Post by elven on Aug 1, 2009 16:56:10 GMT -5
VITAL INFORMATION:
Name: Ackert Ormerod
Age: Appears to be in his mid-twenties, though is actually in his late 2000s.
Gender: Male
Rank: Tracker
Kingdom: Alliance
DETAILS:
Appearance: Ackert is a very classy individual, normally wearing black pants, a colored vest, and a jacket; his hair, which if left alone falls in crimson waves to his mid back is normally kept back in a neat ponytail.
As far as his features went they were rather strong, his jaw was square, his cheekbones chiseled, and his nose almost sharp. From a past life he has tattoos on his back and shoulders; they signify his old standing with his tribe. They tell a story of his life then…
Personality: He has a warm, inviting personality, that even if given a cold shoulder would smile at it. Though it is sometimes irritating it can also soften most. Due to this irritating charm he has an innate ability to get people to let their guards down while not letting his own down, so while he may know everything about you, you may know nothing of him.
History: He was born into a tribe that never held allegiance to any. They lived by themselves and died by themselves, defending only their land. When the Great Wars began to happen he found himself drawn to a side, for the first time in his life. He left his tribe and began to fight for the side he felt was right, now that fight was between Alliance and Horde; he of course chose Alliance.
Since he has been here he has been asked to go on a few missions to find missing people, or to find suspected spies, though his time here has been spent mostly quietly tending to the land around his cottage home.
Family: Deceased.
Other:He does not have the wings in the picture.
OUT OF CHARACTER:
Name: Elven
Roleplaying Experience: 5-6 years. I don’t know.
How'd you find us?: Alli
Roleplaying Example:
“Why hello there,” the warm voice hit the young ears of the woman and caused her to turn. She flushed some when she saw this man, he was wearing no shirt and looked as though he’d been fussing around in the garden he was now standing in. “You lost?” he asked coming away from the garden to stand in front of her.
“The forest, though guarded,” he looked around. “Is no place for a lady, or really anyone, in times like these you can never be too sure.” He flashed a charming smile and looked towards the trees once again. Maybe it was just his imagination. He chuckled. “Would you like an escort back to town, Miss?”
She blinked, stunned, and then came back. “Uhm, yes, please.” She returned the smile.
“Just give me a moment,” he said and went inside. When he returned he was dressed and he was cleaned off; he’d even pulled his hair back. “Alright then,” he said with a smile. “Let’s go.” He put his arm out to her and in that manner escorted her back to the town, and even to her door.
