06-30-2014, 03:30 AM
Name: Bor
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Nation/Allegiance: Ilia
Appearance/Description: Bor is a huge, powerfully built man. Standing five inches over six feet whilst barefoot, he generally towers over others, and his great muscled frame makes his an imposing presence merely by existing. Basalt grey eyes peer out underneath bushy brown eyebrows framed by wild locks of hair, tumbling untamed from his head past his shoulders.
As a traveler, Bor has few changes of clothing, and whatever he wears is always covered by his armor: Scale maille atop banded leather wrapped around a fur coat. The armor is well cared for, but wearing nonetheless, as there is only so much one can do on the road.
Bor is never far from his spear, a great glaive with a monstrous heavy curved head. The blade is kept as sharp as possible, and Bor is constantly tending to it in his spare time.
Bor says little, choosing instead to watch everything around him, keeping his own council most of the time. He rarely speaks on whole sentences save for when he considers it absolutely necessary. And when he gets angry.
Bio/Backstory: He came from the Hills.
When Bor came out of the snow-covered hills of Ilia to the more civilized region of the icy country he was merely a boy, but he carried with him a spear twice as large as he, with the determination to use it. He never spoke to anyone of where he came from, but from his first encounter with the Ilian Mercenaries, he demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for warfare. Ilia may be known for it's Pegasus Knights before all else, but the unforgiving country breeds tough people of all kinds, and Bor is one of the toughest. He left Ilia once he had reached maturity and now wanders the southern countries, keeping his own council and traveling wherever his desire takes him.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Nation/Allegiance: Ilia
Appearance/Description: Bor is a huge, powerfully built man. Standing five inches over six feet whilst barefoot, he generally towers over others, and his great muscled frame makes his an imposing presence merely by existing. Basalt grey eyes peer out underneath bushy brown eyebrows framed by wild locks of hair, tumbling untamed from his head past his shoulders.
As a traveler, Bor has few changes of clothing, and whatever he wears is always covered by his armor: Scale maille atop banded leather wrapped around a fur coat. The armor is well cared for, but wearing nonetheless, as there is only so much one can do on the road.
Bor is never far from his spear, a great glaive with a monstrous heavy curved head. The blade is kept as sharp as possible, and Bor is constantly tending to it in his spare time.
Bor says little, choosing instead to watch everything around him, keeping his own council most of the time. He rarely speaks on whole sentences save for when he considers it absolutely necessary. And when he gets angry.
Bio/Backstory: He came from the Hills.
When Bor came out of the snow-covered hills of Ilia to the more civilized region of the icy country he was merely a boy, but he carried with him a spear twice as large as he, with the determination to use it. He never spoke to anyone of where he came from, but from his first encounter with the Ilian Mercenaries, he demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for warfare. Ilia may be known for it's Pegasus Knights before all else, but the unforgiving country breeds tough people of all kinds, and Bor is one of the toughest. He left Ilia once he had reached maturity and now wanders the southern countries, keeping his own council and traveling wherever his desire takes him.