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Gilith of the Greenwoods (Talant Lindor)

Post by Gilith Greenwood » Wed Jun 25, 2014 8:38 am

Name: Gilith Greenwood

Alias: (Former) Ettelen (Current) Talant Lindor

Race: Human

Physical description: Gilith is a man of mixed bloodlines, his father bearing fair and light features, while his mother "a native to Corezo" bares a far more swarthy complexion, as well as dark eyes and hair. Gilith is not as swarthy as his mother, but not as fair as his father. His hair is a dark black, but his eyes are lighter green.

Gilith is not exactly a handsome man, and does little to care for himself despite his desire to. Though in even in the simple features of his face and demeanor Gilith carries pride. Gilith is taller than average, his height reaching five foot six, and he is certainly a man of good fitness. weighing about 215 lbs. Though this girth is not defined and a mass of muscle, it is condensed and hardened flesh and muscle.

Gilith's hair is normally kept shortish, something that is desirable when living a life like him, and his face is layered with a thick but not long amount of hair. His skin is decorated with far less scars than one would imagine, with only a few to attest to his years of hardship. The scars on Gilith's body are on his left forearm, a small one on his chin, and one more across the top of his right shoulder, this one is thicker and healed poorly, and is probably the worst of his scars.

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Personality: Gilith is and always has been grim and serious in manner, but very sympathetic. He has also been slightly hotheaded if he is insulted, and extremely prideful. Gilith is a man who has learned to appreciate his daily bread, and accept a hard day's work. This was not always so, and these lessons were learned fast and harsh. While Gilith is not above stealing and fighting to survive, he see's himself more than worthy to be a leader and a man of power. He would like once more to gain power, and to lead again. But this would not blind him to the point where he would not accept a lesser lot in life if it came about; at lest not right away and so long as it wasn't too much lesser. Gilith's greatest love at this point is horses. Unfortunately he is too poor to afford one, and the last one he had he was forced to slaughter and eat, something that troubled him deeply. He is not above caring for other humans, and he would find it easy to do so, but to most he comes across as cold and pessimistic, and thus he rarely gets to know any.

Possessions:

Sword: Gilith owns a very used, decently made bastard sword, as well as a scabbard for it. Though this is a very well maintained blade, it has proven impossible to disguise it as anything less than a very old, very used blade.

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Knife: Gilith owns as well a small utility knife, this knife is stored in a sheath on his belt.

Armor: A light suit of chain-mail covering Gilith's torso and arms. Clearly used and blackened in places due to bad repairs.

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Helm: Gilith's helm is the last remnant of his wealthy status, and as such he is highly protective of it. It is a strong and well wrought steel, with the likeness of a golden dragon on the top of it. This metal is real gold, and even though it would have some value, though not much, Gilith would still never consider selling it.

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Clothes: Gilith's clothes are primarily grey and black, and if/when he needs/wants to dress up, he wears a dark purple or blue. He detests wearing bright colors as he believes they make him look foolish, and like a peacock. What he has currently is a drab light grey cloak, as well as darker grey undershirts, and black pants. His boots are black but stained brown with dirt, and his belt was once brown but is now worn down and loosing it's pigmentation. None of this suit Gilith's personal tastes, as they are worn and ugly to look upon, but he makes due with them.

Money: Gilith has a handful of Bishan and a few gemstones as well as pieces of gold. The Bishani are easily his most valuable possessions.

Strengths:

Gilith is physically very strong, and can lift objects of great weight. His sword though it is larger is very light for him. He is also very physically fit, and his endurance as well as ability to tolerate pain are highly admirable. While Gilith is not the greatest swordsman, albeit a good swordsman and seeking to improve further, his strength can sometimes help him stay alive in battles against more skilled opponents, so long as they are of lesser strength of course. One example of his exemplary strength is when he hurled a man bodily ten feet away from him in a mad dash to escape his current vicinity. This man weighed about 250 pounds because of his armor, however this might be chalked up to adrenaline. An example of his raw power under calm conditions would be his ability to carry on his back when needed 300 pounds of equipment for a couple miles before resting.

