Post by powrboi on Feb 16, 2012 20:00:56 GMT -5
MC Username: powrboi
How did you find out about this server:
One of my friends told me to check you guys out.
RP Name: Fyrrian
Age: 16
Race: Woras
Bio: Fyrrian grew up in a small Woras village on the coast. His mother and Father had abandoned him there as a one year old. Why they did this, none of the villagers knew. Other than the crazy homeless man, who claimed they were in rags when they left Fyrrian there. Being the only story of that night, Fyrrian choses to believe that they were poor and couldn't support him.
During his first years of life, Fyrrian was raised by the village elder, and was simply called "Dimitto, the abandoned one" (dimitto in Latin literally means abandon or leave) but once Fyrrian was old enough to walk, he was immediately drawn to fire, and how mystical and magical it appeared.
At around the age of 5 Fyrrian, still known as Dimitto, was playing nearby the local forge, and got a little to close the roaring furnace. Fyrrian had fallen into the furnace, and the whole thing was witnessed by the crazy old man. He began shouting that Dimitto had fallen into the furnace, but because of his nature, no-one believed him. That is, until 15 minutes later when the Blacksmith went to go check on his refining iron. To his surprise, instead of finding smelted iron, he found a five year old playing in the lava. He pulled out the boy using a pair of fire tongs, and presented him to the elder claiming "When I looked into my furnace I did not find Iron in there, nay, I found this lad playing in the furnace" the elder was baffled by this display of mastered pyromancy displayed by such a small boy. That's when the crazy old man began saying that "I remember the night he came to our village. the sky was as bright as noonday sun, and yet it was at least 50 lines until sunrise. I looked about me and beheld this boy coming down in a storm of fire!!" the elder looked upon the boy and said quietly "hmm, a storm of fire. a fire storm." he then announced "From this day forward our young dimitto shall be known as "Fyrrian, the blazing inferno"
as the years passed, Fyrrian was never able to show such pyromancy again as he had as a boy. Though he could still touch fire with his skin being completely unblemished, and if he touched lava, only a little reddened in color, he would still feel the pain that went with touching fire.
During his last few years at the village, the blacksmith made Fyrrian his apprentice and taught Fyrrian the basics of pyromancy, and later, how to get the fire to make things go boom. He was especially skilled with the forge and metalworking, the blacksmith noted, and quickly picked up what took the blaksmith years to learn, in only a few weeks.
At the age of 16 the blacksmith told Fyrrian to go to the main city to learn pyromancy at its finest, and to learn to be able to hone his ability of fire walking. Fyrrian packed his bags and headed toward the big city, in hopes that one day, he would be the best pyromancer the earth has ever seen.
How did you find out about this server:
One of my friends told me to check you guys out.
RP Name: Fyrrian
Age: 16
Race: Woras
Bio: Fyrrian grew up in a small Woras village on the coast. His mother and Father had abandoned him there as a one year old. Why they did this, none of the villagers knew. Other than the crazy homeless man, who claimed they were in rags when they left Fyrrian there. Being the only story of that night, Fyrrian choses to believe that they were poor and couldn't support him.
During his first years of life, Fyrrian was raised by the village elder, and was simply called "Dimitto, the abandoned one" (dimitto in Latin literally means abandon or leave) but once Fyrrian was old enough to walk, he was immediately drawn to fire, and how mystical and magical it appeared.
At around the age of 5 Fyrrian, still known as Dimitto, was playing nearby the local forge, and got a little to close the roaring furnace. Fyrrian had fallen into the furnace, and the whole thing was witnessed by the crazy old man. He began shouting that Dimitto had fallen into the furnace, but because of his nature, no-one believed him. That is, until 15 minutes later when the Blacksmith went to go check on his refining iron. To his surprise, instead of finding smelted iron, he found a five year old playing in the lava. He pulled out the boy using a pair of fire tongs, and presented him to the elder claiming "When I looked into my furnace I did not find Iron in there, nay, I found this lad playing in the furnace" the elder was baffled by this display of mastered pyromancy displayed by such a small boy. That's when the crazy old man began saying that "I remember the night he came to our village. the sky was as bright as noonday sun, and yet it was at least 50 lines until sunrise. I looked about me and beheld this boy coming down in a storm of fire!!" the elder looked upon the boy and said quietly "hmm, a storm of fire. a fire storm." he then announced "From this day forward our young dimitto shall be known as "Fyrrian, the blazing inferno"
as the years passed, Fyrrian was never able to show such pyromancy again as he had as a boy. Though he could still touch fire with his skin being completely unblemished, and if he touched lava, only a little reddened in color, he would still feel the pain that went with touching fire.
During his last few years at the village, the blacksmith made Fyrrian his apprentice and taught Fyrrian the basics of pyromancy, and later, how to get the fire to make things go boom. He was especially skilled with the forge and metalworking, the blacksmith noted, and quickly picked up what took the blaksmith years to learn, in only a few weeks.
At the age of 16 the blacksmith told Fyrrian to go to the main city to learn pyromancy at its finest, and to learn to be able to hone his ability of fire walking. Fyrrian packed his bags and headed toward the big city, in hopes that one day, he would be the best pyromancer the earth has ever seen.
