Post by Dervorin on Jun 1, 2009 22:18:19 GMT -5
~~ Behind The Mask ~~
Name: Tyler Smith
Age: 15
Length Roleplaying: Five, six years?
~~The Mask ~~
Character Name: Dervorin, son of Delthor
Age: 24
Date of Birth: April 19th, 2985 TA
Race: Man
Residence: Minas Tirith
Profession: Knight of the White Tower
Appearance: Dervorin is a rather tall man, standing at the height of 6' 7". His body type is average amongst men his age, leaning towards the more lithe and skinny end of the spectrum. His hair is cut shorter then the normal Gondorian, the golden curls only falling to his earlobes. Many women consider him quite handsome, and rightfully so, but he is not extraordinary.
As a Knight of the White Tower, Dervorin wears a slightly more ornate version of the typical Gondor plate armor, similar to that of the Guards of the Citadel. He also wears a ceremonial cape of black and blue, with silver trim, when not in battle. Dervorin's more civilian clothing is of obviously wealthy make, though he prefers to keep his dress less flashy than that of other nobility. Much of his childhood was spent mingling with those of the lower classes, and as such he identifies more with them than those of his own class.
Personality: Dervorin is your stereotypical knight. His heart is filled with compassion for those weaker than him, who he strives to protect from any and all harm that could come to them. He respects his betters, whether they be the Stewards of Gondor or the Valar themselves. He holds dearly his honor, unwilling to engage in underhanded tactics to come out on top, forgoing such things as ranged weapons, stealth, and the like. He is highly trained in honorable combat, whether it be with a sword, a mace, or a lance. In essence, he is the perfect knight; a man skilled in the art of fighting who lives his life by a code of honor.
On a personal level, Dervorin is pretty much selfless. His entire life, he grew up listening to stories of how a knight, facing immediate death, continued on regardless, for there were innocents to protect. He strives to uphold this image of knighthood that he has in his head, and translates it to every aspect of his life. Unlike others, however, he has no desire to use this as a way to gather fame. A knight such as him could easily acquire the support of those around him through his acts, and then use that support for a goal. For Dervorin, this idea is nonsense. A knight's foremost goal should be to protect the lives of others, and ask for nothing in return.
~~ The Family ~~
Parents:
Father- Delthor (44)
Mother- Morwen (42)
Sibling(s): None
Spouse: None
Children: None
History: Born in Minas Tirith, capital of the Kingdom of Gondor, Dervorin was the only son of a minor lord. Though nobility, Dervorin spent the majority of his early childhood playing with the peasant children of the village, something which surprisingly enough, his father encouraged. Though such an act would usually be frowned upon by many in the upper class, Dervorin's father wished to see his son develop a liking for those people who he was technically higher than, for compassion was, in his eyes, essential to succeed at being a true noble.
When Dervorin turned 14, he began his service in the name of Gondor, becoming an apprentice to a Knight of the White Tower. For several years, Dervorin served his new mentor, until on his eighteenth birthday he was granted a knighthood of his own. Dervorin was ecstatic, as his dream had finally been achieved. However, he soon found that the life of a knight was not the extravagant lifestyle Dervorin was led to believe. By the time he turned 21, he had grown all but bored with his life. The occasional orc or bandit that wandered into Gondor provided little sport, and Dervorin began to fear that his life of glory was never to happen.
Recently events however have revived Dervorin's hopes. The clouds of the East grow thick, the horizon darkens. Orc raids have become more commonplace, and rumors of the return of the Nine of Minas Morgul have reached his ears. Dervorin hopes with all his being that the forces of Mordor will march again. And when they do, Dervorin plans to be there to meet them, head on.
Anything Else?:
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.