Gilith was also trained to a minor degree in swordplay when he was young, he paid little attention to it however and rarely practiced it, until later in his history, when he was forced to survive by it, at which point he became considerably better. Though as he has discovered, he is not by any means a match for the mid upper tier of Marn guards. Gilith's raw strength help him greatly when fighting with a sword, and his actual style is good.

What he lacks in skill with swords Gilith makes up with skill in horses. Gilith loves these beasts and would never want to live a life without them. He is able to break very wild horses, as well as excellently ride tame ones, and has proven himself to be a most experienced and knowledgeable caretaker of these creatures.

Languages: Gilith is fluent in the language of the elves, as for a time he was planning on doing much business with the island of Darleone. When Gilith wishes to name something he will often give it an elvish name, as he finds their words beautiful. Yet he is also highly versed in his own languages vocabulary and diction, and when making poems or songs which is his second favorite pastime, beaten only by the company of horses, he will use this language.

Weaknesses:

Gilith's pride is easily his fatal flaw, and it has gotten him in to trouble since he was a young man. He does not take insult well, even if it is deserved, or true. Nor will he willingly give up on something regardless of the foolishness in continuing to do what he is doing. Gilith is also prone to ignore wisdom and advice when his pride starts to come forth. Even if he were to know that what was being told to him is most likely right, he would still have trouble in going through ignoring his own plans and wants, and following someone elses. Gilith is also prone to embarrassment because of his pride, and how he believes himself to be worthy of no less than a lordship. Since his clothes and equipment are in such horrible appearance Gilith mostly covers himself up completely with a cloak when he is outside. An easy way to get to Gilith is to mock his appearance and his station, though his appearance is not the only thing that suffers from this. He has passed up more than one job opportunity that he has deemed below him, and when conditions are as bad as this for him, he is only causing himself to suffer more than he needs to.

The reputation of Gilith proceeds him, but not in a good way. He is wanted for the murder of two men, and the escaping of imprisonment in his home Corezo. He could never safely travel there again and if he did he imagines he wouldn't be safely leaving. Gilith is also hated and detested by a group of men known as Bayon's wild boars, a group of villainous outlaws who take refuge in mountains and forests in Corezo, thus making it hard for him to try and travel in the discrete areas of that land as well. Though Gilith does not know it, he once killed a prestigious member member of a gang known as The Society of Negotiated Loyalties. A group of spies and assassin's who work for the nobles and rich men of Corezo, they know who he is and are looking for him every where, they haven't yet thought to look in Marn but they will never stop trying to find him. Because Gilith is aware of how wanted he is for the most part, he always uses an alias instead of his real name. At one point he was calling himself Ettelen, but now mainly uses the name Talant Lindor.

The way Gilith presents himself to the world is cold and calloused, while he is honestly grim and stern, and will doubtably never change that, he is sympathetic to the world, and easily feels for others. Unfortunately for him, Gilith does not show this at all, and most people have a less than positive opinion of him. Which commonly consists of a hotheaded arrogant, and uncaring man, seeking nothing but money and power. This would not be a bad way to describe Gilith at all in truth, if one were to only look at his flaws.

After Gilith's time in imprisonment he has developed an intense fear of being either imprisoned or restrained. This fear can blow any situation out of proportion if it becomes prevalent to Gilith in even a small way. Such as, if Gilith were trying to leave a crowded building, and he could not because there were too many people in his path, he would start to struggle to leave, and until he gets out this struggle would only increase to the point where he would get in to a frenzy in order to escape his current vicinity. Gilith will by no means at all even if for innocent reasons or deceptive ones, succumb to being restrained. If he is restrained he would only be able to maintain his sane and calm composure for a few minute as before once again driving himself in to a fury to find a way out of his restraints. This can easily cause him to be reckless, and make decisions of the worst sorts for little good reasons. If someone were to find out about this fear of his, they could easily find a way to physically and mentally torture him. Gilith would also be prone to fight to the death, to avoid such imprisonment, regardless of the lack of severity in that imprisonment.

