Post by chase on Jun 14, 2011 7:31:01 GMT -5
♥ It Started out as a Feeling ♥
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Name: Chase Brightglade
Age: Thirty Eight
Race: Narnian (Faun)
Weapons: Saber
♥ Now we're back to the Beginning ♥[/color]
History: Chase was born in the quiet woods of far northern Lantern Waste to Tarvin and June Brightglade. His early childhood was as good as any young Faun could have asked for. He spent it roughhousing with his many brothers, playing kiss chase with the little Dryad girls who lived nearby, and lounging around the bright well lighted spacious cave that was his family’s home. All in all Chase grew to manhood quite happy and content. But upon the age of eighteen like most other Fauns his age, he was struck by vicious wanderlust. He simply could not go any longer without seeing the rest of Narnia, three of Chase’s brothers were simply affected. So it came that on the dawn of his nineteenth birthday he set out from Lantern Waste with his brothers Jenx and Rocky to begin what was to be the greatest time of his life. The trio travelled far and wide. Aslan’s How, Beaversdam, Beruna, Dancing Lawn, Cair Paravel etc. After that the trio ventured out at sea where they travelled as far as the Lone Islands. It was at the Lone Islands that Chase met a minor wizard by the name of Tyrek Longshadow who was to be his instructor for the next couple of years before passing away leaving Chase with an incomplete education but just enough to get by. The trio returned to Narnia where Jenx and Rocky, their taste for adventure quenched by the years and hardships, decided that it was time to return home. Chase wouldn’t hear of it. He loved the life of a wondered too much and thus he continued his journey. But Chase quickly learned that feeding yourself is much more harder when you are alone and walking on a hungry belly is no fun. So he sold his blade to the highest bidder, becoming a mercenary and sword for hire of great renown. Chase grew tired of the honorless path after a few more years and finally gave it up, he then began a journey to Cair Parvel once more in the hope of finding better employment serving his monarchs.
But on the way he was accosted by Fox and Moxie, his two youngest brothers, who begged him to return home for the Brightglade Clan, which had grown expansively over the years, was under vicious attack by their longtime nemesis the Anvil Heavers, a clan of brutal Black Dwarves, dropping everything else Chase started the journey home at once. Upon arriving he found his clan decimated, three score of his cousins and uncles dead as well as two of his own brothers and his own father, rage and grieve ran hot in Chase’s blood then. He took up the mantle of leadership not by merit of age but by merit of most battle experience. For the next four years he led his kin in ruthless guerilla warfare against the Dwarves, no quarter was ask on either side and mercy became a concept sneered upon. Northern Lantern Waster was drenched in blood and the sound of the lament of Faun and Dwarf women became an almost permanent fixture of its air during that time. But at last the Brightglades won out, forcing the Anvil Heavers from their homeland in one last titanic battle. It was finally over. Chase and remainder of his clan sat about picking up the pieces and rebuilding, but it was with a heavy heart and indeed it was a long time before the sound of pipes and merrymaking was heard on the burrows of the Brightglade Clan again. However after more time had passed Chase realized that he could no longer settle for a peaceful life in the glades, somewhere in his journeys he had become addicted to the life of adventure. So after a brief bout of indecision Chase handed his baton of leadership over to his younger brother Fox and once more set out on a journey. He decided to pick up where he had left off all those many years ago, and travel to Cair Paravel seeking honorable employment where he could still employ his blade.
Family: Tarvin Brightglade-Father(Deceased),
June Brightglade-Mother
Erwin, Fox, Rocky, Silver(Deceased), Jenx(Deceased), Mort, Moxie-Brothers
Magic: Slight sorcery (Minor illusions, werelights, and ability to control the growth of plants to some minor extent.)
Original or Canon: Original
♥ No need to say Goodbye ♥[/color]
Sample RP:
The tranquility of the quiet evening forest was shattered by a scream of pure rage. The bandit sat upon his great black charger his mouth open and the sound of pent up hatred and anger issuing from his mouth. His great black moustache quivered and his scarred brutal face contorted so much that even his own three followers cowered away from.
“What are you snotfaced bastards waiting for?!” He bellowed. “Fine me that blasted Faun or your tongues I will have!”
Without waiting for a reply he spurred his horse forward towards the undergrowth, leaning down he began viciously hacking at the vegetation hoping to spur the goatman out of his hiding.
Just a few feet away completely hidden by the high vegetation the Faun in question tried to drag himself backwards as quietly as he could. For a Faun, a normally fun loving peaceful people, he was quite a sight to behold. Six feet tall from horns to hooves when standing, his handsome rugged face bore three diagonal scars, another scar from left hip to right shoulder ran across his heavily muscled torso, but presently his blue eyes were wrinkled in pain and he clutched the arrow through his left leg with one hand trying his hardest to draw it out without screaming. Indeed Chase Brightglade had seldom been in a grimmer situation, but even so he was still not yet panicked.
Like any warrior Chase had long ago accepted death as something inevitable, it came for everyone sooner or later and for most warriors it was sooner, no it was not death that scared him by Aslan! It was dying like this, on his back and hiding like a criminal that scared him. It was no fitting death for a noble warrior, a Knight of Cair Paravel.
“I’ve found blood!” One of the bandits called from somewhere above. “By Tash! Looks like one of our arrows caught him after all. He’s injured and hiding, quick lads! He can’t be far!”
Chase gritted his teeth and yanked out the barbed arrow, taking the pain as stoically as he could. With a deep breath the Faun drew his dagger from its sheathe at his side, wishing that he handed lost his saber in his flight.
After a quick prayer to the Great Lion Chase slowly and unsteadily rose to his feet, almost falling down again at once. At his sudden appearance a roar of surprise and triumph went up from the bandit leader, immediately alerting the other two bandits who were some distance way. They followed their master and charged their horses forward towards Chase at once. The goatman took a deep breath and hobbled forward to meet his destiny, determined that if he was to die it would be as he had lived: weapon in hand the Lion in heart and not a fear in his mind.
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