Golden Perch Discussion Thread

[Sephiroth]

Here I go... I hope it's acceptable

NAME: Ethelgar Derathol

AGE: 27

RACE: Man

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: regular, worn, one-handed sword he received from his grandfather. Ethelgar values it very much and calls it by its name, Falconbeak (probably given after an unusual deformation the sword has on its tip). Despite that, people tend to think it was bought in the nearest blacksmith.

APPEARANCE: Dark hair and white skin, average height for a man, strong arms. He has a small but visible scar in the left side of his face and an ugly, short beard he insists maintaining. Always wears a brown coat.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Thinks he's a great, noble man, heir of a long forgotten family tradition, and sometimes forgets his parents were just peasants. Ethelgar is better than average with his sword, but tends to think he’s better than he actually is. Loyal to his friends, even the ones he just met, and takes that very seriously. Sometimes gets afraid in dangerous situations, but he will threat to kill anyone who mentions that.

HISTORY: Ethelgar was born near Underharrow, south of Edoras. His parents were simple people, living humbly from the manual labor in the fields. Ethelgar never gave them much attention, using all his free time talking to his grandparent Heredron, father of his father. The old man loved to tell Ethelgar how his ancestors were once important, famous and glorious, knights of Rohan’s King Personal Guard – but never mentioned why or how all this tradition was lost, and the boy never asked. Ethelgar’s parents told him that all those stories were just an old man’s delusional thoughts, but he didn’t listen to them, and kept dreaming about himself with all that importance, fame and glory.

One day Heredron passed away from his old age, and left Falconbeak to his grandson. The boy was 17 at that time, and with the sword in his hand, left his house in the search for adventures. And an adventure he found sooner than expected, being beaten badly by a group of thieves in a forest only some miles away from his parents’ house. Ethelgar fought them bravely, but there were three of them and soon he was overwhelmed. When all hope was about to be lost, a group of woodsmen heard the sounds of the battle and ran for the rescue, axes blazing and heads rolling. Ethelgar survived with a scar on his face and a broken spirit: he felt he was not ready for the fame, glory and importance. So he started living with the woodsmen that had saved him, working and training, dreaming one day he could walk Arda with Falconbeak once again. And now, ten years after, he thinks his time has come.