CoL bio: Sylos Durian, approved and CC'ed.

[Ellorian]

Character Name: Sylos Durian

 

DM Handle: Erathian Avenger

 

Email Address: Evergladelord@hotmail.com

 

Division: Children of the Light

 

Physical Description:

 

Sylos is above average height, but not tall. He is not very heavy, either, and what weight he does have is mostly muscle. He has short but messy black hair, and makes a point of keeping clean-shaven. He has brown eyes that move constantly, always studying his surroundings. He has a thin scar that begins above his left ear, and ends just below his left eye close enough to show that he nearly lost the eye. He has small hands, and long fingers best suited for fine work such as carving and writing rather than sword fighting.

 

Place of Birth/Raising: A small village in Altara.

 

Biography:

 

Sylos was born in a small village on the border, the third son of two well-to-do merchants. His father saw to it that he was given a good education, and in that education he discovered a love of geography. He stayed with his family until the age of nineteen, but when it became clear that he wasn’t truly needed to help his father, he chose instead to go and see the world he was so fascinated with. His father was against his going, as he preferred to keep his family close, but Sylos’ promise that he would visit and the potential of making business contacts through his son won out.

 

Sylos left a few days later to explore Altara, and then as much of the rest of the world as he could. His love of geography led him onto back trails and through many places most people never bothered to go- a fact that served him well when his rude, sarcastic tongue got him into more trouble than he could handle. He rarely stayed in one place more than a week, as much by his own choice as to avoid the people he had offended. He had never been a brilliant swordsman, but most of those who got angry enough to try and kill him were drunk, and he got by on luck with those who were not. After a close shave with an angry card player in Tear nearly lost him an eye, however, he began to avoid cities, towns and villages. He arrived in Tarabon just as the skirmishes with the Dragonsworn began, and found himself siding with the forces of the law almost by accident as the Dragonsworn attempted to hide in areas he himself had chosen to stay in. Preferring to work quietly and patiently, he whittled away at the group, attacking in the night and laying traps for them. His talent with knives kept him alive, but only barely. By the time three groups of Dragonsworn had gone through the hills he was hiding in he was a battered mess. He finally came to the realization that he wasn’t going to survive if he continued trying to fight the Dragonsworn, and headed to a nearby village to rest. There, he heard the stories of those who had fled to the backwater village to avoid the fighting that covered most of Tarabon. His mind turned back to his hopeless fighting against the Dragonsworn, and he began to consider his options. The constant, orderly lifestyle of the military appealed to him, but the idea of fighting as a career was repulsive to him. Instead, his thoughts slowly turned to the Children of the Light. He had read Lothair Mantelar’s book, The Way of the Light, and found that while he agreed wholeheartedly with it, his love of exploring was too much to give up. Now, with war making the world unsafe- and, with the cursed Aes Sedai pulling strings, quite possibly destroying it- he had to wonder whether that was till true.

 

It did not take him long to decide to go to Amador, and the Fortress of the Light. As he made his way there, he looked back on all that had happened to him. He had traveled through Altara, Arad Doman, Illian, Tear, Amadicia, and even, briefly, the territory around Mayene. His sharp wit and short temper had gotten him into a great deal of trouble that he had been able to use his knives to extract himself when manners failed. Now, he moved towards something else. Thinking of his family, and of what might happen to them if the chaos and war reached into Altara, gave him more reason than ever to make himself a useful part of a larger cause, rather than just a lone man fighting a useless battle.

[Wayfarer]

Hey Erathian, just letting you know whats happening :)

 

I can't CC this bio.... yet.

 

The short story is that we don't know if we've even got dragonsworn.

 

The long story is that over the years, people have tried to start up a Dragonsworn div (or at times guild) but its always folded, so we've sort of ignored it over time. The plus of your bio is that you're forcing us to figure this out now :) Bad side is that you'll have to wait a little bit.

 

Sorry about the wait mate.

[Ellorian]

You think you can put a rush on it? This guy has been more than patient and I need him :) There is a thread already on Staff about it, so the ball is rolling.

[Wayfarer]

Final answer is yes the Dragonsworn now exist in the RP, as isolated bands though rather than being led by a prophet and whatnot, details to be ironed out at a later date.

 

So if you alter your bio so the DS aren't nearly so numerous, maybe have them like the occasional band, instead of large numbers of groups roving the countryside, it should work. Cheers mate, and sorry for the wait.

[Erathian Avenger]

I know I vanished for half an eon... But I finally revised my bio after the chaos of moving to Austin subsided. Do I re-send it to the CoL first, or just post it here?

