Lysing Bouldershine

[Lysing Bouldershine]

I am going write more detail in my History. Lysing Bouldershine Information Name: Lysing Bouldershine Gender: Male Birthday: 1st of Summer, 484 AV Age: 27 Race: Human, Drykas Born In: Endrykas Current Location: Riverfall Physical Description Lysing once like every proud member of the Drykas had flowing bronze hair that would blow in the wind as he raced his Cyphrus Strider across The Sea of Grass. Since the incident though he felt it was disrespectful for him to keep the customs of his old life. He cut his flowing mane down to a short fade style hairstyle. His rugged face is squared with a jaw-line that could chisel granite with high cheekbones that complement his deep-set eyes. His eyes are strange in his family dead family. Every member of his bloodline always had a rich-chocolate brown color while his are a gray-blue that seem to be more wiser than he is. A crooked nose lays on his face that has been broken so many wrestling matches that it hasn't healed back correctly. To finish it off his face he has thin, narrow lips that hide his true friendly self. He stops at a rough 6'3" with a sturdy body built of pure muscle from long days of sword fighting and archer practices. His skin is well tanned from years of riding his Strider across the grasslands in the gleaming yellow beams of the sun. Both his legs and arms are thick and sturdy that boasts a youthful arrogance. However contradicting to his thick limbs he has long slender fingers of a craftsman. Even though his body is large and muscular and may seem clumsy at time he is graceful when their is a blade at his hands. His ‘windmarks’ of his day when he was a proud son of the Drykas still show proudly. The bold black lines starts from the left side of his neck and weaves it way down the same side of his torso until it stops at his hips. Character Concept Lysing is a strong headed person who will stand his life if he believes something is for the best. That also means he can be stubborn to change his mind even if they facts are played out in front of him. At first glance he looks like a cold-hearted person that just seems to be in it for the Miza, but its just a disguise he puts to hide his true helpful interior. He will always stand up for the weak or someone in danger because he feels it is his duty for his lack of action in helping his family. The man like every man likes to have a mug of ale (Even though he will regret it) in one hand and his other around a pretty young lady. He also enjoys practicing his swordsmanship because it clears his mind and enables him to think. His most favorite thing to do is to saddle up on Rote his Strider and ride him for hours nonstop anywhere. It doesn't matter if it is on the borders of The Sea of Grass or towards a battle. Just being close to Rote sends chill up his spine of excitement and cracks the shell he took years of building. Lysing only truly hates one thing and one thing only and that is being jipped of some hard earned Miza. It boils his blood and sends him on a never ending rampage until he gets the Miza he was promised. Oh he also does not like bees they just scare him straight out of his mind. The other things he dislikes and his biggest fear is getting drunk. He acts like a total fool cussing like a sailor (No disrespect to sailors). He doesn't think straight and either makes a fool of himself or gets in trouble. Either way he kicks himself in the morning when he has a hangover. History New Winds Rustle Through the Grass : As the first gentle summer breeze blows through the long, thick endless field of emerald grass a baby is born the Bouldershine Pavilion from the Diamond Clan. As the four pound wriggling baby boy enters into the harsh yet simple life of the Drykas; the life of The Sea of Grass. The healer of the clan cut the umbilical cord with a dagger made of pig iron. She wrapped the baby up in a white blanket with silver lining blanket and handed the child to his father, Pesh Bouldershine. Pesh took the end of the blanket and wiped the forehead of the child. Riasha Bouldershine the mother of the child asked Pesh what he looked like. Pesh smiled and told her about how his small little sauage fingers and toes, his wispy copper hair, and his chubby little cheeks. When he went to describe his eyes his words stop in his throat. His eyes were so beautiful. They were a pair of grey-blue orbs that seem to hold wisdom beyond his years. Grinning widely he handed his child over to his mother and says, "Come look at his eyes Riasha" Riasha cradles the baby in her arms and stares into those big orbs of grey-blue. She looks up and says, "I think we should name him Lysing after your grandfather" Pesh nods and answers, 'Yes I agree" [spoiler=Typhoons Come Together] For the past eight years Lysing's life has been identical to every other young Dryka from the Diamond clan. Skills and Knowledge   Skills Skills EXP Total Proficiency Riding: Horse RB 10/100 Novice Weapon: Bastard Sword SP 26/100 Competent Observation SP 5/100 Novice Boxing SP 9/100 Novice Intelligence SP 5/100 Novice Hunting SP 5/100 Novice Drinking SP 1/100 Novice   Lore Lore of the Importance of the Strider Lore of Swordplay Treating women like shyke Wine feels like bleeding! Drunken stupor I don't like wine but I bought some earlier and have some in my saddlebag too   Languages Language Proficiency Pavi Fluent Common Basic Ancient Tongue Poor   Thread List Spring Day 63: Another Drink? Ledger Item Price Total Starting Package +100gm 100gm No Housing +500gm 600gm Tent, one-person -2gm 598gm 2x Animal Snare, Small -10gm 588gm 5x Animal Snare, Bird -10gm 578gm 6x Lamp, Common -6sm 577.4gm 2x Rope, Hemp -2gm 575.4gm Rucksack -1gm 574.4gm 20x Whetstone -4sm 574gm Axe, Woodsman's -4gm 570gm Sword, Bastard -35gm 535gm Leather, Night -60gm 475gm Buckler -15gm 460gm Bedroll -1sm 459.9gm Ox -15gm 444.9gm Wagon -35gm 409.9gm 10lbs of Salted Pork -30gm 379.9gm Flask -3cm 379.87gm Barding, Studded Leather -100gm 279.87gm Dog, War (Wolf) -25gm 254.87gm Scabbard -4gm 250.87gm Living Expenses: Poor -45gm 205.87gm Belongings Black wool cloak Brown wool breeches White cotton shirt Leather gloves Black leather doublet Brown riding boots Bounded Strider Yvas Yvas saddle bags 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Tent, one-person 2 Animal Snare, Small 5 Animal Snare, Bird 6 Lamp, Common 2 Rope, Hemp Rucksack 20 Whetstone Axe, Woodsman's Sword, Bastard Leather, Night Buckler Bedroll Ox Wagon 10lbs of Salted Pork Flask His Father's Skinning Knife (Heirloom) Barding, Studded Leather Dog, War (Wolf) Scabbard