Gilith finds it very difficult to defend attacks to his lower region. Such as his legs, if one were to strike at this region they would have a good chance at dealing some form of damage to him. Weather that be physical damage or sending him off balance for a bit during his fight. If one were able to concentrate their attacks on Gilith centered around this weakness their is little doubt they would win. They would however, need to be able to withstand Gilith's own attacks in order to do this.

History:

Born to his parents in the year 154 PW, Gilith was given the surname of the Greenwoods, in accord to family tradition, even if such a way of naming was not considered normal in the land of Corezo. This tradition was intended to remind their sons and daughters always of their beginnings, and hopefully cause them to constantly strive to better themselves, and raise above where they once were. Gilith's father was given the name Gile Seller of Stones, though he later changed it to Gile of the Seaward Woods, regardless of the taboo of such a thing in his family. His grandfather before this was named Gillion Carver of Keepstone, an architect by trade he made a living in Eyropa. Carving the elegant and strong pieces of stone alike that was needed for the construction of a keep in Corezo.

After this was done, a project which took up most of his life, he turned his attention towards the business of exporting quarried stone of good quality, sometimes even magically saturated shipments. Something that Corezo had long been known for, however when he died, and his son took over where he stopped his work, he used the small fortune that they had gathered to switch their families trade to the selling of lumber made from the tree's in the forest Belleza. Which was widely renowned as the greatest wood one could use for building ships, and in time this venture became quite successful for him. He was able to relocate himself and his family to a minor mansion that he had built, in a nearby lush forestland. Where his first son would soon be born, thus earning him his name, of the Greenwoods.

Gilith's family by this time was quite successful, and had money to spare on many luxuries, one of these was horses, of which they had many high quality breeds. Gilith's earliest hobby and by far his favorite was horseman ship, which as most would tell you quite painful at first, but not nearly so bad after a while. Gilith spent most of his time with these animals when he was younger, forging a deep bond with them and a good skill with riding them as well. For a while Gilith's childhood was filled only with joyful things, and the fruits of being born in to a very successful family. In his young age he learned not only to ride a horse, but also the language of the elves, as well as the finer arts of their own language, like poetry and classical stories. The elvish was studied as a sign of respect for the many elves that they traded with, having a close relationship to the country of Darleone. These traits of learning and creating poetry, horse skills, and fluent understanding of the language of the elves would stay with Gilith until present day. As they were learned young, and learned well.

Though eventually as must happen to all children, his farther started to push him to grow up a bit. He switched his lessons from poems to swords, which he showed very little interest in, and horses to ships. With the introduction of ships Gilith's life took a very large swerve to business, and less of the mystical joy's of childhood. He was expected to be an expert in charting ship's paths and knowing the seasons to sail, and the ones to stay home, he needed to know how to negotiate and trade, and soon enough bribe threaten and make deals under the table. Gilith wasn't to shocked to hear about his fathers manner of business method, this was quite common in Corezo, especially amongst the nobility or at least the highly wealthy, the later they were very much a part of, and the former they were close to joining.

Gilith was fifteen when he met and started to pay his father's greatest spy to keep a sharp eye on their competition. He adjusted well enough to this lifestyle, for even as a child he was grim in manner, and serious, though greatly empathetic with other people, and animals. This side of him needed to be suppressed while getting used to the harsh and merciless business life that was required to be a success in these lands. Though Gilith was a very educated man, and appeared to have a head for business in his early career. (However let it be noted that these skills would not remain with Gilith through his life, due to the lack of him finishing his training, and want to remember these skills). He was yet to be overly wise in the way of the world. Even though he was beginning to understand the way that things worked in the underbelly of the business world, he was not quite aware of the drastic measures his opponents would take to harm his families business. As such, a dastardly plan was formulated by competitors to nip him and his possible future success in the bud. About a year in to his taking more responsibility in the company when he was eighteen, he was approached by a few members from a competitor's business.

