Post by Aiden of Naxen on Jun 24, 2008 15:56:03 GMT -5
Hidden behind the mask
Name: Den
Age: 16
Email: animalia@cox.net
RP Experience: About two years now.
The Mask
Name: Aiden of Naxen
Age: 18
Place of birth: Naxen Fief
Gender: male
Home: Naxen/The Palace
Position: Knight
Cannon or original: Canon
Face claim: Rupert Grint
Appearance: Aiden has shaggy red hair that reaches part way down his neck. It frames a pale, freckled face with light green eyes of an almost jade color. He usually has a smile of some kind on his face, though usually of the reckless and thingyy sort.
His build is lanky, seemingly all arms and legs. He’s also very tall, not as tall as any Goldenlake but easily reaching a height above average. His muscles are more wiry than bulky, making him look weaker than he is. He’s decidedly smaller than his father was at his age, not in height but in overall bulk. That version of size he appears to have inherited from his grandfather.
Personality: Aiden is restless, he doesn’t like to stay in one place. He’s also fidgety and can’t sit still. His need to move is practically legendary among those in his age group. He has a rather developed sense of sarcasm, inherited from his father.
He’s kind of reckless, jumping into a situation without thinking it through first. He says what’s on his mind without thoughts to the consequences. These actions have gotten him into all sorts of trouble.
History: Aiden grew up both at The Palace and his home Fief of Naxen. He never really understood his father’s job. I mean, why become a knight if you didn’t run around Tortall doing stuff?
He became a page at the usual age of ten, already knowing the Palace better than the older boy assigned as his sponsor. He went through his physical classes with flying colors, having no issues at all. But he had trouble sitting still and concentrating in the academic classes. He managed to just squeak by in those and gain the rank of squire. He was picked up by a Knight Master with no problems and went through those four years happily. Following his knight master around the realm, fighting battles and loving the life on the road. He made it through his Ordeal shaken but still whole and became a Knight. Now he roams the land on his own, never staying in any one place very long.
RP sample: Kell Tainer looked around in confusion. He could have sworn that he had been in his bathroom just a moment ago. But now he was standing barefoot in a twisty hall of mirrors wearing only a pair of sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt. Really, where was the justice in this? He didn't even have a glow rod, much less a blaster or even one tiny little explosive in case of an emergency. He tried to remember how he had gotten here and only remembered closing the mirror backed door on his medicine cabinet back home. Then there as a sensation of falling and he had landed here. So with a shrug he started poking all the mirrors around him. Anything? Nope.
"Well Kriff..." He muttered, looking around. It was just a tad chilly and he rubbed his arms briskly while he thought up a plan B. He finally settled on walking and picked a direction at random to set off in. He hoped it was the right way. As he walked he trailed his hand along the mirrors, hoping to fall through one and end up back home. Or wake up and find out this was all some sort of whacked out dream.
Secret word: Lioness
