The Raven Tower
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Johnathon Brisbane
Johnathon Brisbane
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 175
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Green
Physique: Toned Athletic
Age: 19
Johanathon is a Ranger from Dumril. Accutostmed fully to an outdor life his skin has developed a light bronze tone to it. Preferring open spaces to crowds he is what some would call a loner. Although he will take to company on occasion or when undertaking a dangerous quest...for there is strength in numbers.
IC:
The long road had brought him here to his present camp deep within the forest of Felgaran. For the pas several weeks he had been on the trail of a group of bandits who had made off with the jewels of some Noblewoman a few towns back. He knew the trail was coming to an end but for now he needed to get some rest.
Erlie that evening he had made a fire and had feasted on fresh Squirrel meat and berries, washing it all down with some cherry mead. The clothes he wore were covered by the dust of the road, so for the most part he looked like a common every day traveler. One could hardly tell that the breeches he wore may have one time been a tanned kahki or the hirt he wore had been fern green. His pack he was using as a pillow, his grey cloak was his blanket. The fire had died down to nothing leaving only a few warm embers near the bottom.
One thing was for sure, he wasn't expecting a visitor this night...as he lay there sleeping in the darkness hidden by the foliage he had drug up around him for cover he was suddenly and rudely awakened by someone tripping over him. In a flah he was up, his sword leaping tohis hand as he tore it from itssheath and spun to face the visitor. "Who goes there.." he demanded as he eyed the grey robed figure from behind.
Johnathon Brisbane
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 175
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Green
Physique: Toned Athletic
Age: 19
Johanathon is a Ranger from Dumril. Accutostmed fully to an outdor life his skin has developed a light bronze tone to it. Preferring open spaces to crowds he is what some would call a loner. Although he will take to company on occasion or when undertaking a dangerous quest...for there is strength in numbers.
IC:
The long road had brought him here to his present camp deep within the forest of Felgaran. For the pas several weeks he had been on the trail of a group of bandits who had made off with the jewels of some Noblewoman a few towns back. He knew the trail was coming to an end but for now he needed to get some rest.
Erlie that evening he had made a fire and had feasted on fresh Squirrel meat and berries, washing it all down with some cherry mead. The clothes he wore were covered by the dust of the road, so for the most part he looked like a common every day traveler. One could hardly tell that the breeches he wore may have one time been a tanned kahki or the hirt he wore had been fern green. His pack he was using as a pillow, his grey cloak was his blanket. The fire had died down to nothing leaving only a few warm embers near the bottom.
One thing was for sure, he wasn't expecting a visitor this night...as he lay there sleeping in the darkness hidden by the foliage he had drug up around him for cover he was suddenly and rudely awakened by someone tripping over him. In a flah he was up, his sword leaping tohis hand as he tore it from itssheath and spun to face the visitor. "Who goes there.." he demanded as he eyed the grey robed figure from behind.
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Hey everyone, this thread was made by accident... it was supposed to be a reply to a closed thread.
Sorry!
Sorry!