They came under the pretense of wanting to get closer to him and his family so that both their businesses could prosper from the other's aid. Gilith suspected that this was a farce, but of course put up an open and accepting demeanor. So as to try and become two steps ahead of his competition, his father who knew of all that took place in this manner advised Gilith harshly against it. However Gilith took insult to this, and his heart was hardened all the more as his pride was insulted. He rebuked his father's advice and using money from his own store he hired his father's personal spy to work for him against this competing company. Gilith trusted the skill and the word of this man beyond all other spy's as he had proven himself far more than once to him and his father. Though in time it proved to be an unwise venture in trusting this man, as he had his own personal agenda, fueled of course by large sums of money.

When he informed Gilith of an opportunity to strike at his enemies heart, he quickly and hotheadedly rushed in to it. Gilith was told by him that he would be able to sneak in to the store room of their competitor's, and sabotage their products. After he was given a distraction by his spy. Though unfortunately when he entered in to this supposed store room his door was shut and barred, he would soon see why. As he turned his attention to lighting a torch he noticed the slight metallic scent of blood in the air. Looking around in the sudden flare of light from his torch he saw a body, run through with a broadsword. Gilith recognized him as one of the partners of his competition, and he recognized the broadsword as one from his own household. Gilith, unsuspecting until this point realized the treachery that had taken place against him and this dead man. It was obvious to him that this man's partner took advantage of Gilith's spy's wavering loyalty, and did away with not only him, but his own partner.

Gilith was arrested very soon after for this mans murder, he was placed in prison for three days to await judgement. This was easily the worst time of his life so far, and he hated every frigid stone, every stink ridden moment, down to the last bite of fetid meat, stale bread, and sip of bitter water. To distract himself he formed this poem about his time in the jailhouse.

Trapped by stone away from kin.
Paying for another man's sin.
Filthy creatures crawl on my skin.

Rotted meat, bitter drink is my feast.
Of men I am now among the least.
I fear change, towards side of beast.

Gilith hated himself, and his imprisonment to no end during this time, because of the sudden and sharp change in his life he has developed an unreasonable fear of this happening to him again. As while now he is internally a stronger man, and would have no problems surviving in a prison, in his mind such a thing would feel ten times worse than the normal mans pain. This is indeed beyond his threshold though admirable it is, of pain tolerance.

On the third day Gilith was freed by the same man who betrayed him, he poisoned the guards and took their keys which he used to release Gilith. He told him that it was nothing personal, but he wouldn't have a fool for a future master, he also told him that his father would help him now but denounce him officially to save the rest of his family and his business. Gilith knew that these words were probably partly true, but he imagined that they might have been merely a side reasoning, with money being the first. Though Gilith was infuriated and insulted he kept himself under control, for now at least. But after he was lead to his horse he immediately set upon the man who guided him, deeming him untrustworthy enough to serve his father, and seeking to return a favor to him.

He grappled with the man over his small dagger and though he was not the strongest or the most skilled, he was able to overpower and repeatedly stab this man. Covered in blood and still seething with rage he mounted his horse and dug his heels in to it's flanks. First going to the side and away from where he would escape, to let the blood fall on the floor and create a false trail. He then doubled back and went in the direction he intended to escape in, hoping no one would notice the dead man or the guards missing until an hour or two after the sun rose.

Gilith rode as fast and as randomly as he could away from town, all the while doing his best to keep his horse alive and well as it could be for just another day longer. He could have perhaps safely outrun all possibilities of being followed, but he would not bring himself to harm his horse, or ride it to death. So he took what he could carry alone from it after many hard days of riding. This was namely a bastard sword, and a suit of light chainmail, as well as a helm, and provisions to last and survive in these lands for at least a week. He then set his beast free, in hopes of once more misleading his follower's who he now knew he could not outrun. For many days he wandered through a mountainous region, lost in a dark and grim forest. Though he did not give up hope, as he had heard rumors of a band of outlaws roaming these far out lands. During this time he turned to poetry once again to take his mind off his current circumstances. He depicts his journey's through these harsh lands as he traveled down along the river Elisvare like such.

