Post by Kilian Ruseaux on Dec 9, 2004 22:08:37 GMT -5
Full name: Kilian Draey Ruseaux
Common name: Kilian Ruseaux
Age: Approximately 30
Birthplace: Tenaria
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Clothing: White cloak, crimson sash, leather boots, tunic and pants.
Armour: Crimson armour with lioncrest symbol.
Profile Information: Kilian Ruseaux was born in a small fishing village. His father was a nobleman who controlled the imports and exports, his mother, an elven maid in his household. Kilian later left the village after an attack by a band of theives. When he grew up he claimed himself the king of a patch of uncharted land which later became known as Arlus, now home to the Calorians. He had formed a clan called the Calorian Knights of Arlus, which prospered for a short time, but like a flame, it dimmed, and the dream was extinguished. Now he seeks to find a place among Ulster.
Sample Paragraph: :The moon beams shined their glorious light down from the heavens and upon Kilian Ruseaux. He was a tall man, his hair, longer in length, and his eyes, the color of amber. His armour gleamed from these glorious moonbeams and his body lit up with a heavenly aura. This was no doubt the body of a King. He was perched atop his white steed near the castle gates, his posture, that also of a man fit to be King. His sword was clenched tightly to his hand, his tower shield clenched in the other. His sword, stained with crimson blood, his shield, pierced with arrows. He was undoubtfully...a King. With a quick glance at his now prosperous kingdom, he dismounted from the steed and moved to the warm comforts of his castle. He strode into the throne room, a room in which he had not seen for months due to the call to arms. He took his place upon the throne, hopeing to one day take his place among his ancestors.
Common name: Kilian Ruseaux
Age: Approximately 30
Birthplace: Tenaria
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Clothing: White cloak, crimson sash, leather boots, tunic and pants.
Armour: Crimson armour with lioncrest symbol.
Profile Information: Kilian Ruseaux was born in a small fishing village. His father was a nobleman who controlled the imports and exports, his mother, an elven maid in his household. Kilian later left the village after an attack by a band of theives. When he grew up he claimed himself the king of a patch of uncharted land which later became known as Arlus, now home to the Calorians. He had formed a clan called the Calorian Knights of Arlus, which prospered for a short time, but like a flame, it dimmed, and the dream was extinguished. Now he seeks to find a place among Ulster.
Sample Paragraph: :The moon beams shined their glorious light down from the heavens and upon Kilian Ruseaux. He was a tall man, his hair, longer in length, and his eyes, the color of amber. His armour gleamed from these glorious moonbeams and his body lit up with a heavenly aura. This was no doubt the body of a King. He was perched atop his white steed near the castle gates, his posture, that also of a man fit to be King. His sword was clenched tightly to his hand, his tower shield clenched in the other. His sword, stained with crimson blood, his shield, pierced with arrows. He was undoubtfully...a King. With a quick glance at his now prosperous kingdom, he dismounted from the steed and moved to the warm comforts of his castle. He strode into the throne room, a room in which he had not seen for months due to the call to arms. He took his place upon the throne, hopeing to one day take his place among his ancestors.
