((Do you mind if join? I havent been on PPT for ages, but you can ask Lillie, or most any other RPer about me. Besides, I need to practice my creative writing. If it is closed, then disregard this post.))
Name- Sin Hueizen
Age- 23
Gender- Male
Race- Half Angel/Elf
Class- Ranger
Plain of Residence- Human
Weapon- A lightweight crossbow, fitted with bolts. It's range is very limited, but accuracy unmatched
Primary Orb- Earth
Secondary Orb- Air
Appearance- Sin flamoboyantly shows off his gleaming silveresque hair, baggy white trousers(not sagged pants sort of, but more loose fit, and big), white sleeveless shirt with only the mark of his elven clan embroidered, his substantial crossbow, Jadereel, attached to the thorny outbursts of his shoulder blades, and hard raggedy work gloves, torn from years of labor.
History- It is said 3 months after his birth, his mother left him with an old elfen mage, whom was a close friend of his father's side. The careless and quite busy old man left Sin in his basket and continued with his tedious work. Once his plans were complete, he started to build this collossal benefit towards all in the community. The hammering began, and left on a table, Sin inched ever towards the edge of it, precariously leaning on its dull length. With a final stroke, the old man hit his new invention with a loud and boisterous thud. Sin came tumbling towards the floor, and the basket flipped forward, Sin's death seemed imminent. The old man realizing his peril quickly tried to catch him, but was too late, Sin had crashed into the floor. A deep rumbling then occured...the house split in two, and quickly, the old man carried Sin outside. The tremor shook the whole neighbourhood, and many houses fell. The old man gazed at Sin, and to his suprise, he was still alive, and well....but his hands were glowing with a white aura, and from then, the old man knew he was blessed.
Sin grew up normally unaware of his power, the old man never told anyone, and kept the secret to his grave. Sin worked in the feilds and hung out with his elven brothern aswell, being a half breed and all. But on the unfaithful (or faithful as some called it) when he was naught but 18, he stumbled on some misplaced logs and could only stop the impact of the ground with his body by thrusting his fist forward into the ground. The magnitude of the force was unspeakable. It was catastrophic and demolished the entire village. Sin trying to escape as the others did, was still skeptical at what had happened, and was ashamed and afraid of his new found power. His parents were gone in the quake, and most of the villagers, only he had survived. His grief consumed him. He ravaged the forests, swaying down tree after tree, until he met the famous tree of Jade in Trestin, rumoured to be an angel in disguise. In his fury, he struck it, and it bellowed, and to his surprise answered. "Fight not with anger, put with your inner being, and even then do not trust it, becuase at times it will betray you." Sin in shock gazed at the almighty foliage before him and sat down in the shade of the tree, and let fall his unbridled tears.
The angel Jade looked upon him with pity, and her bough took Sin off his bottom. "Be not afraid, take this, and travel with a great company, forget what has happened, but do not forget what you have, a great gift, unkown to others. Secrets are best kept that way. " She gently put Sin down. And with that, her bough fell and landed next to his feet. "Use this wisely." she advised. With that, Sin spent years making, carving and putting his life into this piece of wood, he now called Jadereel. He followed the angel's advice and immediately left this morbid and dead region now to him.
Other- Cheerful at most times, but when reminded about his past, his grief is everflowing. Gets along with most people.
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Knives on Sun Aug 15, 2004 2:05 am, edited 1 time in total.