From fairy lands most fair.
Forced to wander mountain bare.
I travel along river Elisvare.
Searching for a lawless lair.
These death-lands for life I will dare.

Day twelve, Gilith had managed to scour and feed himself small bits and pieces of food here and there to avoid starvation. But not enough to maintain his strength, and each day he grew weaker, to the point where he thought of discarding his mail and sword to make travel easier. Though fortunately for him on this day he found his long sought group of outlaws. At first when he approached them they readied their weapons and prepared to waylay him, Gilith pulled out his sword and said to them in group. "I have come not looking to loose life and limb, nor to take yours. But to join you, and find my fortunes anyway that I can." There was quite a murmer of laughter at the mention of fortunes, but they did not attack Gilith right away.

They asked him who was and where he came from, Gilith answered them almost entirely honestly telling them that he was caught in the act of stealing something of value, and that a man had been killed in his attempt to get it. He also told them that he had been imprisoned and had escaped from the law, though as to when he lied, telling them that he had escaped and waited for a month before coming here. They seemed to believe him, probably because of the dried blood on Gilith's cloak, and the fact that he offered them the small bag of currency and gems he had been given to survive on. Even after this he was still sure they wanted to slit his throat and claim his things.

Gilith came in to the camp and set his back to a large stone, keeping an eye on the others, and began to sharpen his sword. When night came he was starved once more, but knew better than to ask for food, he made a show of lying down to sleep using his cloak to cover himself up. But through force of will, even in to the latest hours of the night, he remained awake and vigilant, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of his sword. It was good that he had grown wiser in only a few days, as two men from the camp snuck upon him and with knives drawn; they thought to kill him and relieve him of his worldly possessions. Gilith threw his cloak over one of them as he rose quickly, and raised his arm to block the blow from the next with his mail. Fortunately Gilith's ploy worked, however his defense did not. Gilith expected his enemy to try and swipe at him with his blade, but instead he stabbed at him and pierced in to the flesh of his arm. With a loud holler of pain Gilith kicked the blinded man in the stomach and after he fell to the ground he swung his sword wildly about trying to bash and scare away the other thief. Though Gilith did not intend it, he slew the man he attacked with a viscous strike to the head.

The other cut throat halted and merely watched for a moment, then said to Gilith. "You seem as one who is wise enough to survive these lands, and we are now down a man. You can either replace him, or die like him. It is your choice stranger." To this Gilith responded in a stern voice. "I shall accept your offer, though my name is not stranger. However perhaps it should be, call me Ettelen, for now." This began a very grim but fruitful venture into lawlessness for Gilith, who was treated quite roughly for the next few weeks, always receiving the worst of jobs and the least of their cuts. It did not help that the man they killed was a friend to five of the twelve there, and Gilith still expected them to try and kill him when the time was right, though for now he knew safe so long as the bands current leader was alive. This man called himself Bayon, and while perhaps he did not like Gilith, he found him useful and resilient.

Though he admitted to Gilith that he had underestimated him, he promised if it came to blows again he would do no such thing, and that he would certainly win. Gilith believed him indefinitely, and did as he was ordered, the only reason why he had survived the night was because of the mail he had hidden under his cloak. It was certainly not his skill with a sword, which became easily noticed as sub par while they raided guarded peoples. Gilith, who knew he could not hope to match these cutthroats with skill in arms, decided to try and give himself an edge in a different way. So while he trained with his sword, he also set up a grueling and harsh exercise routine, comprised of much running, and lifting of heavy objects. These objects included but were not limited to, heavy stones, felled portions of trees, and the occasional smaller horse. After about five years of of this Gilith finally reached the strength he currently maintains. All of this Gilith did with a drive, and a passion, for as he worked to better himself and become stronger, the miseries of his life seemed to weigh him down less and less as he became too exhausted to think upon them.

Now, though Gilith was a match for most of the men in the group he was still not the greatest among them. His swordsmanship increased two fold, and there were only three men of their group who could best him. His strength advanced to the point were only the giant of a man, Rillian could surpass him. But as far as endurance and raw determination went, he was the greatest of their band.

