Link/Leoorin Kitamae

 My first Application: 

OOC: Out of Character

IGN: thelegendmaster

Sources: I found the server on the Minecraft forums.

Why do you want to join?: I have loved roleplay since primary school (Elementary) and play many RP games. I also play Minecraft (obviously) and love servers that combine the two.

IC (In Character)

Name: Link Kitamae

IC Age: 200.

Race: Elf.

Profession: Serving in the Lorican army.

Class: Forager.

Background: I was born to a peasant Mother and a travelling, Elven, salesman. I never met my Father and my Mother died when I was only thirty. I spent the rest of my childhood with one of the town's skirmishers. He was five hundred years old when I was assigned to him.

Although I was a bastard nobody was ever unkind or obstructive to me. I was treated as family by everyone. The skirmisher - who went by the name of Fhaornik - passed into the hands of the ancient ones (died) when I was in my one hundreth year. Killed in action.

As one would expect having lived with a skirmisher I am very skilled in swordplay and archery. I live in his old house and am a forager hoping to be promoted soon. My main goal is to live a worthwhile life and make a name for myself. I love to travel and am well known at many Dwarven cities.





 My second and somewhat superfluous second application; 

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<p class="MsoNormal">Picture: None yet.

<p class="MsoNormal">Character Name: Leoorin Kitamae

<p class="MsoNormal">Age: 500

<p class="MsoNormal">Gender: Male

<p class="MsoNormal">Race: Elf

<p class="MsoNormal">Faction: Wood Elves

<p class="MsoNormal">Occupation: Lorican Army

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<p class="MsoNormal">Physical Appearance: Leoorin is average height for an Elf being 7' 3''. He wears a dark green tunic with criss-crossing leather belts, designed to attach his various pouches, scabbards, and general leather items for holding things to his body. He wears dark brown cotton trousers and a green half-cape, a symbol of the forests he holds so dear. Leoorin also has a green, silk, ceremonial belt held around him with a brown buckle. His dark, slightly greying hair (once blonde) is medium length with a middle parting at the front. His neatly trimmed facial hair measures approximately 0.7’’.

<p class="MsoNormal">Leoorin’s naked body is scarred and burned in places from the few tortures he has endured valiantly and wounds opened from bloody battles and arranged fights.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Special Skills: Leoorin is an extremely skilled bowman and swordsman having trained with the Lorican army, although he is very poor at magic, the best he can conjure is a Wolf spirit and only for a short time. Leoorin is an excellent strategiser and can outsmart even the cleverest of adversaries.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Character History:

<p class="MsoNormal">Leoorin was born of a despicable, whoring father and a poor mother forced to be wed to him. His father was born during a great battle, his cries mingled with the pain and anguish of the dying as he was evacuated from the womb. This is why his father was known as Kitamae Battleborn. His mother's family never had much money, so when the wealthy Kitamae battleborn came into their house and demanded the hand of pretty little Saria Leoorin, they could only jump for joy. Although their marriage did not turn out as the family had hoped.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Leoorin Kitamae was born at the base of the mother tree (I did some research!), the great Elven mage blessed him, but as his hand passed over the baby's head he saw a vision of the mother tree in flames and the body of Breig Taur burning with it. After long discussion with his apprentices, the mage told Saria and Kitamae that their son had to be taken away from the mother tree and brought up away, lest the dreaded fate befall all the Elves, a great sacrifice for the prosperity of many.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Having been in a drunken state whilst being told this news, Kitamae Battleborn demanded that Saria take their son, named in the Lorican temple as Leoorin Kitamae, and raise him on her own.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Saria rode for days; Leoorin in a small basket nestled between her legs, and passed through many forests until she found a small settlement, poorly erected in a forest grove. She noted the weapons and catapults hidden around the grove and, having looked more closely, identified the race as Dark Elves. Hastily, she rode on until night when she left Leoorin in the concave trunk of a wayward pine and hunted for firewood.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Saria returned to Leoorin half an hour later with a bundle of sticks and a tinderbox, she built a rock fireplace, built a small wigwam of stick and erected a contraption able to support the cooking pots she had taken with her. She began cooking, cutting beef loins into rough cubes and throwing them in amongst various spices and chicken stock. She rolled dumpings in her hands and threw them in as well. Soon she had a delicious broth bubbling and tasted it. It was still missing something so she searched the grove for a few minutes until she found a lush corner of mint. She added the mint for flavour and soon the broth was perfect. She ate three helpings and even managed to give Leoorin a cool spoonful which he approached with amusing, infant caution. Having decided the spoonful was safe; he ate it and found it was to his liking. With full, warm bellies, the mother and son fell asleep. Leoorin held tightly in Saria’s protective arms.

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<p class="MsoNormal">On the morrow, Saria awoke, picked up Leoorin and rode on through the woods. As the trees thinned and opened out onto a plain, she saw the transcendent spires of Cormyr Cathedral. It was here that she made a life for herself and learnt the ways of many cultures. Leoorin was growing up fast and was soon able to talk, often been told distorted stories of a heroic father, hardly the same man as the drunkard, Kitamae Battleborn.

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<p class="MsoNormal">One hundred and ten years later, following the death of his mother, Leoorin Kitamae returned to the mother tree, ignorant of the prophesised razing of the place he would call his home, should he return.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Significant Events in Aeonis: None yet.

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