Post by Speaks-With-Silver on Mar 14, 2008 18:22:52 GMT -5
Name: Adri Dauru
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Redguard
Guild: The Arena, Ex-Fighters' Guild
Rank: Hero, Ex-Guardian
Weapons: Weapons are for wimps, Adri deals the damage with his fists!
Magicka: A very limited amount of Restoration magicka is all Adri will ever use.
Armor/Clothing: When in the Arena itself, Adri, of course, wears the blue team's light raiment. Outside of that, Adri is garbed with a specially crafted suit of of armour: lightweight, and allowing him a free range of movement, yet still relatively strong. Distinctive are a pair of boots and gauntlets (the armour consisting of cuirass and greaves only). The gauntlets are a pair of particularly fine fur, complete with claws, whilst the boots are also lined with a similar white fur.
Horse: Adri much prefers utilising his own two feet to get from A to B, but if he absolutely has to, he will use a thoroughbred black as his mount: nothing but the best for one of the arena's elite.
Residence: Adri, for the most part, can be found in the Imperial city, living on the waterfront in a shack which he has converted into a personal training area. However, if he is not at home, then the greatest of luck in finding him: he could be anywhere in Cyrodill.
Appearance: For his age, Adri looks incredibly youthful, appearing almost to be a teenager four years his junior, which is a source of a great deal of irritation for him. Indeed, many times, he has been refused alcohol and other such things because he appears to young to be served these drinks. Almost incapable of growing a beard, this only accentuates the trait. Adri keeps his dark hair short and wears a bandana. Smiles rarely grace Adri's lips, and his brown eyes are almost perpetually narrowed. Despite the near-constant frown, Adri is still rather good looking, although he usually pretends not to notice any envious glances or flirtacious approaches he receives.
Personality: Adri is not in the least bit interested in friends, and it shows in every aspect of his manner: at best, he is brusque, at worst, downright intolerable. He doesn't like people, and he doesn't like interruptions to his schedule, and he makes no secret of it, and will not hesitate to verbally (or on occasion physically) blast anybody who irritates him. Seemingly lacking any sense of humour, Adri never laughs, or even cracks a smile - at least in the ordinary sense. Whilst he is fighting, Adri comes alive, grinning and laughing cheerily even as he decimates whoever it is he is fighting. Adri's scant virtues include his determination; even in the face of insurmountable odds, and a loose code of honour. Hard to get along with as he may be, Adri never lies, never steals, and is very law-abiding, although, at times, he can be found on the wrong side of the Watch when he instigates a brawl.
History: Adri never saw Hammerfell, he was born and raised in Cyrodill, in Cheydinhal, and from a young age, he aspired to be a great warrior, as young boys are wont to do. However, amidst the games and mock-fights with the other children - many of whom shared this same ambition, there was always something a little different about Adri. He took all of the games very seriously, at times, it might be considered too much so, and where others began to grow out of their typical child's aspirations, Adri's remained.
The Redguard, as a teenager, had already become somewhat notorious for having the best punch out of anybody they knew, and it was suggested many times that he become a trainer. His reply to that was characteristically short.
"If they want to improve, they can do it themselves. Nobody ever helped me in becoming as good as I am: why should I assist them?"
It was pretty much a foregone conclusion that Adri was going to become restless: there were simply no challenges in Cheydinhal. Eventually, Adri joined the Fighters' guild. Although initially he was well received, since he was always willing to work hard and never seemed to tire of taking contracts, Adri soon began to attract dislike due to his unfriendlyness and general nature. His promotion was rapid, but by the time he reached Guardian rank, Adri was a cold, unforgiving person.
Eventually Adri was expelled from the guild altogether after he picked one too many fights with his guildmates. He had the opportunity to redeem himself: as indeed is offered to all those cast out, but he simply laughed in the face of the contracter and left the guild, never to return. Adri headed for the Imperial City, hoping to find some kind of mecercenary work, or simply another challenge. However, he encountered great difficulty in securing work, as almost nobody would hire him more than once. One day, his funds almost entirely depleted, Adri happened to walk past the Arena building, the Redguard heard the cheers, paused, then slowly smiled. Perhaps this would provide the challenge he so desperately craved.
Adri took to the arena like a duck to water, and his advancement through the ranks was meteroic, until it stopped dead at Hero rank. The Champion of the Arena at the time was both on the Blue Team, and more importantly to Adri: better than him. It grated on him that there was somebody who he couldn't beat: even when they sparred together. If it was a matter of life and death, as it is in the Arena itself, Adri would have been killed. Never mind the Champion was more than ten years older than Adri, and far more experienced. The Redguard simply couldn't bear to be second best.
Now, Adri trains intensely, pushing his body to extremes and beyond, hoping against hope to improve enough to reach the pinnacle of his chosen profession. The Grand Championship beckons, but remains elusive, just out of reach...
