taught him to read. He had become someone else entirely. He wasn’t even alive anymore, but a shell trying to fill itself with that sweet liquid…*
He offered a helping hand to a traveling caravan and in return asked to be taken with them. For the next year he traveled farther than he had ever dreamed of before, but he knew it wasn’t the life for him. Carrying cargo just wasn’t satisfying enough and he left the caravan only to find himself at the doorstep of the Smith Hall.
*Novus lifted the last package to the waiting man in the wagon. What was he doing here? He had escaped from his home and that’s what he wanted, but why was he still running? Shouldn’t he find a place to make a real life for himself? Somewhere he could make a difference? Making up his mind, Novus turned and without saying a word walked away from the wagon train, leaving many confused people watching him go.
That night he slept beneath the stars, with every possible road open to him. After much though he decided he’d join the first hall he came upon. Any craft would be worth learning and his insatiable appetite for knowledge would be put to good use.
“Meow?” came a small, raspy voice startling Novus from his thoughts. Sitting up quickly, he turned and searched the dark for the noise maker. Feeling wet fur brush against his forearm, he concentrated on the dark spot there. Sure enough two tiny, emerald eyes shown up at him pleadingly. Picking the creature up he found it to be a kitten, wet and half starved.
“You poor thing. Come here and warm up. We will keep each other company thru the night.” He said softly and what he hoped was a soothing voice. The two quickly fell asleep beneath the same threadbare blanket, sharing each others warmth.*
The smiths, seeing the able-bodied boy as a possible help, took him in as an appetence. It was during this time that he hit his growth spurt and became a monster of a man. Being use to labor already, Novus fit in quickly with the routine of a smith. His large hands naturally adapted to the molding of metal but hindered him in the art of jewelry and glass molding. He decided to stick with what he was best suited for and he excelled thru his studies, surprising everyone when he passed his testing just before his nineteenth birthing day and became a journeyman.
*The pounding had become a rhythm long ago and Novus felt it in perfect time with his heart. After many years here, he had found a love for the craft. Showing natural ability he was encouraged to test for his journeyman’s knot. As part of the test he had to make a weapon of fine quality. He had chosen a long sword as he had also found an interest in sword fighting.
The steel he used was of good quality, not the best, but good for an apprentice. He had folded it many times now and he only needed to cool it again and start the finer phase. A few more beats and he put down the heavy hammer and put the red hot metal into the barrel of water next to him. Steam rose to cloud the room and Novus patiently waited for it to clear, signaling that the metal was cool enough to handle.
Finally he pulled the sword from the barrel and checked its balance for the fifth time. This time he had it right. It had taken a few tries, but it was almost perfect now. What little needed to be fixed would be down when he sharpened it. Moving to the sharpening stone, he began that tedious process. Patient as always, Novus quickly fell into rhythm again and the time flew. Stopping he checked it and smiled as a small, thin cut shown on his calloused thumb.
Moving to yet another table, he picked up a long length of hide. With deft hands, he braided the handle with the hide, making it comfortable in his hand. Once done, he looked at it. It wasn’t the elegant work of a master, or even the prideful work of a journeyman. It was the realistic work of Novus. Novus felt that the quality of the metal and the sword were far more important at this stage than design and decoration. His teachers agreed, amazed at the work of the young man as they awarded him after the rests of his tests with his journeyman knot.*
With hopes of a bright future ahead of him, Novus has high hopes of becoming a master and maybe even someday the MasterSmith. But for now, he is eagerly looking forward to his new assignment at Telgar Hold.
*Novus stopped at the MasterSmith’s door, excitement coursing thru his body. He had asked to talk to Novus and he hoped very much that it was about a possible assignment. The other masters and wanted Novus to stay in the Hall because of his young age, but he disagreed very much. He had learned all he could here and needed new experience.
As the door opened, Novus found himself face to face with one of the masters. The master was one who had taken Novus aside for special training with the sword. A smile on his lips let Novus know there was only good news in the room. Returning the smile, Novus let the master leave as he entered.
“Sit down Journeyman Novus,” the MasterSmith said as Novus bowed in respect. “I hear you are eager to learn stretch your legs in the world and want an assignment although most of your elders feel you would be of better use here.”
“Yes sir.” Novus answered when the MasterSmith paused. “I have learned all I can here, and I think the best thing for my training would be experience. I know I’m younger than the other journeymen, but I am just as capable.”
“So your master has informed me.” Said the MasterSmith, with another broad smile, “He says you have a good mind and a sharp head on your shoulders. I need an open minded journeyman at Telgar Hold. The master there is getting old and he needs help to keep up with the demand. The other Journeymen asked to go elsewhere, so I’m left with you. Will that be a suitable station for you? It’s either that or stay here.”
The stern glare that the MasterSmith gave Novus let him know that he wasn’t allowed to argue, just make a choice. It was an easy one however, and Novus soon found himself packing his few belongings and tools, ready to make way to Telgar.*
Belongings: He carries with him only things of great value and importance in his life. At the moment that consists of three things; the haircut his mother gave him, the Sword he made for his testing to become a journeyman, and Kate his best friend and loyal cat.
