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<blockquote data-quote="Pinotage" data-source="post: 4125283" data-attributes="member: 15194"><p><strong>Armarantan of Borne, Human Cleric</strong></p><p></p><p>[SBLOCK=Background]Armarantan of Borne watched the sun rise over the hill, his armor glinting as the fine links caught the early morning rays. He sat quietly by himself on a solitary rock on the tallest hill in the area around Borne. The morning was a time of reflection, a time to devote himself to the matters of his faith. But this morning he found himself casting his mind's eye back to the events of years before. Because, unlike every other morning that he'd come up here to cherish the sun and his faith, this moment was different. It was exactly a year since it had happened.</p><p></p><p>Rose had been the most glorious jewel, a previous stone that's clarity and beauty could rival even the sparkling sun. She was, according to his parents, not the most suitable woman, but the fire that burnt in her was captivating. It enhanced his faith, fueled it and gave it new meaning. Here on this earth he had reason to worship something else other than the radiance of the sun. But she'd quickly darkened. And the pain of the event still cut his heart every time he thought about it. Killed, not by accident, not even by something worthy, but by the humiliation of swarms of lowly kobolds that had nearly killed him and cut her to pieces.</p><p></p><p>He tried not to reflect too much on that day. The mistakes he'd made, the things he could've changed. And the parting from his parents at the funeral. 'Good riddance' is not a comment that any son wanted to overhear.</p><p></p><p>Life continued, his faith continued, though it was subdued. And as the days past, he started to change, to find again an inner fire - some sort of radiant madness with which to quench the hurt and pain. Sighing heavily, he stood up, tall and handsome, his outfit and armor meticulous in cleanliness and organisation. Borne had given birth to him, raised him, shown him life beyond what he could've expected. Now it was time to make a life away from Borne. Armarantan of Borne would rise to the challenge.[/SBLOCK]</p><p></p><p>[SBLOCK=Description]Armarantan is a tall, blond-haired man with sharp chiselled features and a finely sculpted look. His appearance is meticulous, though his mood is sombre and often serious. His eyes are a deep blue, and they hide a life experienced and richness of joy mingled with dark patches of sadness. He wears a shiny coat of chain mail armor, each link polished and clean, though most of the time it is hidden beneath a cream tunic. In a hidden pocket of his tunic is a single embroided handkerchief, a lasting memory of Rose.[/SBLOCK]</p><p></p><p>[SBLOCK=Personality]Armarantan is a serious, though often unpredictable individual. He is prone in recent years to acts of rashness, thought to be the result of a complete lack of fear for his own life. He values other people's lifes, though, and their opinions, and is a willing listener. He hides a hidden anger at both himself and the unrighteousness of the world, and is prone to bouts of rage and flashes of uncalled-for madness. Throught it all he holds fast to his faith, and believes that religion offers a better life to those that have little hope. He has a tendency to be cynical at times, and can often be called humourless.[/SBLOCK]</p><p></p><p>[SBLOCK=Armarantan of Borne]<img src="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=33135&stc=1" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />[/SBLOCK]</p><p></p><p>[SBLOCK=Armarantan of Borne]<img src="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=33136&stc=1" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />[/SBLOCK]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Pinotage, post: 4125283, member: 15194"] [b]Armarantan of Borne, Human Cleric[/b] [SBLOCK=Background]Armarantan of Borne watched the sun rise over the hill, his armor glinting as the fine links caught the early morning rays. He sat quietly by himself on a solitary rock on the tallest hill in the area around Borne. The morning was a time of reflection, a time to devote himself to the matters of his faith. But this morning he found himself casting his mind's eye back to the events of years before. Because, unlike every other morning that he'd come up here to cherish the sun and his faith, this moment was different. It was exactly a year since it had happened. Rose had been the most glorious jewel, a previous stone that's clarity and beauty could rival even the sparkling sun. She was, according to his parents, not the most suitable woman, but the fire that burnt in her was captivating. It enhanced his faith, fueled it and gave it new meaning. Here on this earth he had reason to worship something else other than the radiance of the sun. But she'd quickly darkened. And the pain of the event still cut his heart every time he thought about it. Killed, not by accident, not even by something worthy, but by the humiliation of swarms of lowly kobolds that had nearly killed him and cut her to pieces. He tried not to reflect too much on that day. The mistakes he'd made, the things he could've changed. And the parting from his parents at the funeral. 'Good riddance' is not a comment that any son wanted to overhear. Life continued, his faith continued, though it was subdued. And as the days past, he started to change, to find again an inner fire - some sort of radiant madness with which to quench the hurt and pain. Sighing heavily, he stood up, tall and handsome, his outfit and armor meticulous in cleanliness and organisation. Borne had given birth to him, raised him, shown him life beyond what he could've expected. Now it was time to make a life away from Borne. Armarantan of Borne would rise to the challenge.[/SBLOCK] [SBLOCK=Description]Armarantan is a tall, blond-haired man with sharp chiselled features and a finely sculpted look. His appearance is meticulous, though his mood is sombre and often serious. His eyes are a deep blue, and they hide a life experienced and richness of joy mingled with dark patches of sadness. He wears a shiny coat of chain mail armor, each link polished and clean, though most of the time it is hidden beneath a cream tunic. In a hidden pocket of his tunic is a single embroided handkerchief, a lasting memory of Rose.[/SBLOCK] [SBLOCK=Personality]Armarantan is a serious, though often unpredictable individual. He is prone in recent years to acts of rashness, thought to be the result of a complete lack of fear for his own life. He values other people's lifes, though, and their opinions, and is a willing listener. He hides a hidden anger at both himself and the unrighteousness of the world, and is prone to bouts of rage and flashes of uncalled-for madness. Throught it all he holds fast to his faith, and believes that religion offers a better life to those that have little hope. He has a tendency to be cynical at times, and can often be called humourless.[/SBLOCK] [SBLOCK=Armarantan of Borne][IMG]http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=33135&stc=1[/IMG][/SBLOCK] [SBLOCK=Armarantan of Borne][IMG]http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=33136&stc=1[/IMG][/SBLOCK] [/QUOTE]
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