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Feiraldin
Legacy Name: Feiraldin
The
Spectrum CelinoxOwner:
MythrienAge: 13 years, 6 months, 3 weeks
Born: October 20th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 6 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: October 20th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 38
- Strength: 92
- Defense: 92
- Speed: 92
- Health: 92
- HP: 88/92
- Intelligence: 47
- Books Read: 47
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Feiraldin, named after the land of his birth, is a whimsical traveler, merchant, and bard who does his best to keep a positive outlook on life despite the difficulties that life presents and challenges him with.
His world was thrown into constant chaos by the ravages of war. The Rift, a great ravine that cleaved the land in two, was responsible for a good portion of this. A Hell-Spawn portal, dark creatures occasionally find the means to travel from their shadowy and corrupted plains of existence to the material world through the rift. And of course, whoever controls the power of opening and closing the rift holds power over the land and its inhabitant. Therefore, the residents of his plane are constantly feuding and warring over control over the rift and the demons that can be pulled and used as slaves from within it.
Over the past hundred years this warring between nations has caused a profound separation between the lands peoples and has only deepened the hate and resentment the citizens of rival countries feel for one another. Travel between nations is risky business because there is little regulation on the roads- the soldiers are all far too busy fighting other nations. In these especially dark times, if the monsters don't kill you, the bandits and pirates surely will...
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Feiraldin's Bio:
Age:
Around his early to mid twenties. He thinks himself to be in the 'prime of his life' and so makes a point of trying to do everything he can no matter what sort of trouble that might put him in.
Height:
Human Form: Around 5'7".
Animal Form: 4'0"
Weight: Well, that's a bit rude, isn't it?
Human Form: 145 pounds
Animal Form: Around 118 pounds
Occupation: Just a bit of everything really. Anything that'll rake in the dough~!
An opportunist by nature, Feiraldin has had his paws in just about every sort of job he can manage to worm his way into. He's not very good at staying in one place for too long however, so usually just as soon as he lands a job he abandons it just as quickly. The only thing he's truly stuck with is peddling off all the junk he manages to pick up on his travels and spinning tall tales of valor and adventure for coin. He's a terrible liar and his 'silver tongue' brings him more trouble than anything else.
He makes sure to take no sides in the war over the Rift however and would rather forget that awful black scar was even there at all. Ignorance is bliss after all. While Feiralden has a loose tongue and will talk just about anyone's ear off if they let him, he rarely speaks about himself or anything to do with his past. This may be because he is a renegade noble, or simply because he finds his life before he left his house terribly boring and unworthy of mention. And despite his noble heritage he's constantly poor because he refuses to accept handouts or anything that in his minds eye he hasn't earned.
But that's okay- being poor is pretty cool and all. And begging is the best sort of way to be an annoyance to people! Sometimes if you're real lucky, and they get super annoyed, they throw stuff at you! Like food! It's great!
His world was thrown into constant chaos by the ravages of war. The Rift, a great ravine that cleaved the land in two, was responsible for a good portion of this. A Hell-Spawn portal, dark creatures occasionally find the means to travel from their shadowy and corrupted plains of existence to the material world through the rift. And of course, whoever controls the power of opening and closing the rift holds power over the land and its inhabitant. Therefore, the residents of his plane are constantly feuding and warring over control over the rift and the demons that can be pulled and used as slaves from within it.
Over the past hundred years this warring between nations has caused a profound separation between the lands peoples and has only deepened the hate and resentment the citizens of rival countries feel for one another. Travel between nations is risky business because there is little regulation on the roads- the soldiers are all far too busy fighting other nations. In these especially dark times, if the monsters don't kill you, the bandits and pirates surely will...
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Feiraldin's Bio:
Age:
Around his early to mid twenties. He thinks himself to be in the 'prime of his life' and so makes a point of trying to do everything he can no matter what sort of trouble that might put him in.
Height:
Human Form: Around 5'7".
Animal Form: 4'0"
Weight: Well, that's a bit rude, isn't it?
Human Form: 145 pounds
Animal Form: Around 118 pounds
Occupation: Just a bit of everything really. Anything that'll rake in the dough~!
An opportunist by nature, Feiraldin has had his paws in just about every sort of job he can manage to worm his way into. He's not very good at staying in one place for too long however, so usually just as soon as he lands a job he abandons it just as quickly. The only thing he's truly stuck with is peddling off all the junk he manages to pick up on his travels and spinning tall tales of valor and adventure for coin. He's a terrible liar and his 'silver tongue' brings him more trouble than anything else.
He makes sure to take no sides in the war over the Rift however and would rather forget that awful black scar was even there at all. Ignorance is bliss after all. While Feiralden has a loose tongue and will talk just about anyone's ear off if they let him, he rarely speaks about himself or anything to do with his past. This may be because he is a renegade noble, or simply because he finds his life before he left his house terribly boring and unworthy of mention. And despite his noble heritage he's constantly poor because he refuses to accept handouts or anything that in his minds eye he hasn't earned.
But that's okay- being poor is pretty cool and all. And begging is the best sort of way to be an annoyance to people! Sometimes if you're real lucky, and they get super annoyed, they throw stuff at you! Like food! It's great!
Pet Treasure
Acoustic Guitar
Silver Flute
Prima Violin
Ginger Rum
Drinking Games with Friends