So it was for a while that Gilith continued to live and train with these men, hammering out who he was to become as a man and as a warrior. Gilith could easily say that he did not enjoy who he was becoming, but saw little other choice in his life, it was either this or die in the wilderness or hung in a town somewhere. But as their group waylaid another passing caravan of innocents, Gilith stayed back to watch their camp. He decided finally that he would not go on with a life like this, which he knew would only last until he got unlucky and was killed in battle or stabbed in the back. Gilith left behind every fleck of gold and crumb of rare gem as well as bishan coin he had at the camp, but he also took a great store of food, and stole one of their horses that they had recently acquired. He left them as fast as he could, and went as far as he could, his store of currency had been significant, but with winter setting in fast and food becoming ever more scarce he knew that would not be an even trade. Especially considering how they most often slaughtered and ate the horses they captured, something Gilith truly detested.

For many more days Gilith wandered ever westward, towards some forsaken land in the corners of civilization where he hoped no one had heard of him. Eventually Gilith had to steal from whoever he could to survive during the winter while he traveled, even then, it was hard on him. He thought about how as a boy living with his father, everything was so easy to obtain, and always of the highest quallity. As it was now he had to struggle just to eat, and would eat near anything. Eventually, even though summer sprang forth, and food became less scarce, he was forced to kill his horse. Who he did not name for such a reason, and eat the meat from her. Gilith sang no songs, and made no poems, and appreciated no beauty on his way, as his mind was too far moved to basic animal instinct for him to do so. Though as he came across after what seemed many months of travel a rushing river he grew very joyous, and cast off his clothes, and the shirt of mail he had forced himself, perhaps foolishly, to carry. Giving a small cry of joy he leaped in to the water and in sudden inspiration whispered from his hoarse throat.

Silver waters running sweet!
A desire to rest weary feet.
Ease the burn of summer's heat.
Bliss is water found by light of star!
Guided by moon from afar.
My past is washed in away in cold Ofriyu Mar!

The name of the river he did not actually know until a few days later, when he inquired as to where he was. So thus the last verse was a later edition to his poem. For the time being he was bathed and able to quench his ravenous thirst, having had to cross a wasteland to arrive here; and so was happy. In the morning Gilith made his way in to town, a desolate unhappy place called shim. He thought that it suited him and his demeanor perfectly, and took up residence in The Red Chalice Inn. Much to his relief it seemed no one recognized his face or his appearance. When asked about his name he would tell people that it was Talant Lindor, and would say little of his past, save, that he was a wandering mercenary looking for work, and had left his home because he could not stand to live there anymore. While this was true it was not for lack of Gilith's patriotism, as he truly loved living in Corezo, but of course, he could not bring himself to remain living with bandits.

The next day Gilith entered the town of Marn, and was a little entranced by the different nature of the town, even going so far as to see sights before getting down to business. Which was at the moment finding a job, which Gilith hoped would be with the city guard. Though he was soon made aware that that idea was laughable. In fact he was laughed at indeed by the guard he was asking, this once again angered Gilith, and his pride would not let him rest. He challenged the guard or any man he chose to a test of skill, so as to prove that he was better than them. This was once more foolish, and he would learn this as well. As the guard told him that outside the city after he was done with his shift he would accept his challenge, and promised to make his defeat quick. Gilith waited and practiced for two hours that day before the guard came, bearing no shield, and just a sword, as well as platemail. He did not wear a helm in to this battle which only angered Gilith more, as he thought he was being insulted by the guard. The guard a thirty some year old blond man with a few scars and hair cut quite short raised his sword and awaited Gilith's strikes.

