Post by Durion on Mar 30, 2009 13:21:35 GMT -5
~~ Behind The Mask ~~
Name: Katie
Age: 19
Length Roleplaying: 7 ish.
~~The Mask ~~
Character Name: Durion
Age: 27.
Date of Birth: January 18, 2982
Race: Man
Residence: Minas Tirith
Profession: He is a member of the Gondorian Calvary.
Appearance: Durion is a striking man, and one that, should you pass him, will immediately have your eye. He is a striking six foot three inches, with ample muscles from hours of training. He prides himself, perhaps overly so, on his appearance---and one would never find him looking disheveled or otherwise unkempt.
He has brown hair, that falls in small curls to his shoulders. Though, the feature most people recall about him are his eyes. They are a light blue-green color, though something about them is altogether sinister at times. He is wonderful at seeming gentile, though for moments at a time one can see through his façade to glimpse his true character.
Personality: Durion loves to play the deviant, and at times does such simply because internally he is a true coward. He is a Gondorian, one of the noble sons of a wealthy father on the sixth tier, but his loyalties there not lie. While he considers himself being a realist, Durion feels that the dark day of Gondor’s fall is eminent, and is has adopted the personal task of working on Gondor from the inside for a grand reward.
While many people find him worrisome, few, if any know the truth. He covers his true self masterfully with charming smiles, dancing eyes and his handsome features. However, at times it is all too clear that he is only seeking self-preservation.
Durion is also one to woo the ladies. He, by all means, is a womanizer. Any woman, comely or not, is fair game. In fact, he takes extra joy trying to win over the ladies that are already claimed by another. For him, it is all a game. He does not seek companionship in the form of a true relationship, or one that could lead to marriage, for he believes the end is nigh for the Gondorian people anyway.
~~ The Family ~~
Parents:
Father – Daeron, aged 49.
Mother – Marilla, aged 46.
Sibling(s):
Sister – Anira, aged 23.
Spouse: None
Children: None
History: Durion was born the first son of a great general of Gondor. As such, from a young age he was pressured to be in all ways like his father, down to the profession. As a child, he was manipulative and cruel whenever he would play with the others. Somehow, he always received what he wanted from others, including his two parents. At the age of four, his sister Anira was born. Immediately he detested her, for the attention that he had gotten from his parents was now split, and to Durion unevenly so.
As they grew up together, it seemed that Anira was able to read him better than any other being in all of Minas Tirith, and she had grown to fear him and his potential. He confronted her on it once, and all she had said was, “Brother, if you think you can fool a woman you are blind.” From that point, he began to seek out women to test if his sister was correct. And indeed, she was not. While many women were aware of something off about him, after enough time spent wooing them, they were smitten and blinded---which gave the noble teen much pleasure!
By the time he was nineteen, he had been placed in the calvary of Gondor: the absolute most loathsome job for this young man. While he loved being in control, and he did love power, he was one who secretly feared untimely, gruesome death. And it was almost certain when one was in the services. One day, he had a campaign with some of the other Calvary members under the guide of one unlucky general. All were slain, but he, and from the ground he pleaded with the orc-captain that his life be spared, that he could be useful.
And thus it was Durion, son of Daeron switched his allegiances. Nobody questioned how he survived, for they were to pleased that not all of the soldiers had been lost. Unfortunately, through their glee, they were blinded to the sheer dangerousness of the man.
Anything Else?: One ring to rule them all!