[Wayfarer]

Hmm, good question because at the moment the CoL don't have a DL, and there are no staff to pick up your bio....

 

Just put it up here for the moment.

[Erathian Avenger]

Character Name: Sylos Durian

 

DM Handle: Erathian Avenger

 

Email Address: Evergladelord@hotmail.com

 

Division: Children of the Light

 

Physical Description: Sylos is above average height, but not tall. He is not very heavy, either, and what weight he does have is mostly muscle. He has short but messy black hair, and makes a point of keeping clean-shaven. He has brown eyes that move constantly, always studying his surroundings. He has a thin scar that begins above his left ear, and ends just below his left eye close enough to show that he nearly lost the eye. He has small hands, and long fingers best suited for fine work such as carving and writing rather than sword fighting.

 

Place of Birth/Raising: A small village in Altara.

 

Biography:

Sylos was born in a small village on the border of Altara and Illian, the third son of two well-to-do merchants. His father saw to it that he was given a good education, and in that education he discovered a love of geography, history and economics. He stayed with his family until the age of nineteen, but when it became clear that he wasn’t truly needed to help his father, he chose instead to go and see the world he was so fascinated with. His father was against his going, as he preferred to keep his family close, but Sylos’ promise that he would visit and the potential of making business contacts through his son won out.

 

Sylos left a few days later to explore Altara, and then as much of the rest of the world as he could. His love of geography led him onto back trails and through many places most people never bothered to go-a fact that served him well when his rude, sarcastic tongue got him into more trouble than he could handle. He rarely stayed in one place more than a week, as much by his own choice as to avoid the people he had offended. He had never been a brilliant swordsman, but most of those who got angry enough to try and kill him were drunk, and he got by on luck with those who were not. After a close shave with an angry card player in Tear nearly lost him an eye, however, he began to avoid cities, towns and villages. He arrived in Tarabon a few months later, and found himself in trouble as a small band of Dragonsworn attempted to hide from the local army in the area he had been exploring at the time. Preferring to work quietly and patiently, he whittled away at the group, attacking in the night and laying traps for them. His talent with knives kept him alive, but only barely. By the time he had finally killed five of the seven of them, he was a battered mess. He finally came to the realization that he wasn’t going to survive if he continued trying to fight the Dragonsworn, and headed to a nearby village to rest. There, he heard some of the stories of people who had come to harm because of the Dragonsworn. Most had been heard by travelers in taverns, and were clearly exaggerated. The Dragonsworn were too few to be as much of a problem as the stories he had heard suggested. But even so, his mind turned to his own fight against the Dragonsworn, and he began to consider what to do, since it seemed that the land was becoming more and more dangerous to travel alone. He considered returning home, but immediately gave up on the idea. He enjoyed visiting his family, but he had left home because he wanted to make his own life.

 

The constant, orderly lifestyle of the military appealed to him, but the idea of fighting as a career was repulsive to him. Instead, his thoughts slowly turned to the Children of the Light. He had read Lothair Mantelar’s book, The Way of the Light, and found that while he agreed wholeheartedly with it, his love of exploring was too much to give up. Now, with war making the world unsafe- and, with the cursed Aes Sedai pulling strings, quite possibly destroying it- he had to wonder whether that was till true.

 

It did not take him long to decide to go to Amador, and the Fortress of the Light. As he made his way there, he looked back on all that had happened to him. He had traveled through Altara, Arad Doman, Illian, Tear, Amadicia, and even, briefly, the territory around Mayene. His sharp wit and short temper had gotten him into a great deal of trouble that he had been able to use his knives to extract himself when manners failed. Now, he moved towards something else. Thinking of his family, and of what might happen to them if the chaos and war reached into Altara, gave him more reason than ever to make himself a useful part of a larger cause, rather than just a lone man trying to survive.

[Ellorian]

If it helps make this any easier to sort, I did approve this bio at some stage, so really we were just waiting on the cc (which was contingent on the DS, right?). Since thats all settled now, maybe just a cc from someone so this guy can get out there and RP?

 

Btw, Avenger, thanks for your patience. I kinda feel like I dropped the ball on this one the first time around, so hopefully someone will do better this time:) Enjoy the RP!

[Sirayn]

I'm not clear whether you want a Freelander cross-check as the title says. If you'll settle for me, I cross-check for the White Tower. Well written. :)

 

Sirayn

[Kaylan]

As temp staffer for the CoL, I've been given the power to put the official seal of approval on this bio. As the Dragonsworn stuff has been all ironed out, and it's got a cross check, I'm going to say approved. Great bio! Now, go forth and be merry. :)

[Taei]

*bumps back in order*