Gilith charged in anger and sought to beat upon his armor with his sword before forcing him to submit. This would not happen however, as the guard easily avoided him and kicked his back so as to send him to the dirt. He thought to end the fight there and place his sword at Gilith's throat but as Gilith turned he smote the sword a blow so strong he thought that he would send the sword flying, or at least stun him for a moment. But he was wrong, and though he did buy enough time to get up the guard was instantly upon him. Swinging strikes at Gilith and blocking his best blows which he called sloppy. He admired Gilith's endurance and determination but decided to end this fight which would obviously go to him, to spare him more misery. He disarmed Gilith with a deft blow and a twirl and put his blade on his neck. Gilith scowled and stared at him more wounded and embarrassed than he had been ever before. The guard spoke to him and said, "You are not half as weak as I suspected, and I can appreciate your determination, but a hot head like you is not what we want for this fine town. I won't promise you that you could never find employment with us, but it is not this day, and nor will it be this year if I know people a fraction of what I claim." Gilith sad nothing but waited for the guard to leave before picking up his sword and making his way back to the Red Chalice. Where he would stay a few days in shame and quiet contemplation before returning to the new city, and exploring what it had to offer.

Family:

Father, loved and alive but he has been disowned by him.
Mother: Loved and alive, as well as saddened by his loss.
Brothers and Sisters: Two of each, all loved and alive but angry with his "betrayal"
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Re: Gilith of the Greenwoods (Talant Lindor)

Post by Gilith Greenwood » Wed Jun 25, 2014 8:39 am

Uh, I really do hate to keep making you guys read through my crap, but I'd really like to try again.
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Re: Gilith of the Greenwoods (Talant Lindor)

Post by Gilith Greenwood » Wed Jun 25, 2014 8:41 am

Quick note before you read however, Gilith mentions a rivers name beign Elisvare, which is never officially listed on this site and I indeed made up the name purely for the character sheet. But I was hoping it would be alright to do so for one river in the region of Corezo, if it is not I would be happy to change that.

EDIT: James has given me the ok on the river name. Thanks to everyone involved with helping me so far on this site. I hope this sheet isn't a disappointment.
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Re: Gilith of the Greenwoods (Talant Lindor)

Post by Saruna » Tue Jul 01, 2014 8:40 pm

Oy oy

First, watch your sentence structures. While we try not to get too nitpicky with grammar, some of your sentences sort of start and stop in the middle of nowhere, making it hard for people not in your head to get a clear idea of what you're talking about.

Case in point:
Gilith's hair is normally kept shortish, something that is desirable when living a life like him, and his face is layered with a thick but not long amount of hair. His skin besides his knee and the surrounding area, which are indeed quite grotesque, are strangely unmarred, with only a few scars to attest to his years of hardship.
Start with the subject of that second sentence -- the scars -- rather than the placement. Otherwise the transition is jarring and your audience thinks but isn't quite sure that you're still talking about hair.

Middle age dyes were actually very common. Most dyes aren't actually that expensive, since they use very common ingredients and therefore aren't hard to make. The few research topics I've read on the subject have said that it was actually more uncommon to see dark browns and blacks and the like because those are hard to find in nature. But it doesn't really matter if you want your character to wear dark colors -- just sayin' it wouldn't be due to lack of money.

Leg-wound: if he's gonna be doing extensive hands on work with horses, having a debilitating leg injury wouldn't work out so well. Your legs are generally used to help control the horse, and riding frequently on horses not trained to carry someone with such an injury will require musculature that I'm not sure he'd be able to have with a lame leg. Maybe go for something else or get rid of a physical affliction? He could be allergic to something, or whatever, or especially susceptible to magic? It would also hinder his ability to do serious fighting, even if he's not super skilled, it would be very problematic.
Though Gilith does not know it, he once killed a prestigious member member of a gang known as The Society of Negotiated Loyalties.
The Society is not a gang. It is a legitimate mercenary group acknowledged by the majority of nobility in Corezo.
Born to his parents in the year 154 PW, Gilith was given the sir Name, of the Greenwoods, in accord to family tradition, even if such a way of naming was not considered normal in the land of Corezo.
Soooo. . .what you're saying is that they're immigrants? That's cool.

