Post by wardenfog on Dec 28, 2014 7:58:02 GMT
I've recently ventured into this world; but it seems like an accepting community and the best I could find to make a mark and accept my current role play.
Onto my original intent however
Name: Warden Fog
Place of Orgin: Qundalon , Anderfels (-In Thedas-)
Languages known: Anders, English
Age: 28
Gender:Male
Notable Features: A black beard under the blanket of darkness that hides his face. And emerald green eyes, with rugged hair.
Height: 6'3
Frame: Medium
Backstory:
Warden Fog grew up in Qundalon, Anderfels, the monarch focused more on the Wardens then its people. As such, the people looked to the Grey Wardens for support. Warden Fog's village often was assaulted by Darkspawn, while in the chaos of an assault while Fog was 10, Fog lost his mother; as his father had taken his life at age 3 and his siblings had fled for the Free Marches. Alone; he was put onto the streets of the village as the orphanage was too crowded and nobody was willing to take Fog in. Fog took to crime for 2 months, stealing from Wardens and merchants. In this time he found he'd often come across an odd substance, a flask of smoke. Curious, Fog had used this flask, upon its shatter, a smoke screen would always appear. Fog abandoned his true name, which is unknown today, and looked into these flasks of smoke, and there creation, eventually being able to make his own. As he began to master this flask, he heard Wardens outside, preparing for a Darkspawn battle, Fog determined to avenge his mother eagerly perused the Wardens, stalking from the shadows. He followed them for a time, the stone village of Qundalon seeming to mask him. As the streets shrouded him, he saw an ongoing darkspawn battle. The Wardens fell quickly to the darkspawn, them mercilessly cutting down each Warden. As the forces were repeatedly ripped, Fog ran in, taking a Greatsword from the corpse of a warden, his 10 year old body barely holding it. The iron suited Fog well, as he cut through the darkspawn, each time they'd corner him, he'd simply break a flask to escape the numbers of darkspawn. For hours he fought, the Grey Warden's forces that were issued to hold this area gone, until the last wave arrived. Fog, out of flasks and energy charged in, thinking "This would be the end, I know it'll be." He leaped into the crowd, blade first, impaling a darkspawn, the boy turned, horror in his eyes as they crowded them, but courageously, he lunged another, his fist hitting it with enough force from the punch to daze the darkspawn, as he grabbed its weapon, rolling and slicing it. He turned to the darkspawn that gathered, dashing in, weapon ready, he leaped up onto one, as he did so it stabbed him, throwing his corpse amongst the bodies of the others. As the darkspawn trampled him, his ears lost their power; and as did his vision. He awoke later, finding himself in a chapel of sorts. The chapels stain glass poured light into it, the shale bricks seeming to be positioned carefully, its clean, fresh smell and people inside. It was all strange, but Fog didn't question it. Upon turning his head, he found Wardens wounded, and a Warden walking towards him. This Warden convinced Fog to join the ranks; as he got darkspawn blood in him and would suffer a slow death if he did not. At age 10, he took part in the joining, becoming a member, always keeping the greatsword he acquired with him. The Wardens discovered an Eluvian and Warden Fog was tasked to go through the realms to protect them from the Blight, which is why he is here, now.
Anyone wishing to join the order, I created a link here: www.roblox.com/My/Groups.aspx?gid=1233561
Onto my original intent however
Name: Warden Fog
Place of Orgin: Qundalon , Anderfels (-In Thedas-)
Languages known: Anders, English
Age: 28
Gender:Male
Notable Features: A black beard under the blanket of darkness that hides his face. And emerald green eyes, with rugged hair.
Height: 6'3
Frame: Medium
Backstory:
Warden Fog grew up in Qundalon, Anderfels, the monarch focused more on the Wardens then its people. As such, the people looked to the Grey Wardens for support. Warden Fog's village often was assaulted by Darkspawn, while in the chaos of an assault while Fog was 10, Fog lost his mother; as his father had taken his life at age 3 and his siblings had fled for the Free Marches. Alone; he was put onto the streets of the village as the orphanage was too crowded and nobody was willing to take Fog in. Fog took to crime for 2 months, stealing from Wardens and merchants. In this time he found he'd often come across an odd substance, a flask of smoke. Curious, Fog had used this flask, upon its shatter, a smoke screen would always appear. Fog abandoned his true name, which is unknown today, and looked into these flasks of smoke, and there creation, eventually being able to make his own. As he began to master this flask, he heard Wardens outside, preparing for a Darkspawn battle, Fog determined to avenge his mother eagerly perused the Wardens, stalking from the shadows. He followed them for a time, the stone village of Qundalon seeming to mask him. As the streets shrouded him, he saw an ongoing darkspawn battle. The Wardens fell quickly to the darkspawn, them mercilessly cutting down each Warden. As the forces were repeatedly ripped, Fog ran in, taking a Greatsword from the corpse of a warden, his 10 year old body barely holding it. The iron suited Fog well, as he cut through the darkspawn, each time they'd corner him, he'd simply break a flask to escape the numbers of darkspawn. For hours he fought, the Grey Warden's forces that were issued to hold this area gone, until the last wave arrived. Fog, out of flasks and energy charged in, thinking "This would be the end, I know it'll be." He leaped into the crowd, blade first, impaling a darkspawn, the boy turned, horror in his eyes as they crowded them, but courageously, he lunged another, his fist hitting it with enough force from the punch to daze the darkspawn, as he grabbed its weapon, rolling and slicing it. He turned to the darkspawn that gathered, dashing in, weapon ready, he leaped up onto one, as he did so it stabbed him, throwing his corpse amongst the bodies of the others. As the darkspawn trampled him, his ears lost their power; and as did his vision. He awoke later, finding himself in a chapel of sorts. The chapels stain glass poured light into it, the shale bricks seeming to be positioned carefully, its clean, fresh smell and people inside. It was all strange, but Fog didn't question it. Upon turning his head, he found Wardens wounded, and a Warden walking towards him. This Warden convinced Fog to join the ranks; as he got darkspawn blood in him and would suffer a slow death if he did not. At age 10, he took part in the joining, becoming a member, always keeping the greatsword he acquired with him. The Wardens discovered an Eluvian and Warden Fog was tasked to go through the realms to protect them from the Blight, which is why he is here, now.
Anyone wishing to join the order, I created a link here: www.roblox.com/My/Groups.aspx?gid=1233561