[Lysing Bouldershine]

Animal Companion Name: Rote Breed: Cyphrus Strider Gender: Male Age: 13 Description: Rote is a fiery stallion that stands at 17hh. He is slightly larger than most of his breed except for the stallions that come from the Amethyst Clan. He has a ruddy buckskin color coat, a multicolored mane of different oranges shades and a high tail of orange. He has ruddy socks on both his front and back legs. The bottom of muzzle of this beast is a blueish black. On the left quarters is a pink fleshy spot about the size of a hand which is the only scar that is left on the beast from a wildfire in the Summer of 499 AV. Anyone that knows the history of this horse says he is the spirit of those uncontrollable flames. History: In the Summer of 499 AV there was an uncontrollable wildfire in The Sea of Grass. It burned on and on consuming everything with its fiery maws for three days. On the fourth day the flames finally quenched their hunger and died down. Soon after the flames left the Drykas came out and started up their daily routines. Lysing almost considered a man of the age of fifteen went out with his father on a hunting trip. After successfully killing and gutting a elk they stop at a watering hole where they could refill their waterskins and to rest. As Lysing was sitting on the northern bank of the small waterhole he heard snorting from behind. Curious and stupid as he was when he was younger he goes trying to find what made the noise. To his horror he found a young colt barely a month old with a badly burned left quarter. He ran to his father Pesh and told him what he found. Pesh told Lysing to wait here as he went back to the Clan to look for help. Lysing stayed with young colt for nearly ten bells running to the waterhole and back either giving it water or dousing the burn. His father came back with a wagon and two Seme to pull it. Once they got back to the Clan the colt was nursed back to health and the colt was even able to keep its leg. During the healing Lysing and the colt bounded. Lysing named him Rote and ever since he has been a strong companion and friend to Lysing.