Pet peeve time (unrelated to the review itself, just my own personal interjection). Apostrophes are used to show possession (ie, Kat's keyboard means the keyboard belongs to me) or contraction (it's shows that we've shortened 'it is') so, for example, if we use an apostrophe in the plural form of 'assassins' we're pretty much saying that the following whatever belongs to the assassins. I know most people have grammar rules they have a hard time remembering, but please try to keep an eye out for that one.
He was expected to be an expert in charting ship's paths and knowing the seasons to sail, and the ones to stay home, he needed to know how to negotiate and trade, and soon enough bribe threaten and make deals under the table.
This side of him needed to be suppressed while getting used to the harsh and merciless business life that was required to be a success in these lands. Though Gilith was a very educated man, and appeared to have a head for business in his early career.
If these are skills he has retained, they need to be in strengths.

Naming small geographical bits is totally fine.

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Re: Gilith of the Greenwoods (Talant Lindor)

Post by Gilith Greenwood » Thu Jul 03, 2014 3:27 am

Grammar fixed up under the guidance of both Kat and Matt, thank you very kindly for your help. Leg wound gone, dyes fixed. Gang to org, and the skills are listed as not remembered. :) I will also list some changes that I have recently made in this reply.

"his strength can sometimes help him stay alive in battles against more skilled opponents, so long as they are of lesser strength of course. One example of his exemplary strength is when he hurled a man bodily ten feet away from him in a mad dash to escape his current vicinity. This man weighed about 250 pounds because of his armor, however this might be chalked up to adrenaline. An example of his raw power under calm conditions would be his ability to carry on his back when needed 300 pounds of equipment for a couple miles before resting. "

Added in the line that his strength can help him to stay alive against people who are more skilled than him; and I also listed some feats of strength. I hope all that is fine if not I can certainly change it up.

"Though he admitted to Gilith that he had underestimated him, he promised if it came to blows again he would do no such thing, and that he would certainly win. Gilith believed him indefinitely, and did as he was ordered, the only reason why he had survived the night was because of the mail he had hidden under his cloak. It was certainly not his skill with a sword, which became easily noticed as sub par while they raided guarded peoples. Gilith, who knew he could not hope to match these cutthroats with skill in arms, decided to try and give himself an edge in a different way. So while he trained with his sword, he also set up a grueling and harsh exercise routine, comprised of much running, and lifting of heavy objects. These objects included but were not limited to, heavy stones, felled portions of trees, and the occasional smaller horse. After about five years of of this Gilith finally reached the strength he currently maintains. All of this Gilith did with a drive, and a passion, for as he worked to better himself and become stronger, the miseries of his life seemed to weigh him down less and less as he became to exhausted to think upon them.

Now, though Gilith was a match for most of the men in the group he was still not the greatest among them. His swordsmanship increased two fold, and there were only three men of their group who could best him. His strength advanced to the point were only the giant of a man, Rillian could surpass him. But as far as endurance and raw determination went, he was the greatest of their band."

And this was also changed accordingly to the loss of the leg injury. I believe these are the only changes which I have mad in this app since it's last review and I hope they are sufficient for an approval. Thank you all :)
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Re: Gilith of the Greenwoods (Talant Lindor)

Post by Saruna » Fri Jul 04, 2014 3:37 am

Okay, yeah, just the combat weaknesss and you're good to go!
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Post by Gilith Greenwood » Sat Jul 05, 2014 1:56 am

Lol the sixth time is the charm so they say ;-) Also im gonna try to get to a computer tonight. But if i cant would you please put this in to Giliths app when you find time? Id be very thankful if you could.

Gilith finds it very difficult to defend attacks to his lower region. Such as his legs, if one were to strike at this region they would have a good chance at dealing some form of damage to him. Wether that be physical damage or sending him off balance for a bit during his fight. If one were able to concentrate their attacks on Gilith centered around this weakness their is little doubt they would win. They would however, need to be able to withstand Gilith's own attacks in order to do this.
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Post by Gilith Greenwood » Sat Jul 05, 2014 4:25 am

Never mind, I actually got to add it! Thank you kindly.
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Post by Saruna » Sat Jul 05, 2014 6:23 am

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