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Redguard
Guild: The Arena, Ex-Fighters' Guild
Rank: Hero, Ex-Guardian
Weapons: Weapons are for wimps, Adri deals the damage with his fists!
Magicka: A very limited amount of Restoration magicka is all Adri will ever use.
Armor/Clothing: When in the Arena itself, Adri, of course, wears the blue team's light raiment. Outside of that, Adri is garbed with a specially crafted suit of of armour: lightweight, and allowing him a free range of movement, yet still relatively strong. Distinctive are a pair of boots and gauntlets (the armour consisting of cuirass and greaves only). The gauntlets are a pair of particularly fine fur, complete with claws, whilst the boots are also lined with a similar white fur.
Horse: Adri much prefers utilising his own two feet to get from A to B, but if he absolutely has to, he will use a thoroughbred black as his mount: nothing but the best for one of the arena's elite.
Residence: Adri, for the most part, can be found in the Imperial city, living on the waterfront in a shack which he has converted into a personal training area. However, if he is not at home, then the greatest of luck in finding him: he could be anywhere in Cyrodill.
Appearance: For his age, Adri looks incredibly youthful, appearing almost to be a teenager four years his junior, which is a source of a great deal of irritation for him. Indeed, many times, he has been refused alcohol and other such things because he appears to young to be served these drinks. Almost incapable of growing a beard, this only accentuates the trait. Adri keeps his dark hair short and wears a bandana. Smiles rarely grace Adri's lips, and his brown eyes are almost perpetually narrowed. Despite the near-constant frown, Adri is still rather good looking, although he usually pretends not to notice any envious glances or flirtacious approaches he receives.
Personality: Adri is not in the least bit interested in friends, and it shows in every aspect of his manner: at best, he is brusque, at worst, downright intolerable. He doesn't like people, and he doesn't like interruptions to his schedule, and he makes no secret of it, and will not hesitate to verbally (or on occasion physically) blast anybody who irritates him. Seemingly lacking any sense of humour, Adri never laughs, or even cracks a smile - at least in the ordinary sense. Whilst he is fighting, Adri comes alive, grinning and laughing cheerily even as he decimates whoever it is he is fighting. Adri's scant virtues include his determination; even in the face of insurmountable odds, and a loose code of honour. Hard to get along with as he may be, Adri never lies, never steals, and is very law-abiding, although, at times, he can be found on the wrong side of the Watch when he instigates a brawl.
History: Adri never saw Hammerfell, he was born and raised in Cyrodill, in Cheydinhal, and from a young age, he aspired to be a great warrior, as young boys are wont to do. However, amidst the games and mock-fights with the other children - many of whom shared this same ambition, there was always something a little different about Adri. He took all of the games very seriously, at times, it might be considered too much so, and where others began to grow out of their typical child's aspirations, Adri's remained.
The Redguard, as a teenager, had already become somewhat notorious for having the best punch out of anybody they knew, and it was suggested many times that he become a trainer. His reply to that was characteristically short.
"If they want to improve, they can do it themselves. Nobody ever helped me in becoming as good as I am: why should I assist them?"
It was pretty much a foregone conclusion that Adri was going to become restless: there were simply no challenges in Cheydinhal. Eventually, Adri joined the Fighters' guild. Although initially he was well received, since he was always willing to work hard and never seemed to tire of taking contracts, Adri soon began to attract dislike due to his unfriendlyness and general nature. His promotion was rapid, but by the time he reached Guardian rank, Adri was a cold, unforgiving person.
Eventually Adri was expelled from the guild altogether after he picked one too many fights with his guildmates. He had the opportunity to redeem himself: as indeed is offered to all those cast out, but he simply laughed in the face of the contracter and left the guild, never to return. Adri headed for the Imperial City, hoping to find some kind of mecercenary work, or simply another challenge. However, he encountered great difficulty in securing work, as almost nobody would hire him more than once. One day, his funds almost entirely depleted, Adri happened to walk past the Arena building, the Redguard heard the cheers, paused, then slowly smiled. Perhaps this would provide the challenge he so desperately craved.
Adri took to the arena like a duck to water, and his advancement through the ranks was meteroic, until it stopped dead at Hero rank. The Champion of the Arena at the time was both on the Blue Team, and more importantly to Adri: better than him. It grated on him that there was somebody who he couldn't beat: even when they sparred together. If it was a matter of life and death, as it is in the Arena itself, Adri would have been killed. Never mind the Champion was more than ten years older than Adri, and far more experienced. The Redguard simply couldn't bear to be second best.
Now, Adri trains intensely, pushing his body to extremes and beyond, hoping against hope to improve enough to reach the pinnacle of his chosen profession. The Grand Championship beckons, but remains elusive, just out of reach...