Aedrabani

That got changed, thank God.

Character Name Basic Information Nicknames: Ren Age: 12 Gender: Male Race: Highlander Status: Noble son of Viscount Bryce Vimmark Description Height: 5'5" Weight: 110 Lbs Body Type: Strong and tall for his age, he looks every bit a soldier in the making. Eyes: Deep blue Hair: Soft brown Skin: Uh. White? Markings/Tattoos: Gruesome burn scar on his stomach as a result of fighting a basilisk Health: Very healthy. Personality: He is very strongwilled and stubborn. Rendon loves his family and would do anything to further their causes. Life Style Alignment: Neutral good, I suppose. Deity: Canon Religion: Canonism Alliance/Nation/Home House Vimmark, Saltstone, and the Brotherhood of the Golden Crozier Job/Class: Squire Title(s): Noble, squire. Flaw(s): Prone to dark moods, seeming overly cold at times. Weaponry Fighting Style: He wields a two-handed blade which glimmers a sickly green as a result of being coated in the blood of a fallen basilisk. Rendon's History Rendon is the second son of Viscount Bryce Vimmark of Saltstone. His grandfather was the Emperor Edmund the First, bearing imperial blood through his legitimized father. He was neglected by his father for most of his early childhood, rarely seeing him and often adventuring on his own, getting into more trouble than he could handle. Upon one such hunt, for which he was told they were hunting a snake, he found himself facing a basilisk. The monster stretched fifty feet long and had a gaping maw that swallowed an orc whole. Upon the beast's death, which occurred when the orc cut his way out of the beast from within; he coated his blade in its blood, lending a sickly hue to it. Basilisk blood sickens and cripples those struck by its taint. He is dear friends to a boy named Jory, also from Saltstone, and together they are squires under the House of Ashford de Bar. Rendon himself is the Lord of Drusco's own squire, learning to become a great knight like his father. He is an ambitious little ****, never remembering how young he is.

OOC: Skype name: you already have it Username: Aedrabani IC: Name: Rendon Vimmark Reasons for applying: Squire Do you agree to PK if RP is done appropriately and well?: Yes

MC-Name: Aedrabani RP-Name: Olaf Thorsson Skype: (Pm if you desire) blackbeardfortwo Profession: Fisher Have you teamspeak?: (It's not optional.) Ye Time-zone: PST Do you agree to our PK Agreement stated below?: Ye

Given Name: Casimir Family of Origin: Tide Years of Age: 23 Province of Origin: Courland Prior Occupation: Soldier Battlefield Experience: Extensive Reason for Interest: Service [[OOC]] Username: Aedrabani Skype ID: blackbeardfortwo

Born of snow and steel, the Tides lived in the mountains in utter seclusion. They were few, haggard by any measure, and the ice ran thick in their blood. The winters upon the mountain killed any joy that struggled to survive in that desolate place; and in one such winter came their desolation. The old patriarch of Tide fell ill, slept, and never woke. Upon his brow he wore a crown of carved pine, passed from patriarch to patriarch as their family dwindled. Upon his death, his eldest son was in Felsen trading furs for goods to bring home. Casimir was his name, thirteen years of age and growing stronger by the day. He returned home to his family to find his brothers and mother around his father's grave in the snow. At his feet they placed the pine crown, and called him Patriarch of Tide. He never wanted the shabby crown, and never wanted to stay in those damned mountains to scratch out a meager living as his blood ran cold. Casimir sent his family to Kvaz, to live amongst the subjects of the Sarkozics; and left with his brother to serve in the army of Oren. For ten years they served one master or another, hacking out a life for themselves by the steel of their blades. They fought for sellsword companies, for sailor merchants in fear of pirates, and for noble families as a household guard. After leaving a cruel master who demanded of Casimir to slay a child in swaddling clothes, Casimir and Alexei returned to Felsen to find a new patron and a more stable life in Felsen. There they found themselves under the banner of the Vallberg brothers and swore their swords to their defense. ((Thank you for reading, even if my bio-writing skills are more than a bit shabby.))