Post by stephanie on May 16, 2015 10:54:36 GMT -5
My name is Alice/Alan Nosh (I'm not exactly sure how gender differences are regarded in this world so I'll figure that out on Monday, story is the same though). I'm the second born to a family of six, I have an older brother, John, and two much younger siblings. My mother is a wise, kind woman and my father, Albert Tucker Nosh.
My family has lived in the same spot for generations, a well-established family in the [direction] of what is now known as the Kuriotate Empire. When Cardith Lorda marched upon our town, my family worked with the local villagers to create a peaceful acclimation to the new rule. We saw it as a good way to trade our goods easier and safer through the land. Our main exports of the area are X, Y & Z.
My brother John is now doing well. An extremely bright, promising boy who was heralded as an upcoming genius, his future seemed to have been cut short by an extreme case of paranoid schizophrenia. The family rallied around him, keeping him safe within our own house, and family friends would help the cause. A couple of years ago the voices slowly started to diminish, and he now is able to function outside of the walls, though a much smaller and hollow man. He is known in town as a caring and compassionate man to the other villagers. Though some choose to keep a distance, which we respect, most have opened their hearts and homes to accept him again.
My father is now getting older, and with every passing year I fear more and more for his health. My mother is a great caregiver, so I worry less with her by his side. Nothing is stronger than blood in our town, but with harsh rumors of my bother's condition we have slipped in favor with some of the other noblemen within the cities, and we worry about how, with my father's passing that would affect the exports/imports of our small town.
And what about me? Well, I'm much more average than my smart brother. I worked extremely hard in the coursework though it didn't seem to help too much at times, and learned to defend myself well in the fencing arena. I was encouraged to play to my strengths, and spend about 2-3 hours in the morning with a great swordsmans and markman. I have always had a feeling there was more to this town, and more than meets the eye who would wish bad things. I have sworn to the gods to keep them safe.
Unmarried, and a bit old, though not out of the prime marrying age for this area. Not for being unwilling, but in a peaceful town, people can be a bit afraid of a skilled fighter.
[TRINKET - totally up to be changed: The trinket I have is a horn, it was given to me by a man selling his wares in town. I used to listen to it every night before going to sleeping, hearing waves on a distant shore from an island though the magic of it all. Recently, I have heard elven wispers here and there, though I am unable to make out what they're saying. I have been too preoccupied recently with my fighting to listen more often though.]
My family has lived in the same spot for generations, a well-established family in the [direction] of what is now known as the Kuriotate Empire. When Cardith Lorda marched upon our town, my family worked with the local villagers to create a peaceful acclimation to the new rule. We saw it as a good way to trade our goods easier and safer through the land. Our main exports of the area are X, Y & Z.
My brother John is now doing well. An extremely bright, promising boy who was heralded as an upcoming genius, his future seemed to have been cut short by an extreme case of paranoid schizophrenia. The family rallied around him, keeping him safe within our own house, and family friends would help the cause. A couple of years ago the voices slowly started to diminish, and he now is able to function outside of the walls, though a much smaller and hollow man. He is known in town as a caring and compassionate man to the other villagers. Though some choose to keep a distance, which we respect, most have opened their hearts and homes to accept him again.
My father is now getting older, and with every passing year I fear more and more for his health. My mother is a great caregiver, so I worry less with her by his side. Nothing is stronger than blood in our town, but with harsh rumors of my bother's condition we have slipped in favor with some of the other noblemen within the cities, and we worry about how, with my father's passing that would affect the exports/imports of our small town.
And what about me? Well, I'm much more average than my smart brother. I worked extremely hard in the coursework though it didn't seem to help too much at times, and learned to defend myself well in the fencing arena. I was encouraged to play to my strengths, and spend about 2-3 hours in the morning with a great swordsmans and markman. I have always had a feeling there was more to this town, and more than meets the eye who would wish bad things. I have sworn to the gods to keep them safe.
Unmarried, and a bit old, though not out of the prime marrying age for this area. Not for being unwilling, but in a peaceful town, people can be a bit afraid of a skilled fighter.
[TRINKET - totally up to be changed: The trinket I have is a horn, it was given to me by a man selling his wares in town. I used to listen to it every night before going to sleeping, hearing waves on a distant shore from an island though the magic of it all. Recently, I have heard elven wispers here and there, though I am unable to make out what they're saying. I have been too preoccupied recently with my fighting to listen more often though.]
