--Are we allowed to make up where our characters came from? Because I made mine up before I read the list of fiefs. :( Hope that I didn't mess up.

-Player Information:

Name/Alias: Rose, or Victoria

Gender: Female

Where You Found this Board: Google

Prior Roleplay Experience: None whatsoever


-Character Information:

Name: Nathen of Port Naxos

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Port Naxos

Position: Royal Squire. No knight master at this time.

History:

Growing up on the Northern coast of Tortall, Nathen, the second son of a comfortably wealthy family of the newer nobility, was always in the shadow of his older brother, Marcus. When Nathen turned ten, however, the young knight was severly injured in a skirmish with some hill bandits, leaving him unable to fight. Before this unfourtunate happening, Nathen was never intended to become a knight. But his mother, Ilaine, and his father, Robert, decided it was best to have their second son learn to protect himself, so off to Corus he went.

Nathen was overjoyed at the thought of becoming a Knight of the Realm. His brother rode with him to the City, and all the younger boy could do was ask him about the training. When finaly at the palace, Marc bid Nathen good-bye, and started off on his much more peacful journey home, leaving Nathen to fend for himself.

Nathen always felt a little slighted by his parents, who adored Marc the Amazing Warrior Knight-to-be, but was never truly abandoned. He had everything a boy could want, with the exception of a hores of his own. Nathen would hang about the stables, grooming his favorites. He always had a treat for them - and apple or a lump of sugar.

-Personality:

Nate is intence. A friends of his mother's once described him as a firey spirt. But he can be laid back as well.
Movement comes naturaly to him, and he excels in the court dancing class the Squires must take, as well as sword play and wrestling. Nate enjoys maths and is fair with languages. Staff and dagger fighting are his weak points. He can only win against the pages, and only just. Politics and poetry are compleatly mind baffling for Nathen. How can people understand these things? And on all journys the squires take his friends don't let him near the cooking pot. Everything he touches burns. The old vilage healer said he must have a very small amount of the Gift, but only enough to destroy a good pot if stew.
Nate is most comfortable with small groups of people, where he can discuss things at length with two or three people. He is more out going in a small group, and tries to blend in with a crowd.
Mornings are when Nathen can get work done easiest, but there is no real difference between morning and evening to him.

-Physical Appearence:

After four years as a Royal page, and one year as a Royal squire, Nathen's boyish features have shifted to reflect those of the man he is to become. He has trained hard, pushing himself to his maximum in every subject and task, and for the most part it has payed off. He's got the build of a knight; tall and thin, strong, yet agile. He weighs about 140 lbs (Is that about right? I don't really know what a normal weight would be.) He is exactly 6' 1" tall.
His nose is small, and would be rather feminine, were it not for the slightly crooked angle where it was broken in his first year as a page. His lips are a bit tilted on one side, as though he is about to smile. His eyes tend to stay a dark blue. Red-black wavey hair frames his face and set off his pale freckled skin. Nate has a mole on his neck under his right ear.

Nathen avoids fancy clothes, simply because he can't seem to keep them clean. He can usually be foud wearing leather breeches with a white cotton shirt and soft leather boots.


-Sample post:

Nathen, or Nate as he liked to be called, ambled through the Marketplace. He stopped at a sword display, marvling at the master workmanship that went into creating the blades.

Glancing whisfully at the price tags, he wondered how long it would take to save enough money for the swords. While he had a sword, it wasn't anything to talk about.

Nodding to the salesman , Nate headed towards a pavilian where he was to meet his fellow squires. A grin leapt to his face. Shaking his head and wondering how long they would take, he pulled out his lunch.