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| − | Fyoré, a young man from a small farming village lived a simple life with his villagers until one fateful night when brigands attacked and set his village ablaze. Many perished in the chaos, but he and few others managed to fend off those who ventured away from the heart of the village to ransack the group of small houses to the south where he resided. It has been three years since he fled the burning village and now he is a drifter, bound to no one place. In those three years he has trained and has become an adept swordsman and a proficient archer. Skills necessary if one were to survive in the world as a | + | Fyoré, a young man from a small farming village in the far east lived a simple life with his villagers until one fateful night when brigands attacked and set his village ablaze. Many perished in the chaos, but he and few others managed to fend off those who ventured away from the heart of the village to ransack the group of small houses to the south where he resided. It has been three years since he fled the burning village and now he is a drifter, bound to no one place. In those three years he has drifted westward to a new and unknown continent. Along the way he has trained and has become an adept swordsman and a proficient archer. Skills necessary if one were to survive in the world as a nomadic outcast. The world has not been kind to him and he shall show little kindness in return, the only thing he shall give is a quick merciful death to his enemies. |
As he leaves the previous town he was lodging in, he encounters a small band of people who seemed too well equipped with weapons to be ordinary travelers. He payed little heed and continued walking down the worn road, what happened to others was of little concern to him. As he closed the distance between them he noticed a cloaked figure in the center of the group who walked with a staff in hand. He never liked spellcasters but he pushed the thought aside since they made no move to indicate any malevolent intent. He kept walking in the direction in which they came, but as they finally passed him he felt a cold shiver run down his spine, followed immediately by a firm hand to his shoulder. He whipped around and unsheathed his blade, ready to strike at the owner of the hand, but as he looked to see the face of his "attacker" he hesitated. The cloaked figure was a young man with shoulder length hair and a eerie grin. Seeing as the man made no attempt to initiate an attack he lowered his weapon and asked the spellcaster what he wanted. He motioned for him to lend him his ear and he reluctantly complied. As he leaned closer he felt his body become immobilized and he swore through his half open mouth. | As he leaves the previous town he was lodging in, he encounters a small band of people who seemed too well equipped with weapons to be ordinary travelers. He payed little heed and continued walking down the worn road, what happened to others was of little concern to him. As he closed the distance between them he noticed a cloaked figure in the center of the group who walked with a staff in hand. He never liked spellcasters but he pushed the thought aside since they made no move to indicate any malevolent intent. He kept walking in the direction in which they came, but as they finally passed him he felt a cold shiver run down his spine, followed immediately by a firm hand to his shoulder. He whipped around and unsheathed his blade, ready to strike at the owner of the hand, but as he looked to see the face of his "attacker" he hesitated. The cloaked figure was a young man with shoulder length hair and a eerie grin. Seeing as the man made no attempt to initiate an attack he lowered his weapon and asked the spellcaster what he wanted. He motioned for him to lend him his ear and he reluctantly complied. As he leaned closer he felt his body become immobilized and he swore through his half open mouth. | ||
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"I know who burned your village and killed your friends. If you want justice then you shall meet me in Woodhaven Keep to the north, tell nobody of me or what i have said." | "I know who burned your village and killed your friends. If you want justice then you shall meet me in Woodhaven Keep to the north, tell nobody of me or what i have said." | ||
| − | With that said, he and his companions vanished without a trace, no doubt with the aid of magic. Fyoré regained his balance after the spell was nullified and looked back at where he saw the wizard disappear. | + | With that said, he and his companions vanished without a trace, no doubt with the aid of magic. Fyoré regained his balance after the spell was nullified and looked back at where he saw the wizard disappear, cursing himself for letting his guard down. |
| − | He | + | He looked towards the sky and turned northward and started walking in search of some long await answers. |
===Affiliated Groups=== | ===Affiliated Groups=== | ||
Revision as of 04:36, 4 March 2009
Contents
Fyoré, of the Freehold of Woodhaven Keep
”My friends...it has been a honor fighting with you. Now, as we charge to our inevitable doom I have but one thing to say...TO THE END OF US ALL!!!”
Photograph
Biography
A relatively new member to Woodhaven Keep of Rochester Hills, Michigan. He was introduced to Amtgard by Ausar when he found out that Fyoré had a passion for collecting and sparring with various weapons.
Fyoré's first hand made weapon was a six foot staff, and he proved to be a admirable adversary the day he joined in battle. He is still assimilating to the finer rules of the game but he can hold his own quite well. Recently he has taken a favor to long sword and shield and his eight foot polearm. He also owns three different sized bows and has finished his construction of a medium sized scythe (failure). His next weapon-project will be an armblade similar to that of Edward Elric from the Fullmetal Alchemist series.
He is currently a level two Barbarian(24) and a level one Archer(8) (Updates when possible).
Persona Background
Fyoré, a young man from a small farming village in the far east lived a simple life with his villagers until one fateful night when brigands attacked and set his village ablaze. Many perished in the chaos, but he and few others managed to fend off those who ventured away from the heart of the village to ransack the group of small houses to the south where he resided. It has been three years since he fled the burning village and now he is a drifter, bound to no one place. In those three years he has drifted westward to a new and unknown continent. Along the way he has trained and has become an adept swordsman and a proficient archer. Skills necessary if one were to survive in the world as a nomadic outcast. The world has not been kind to him and he shall show little kindness in return, the only thing he shall give is a quick merciful death to his enemies.
As he leaves the previous town he was lodging in, he encounters a small band of people who seemed too well equipped with weapons to be ordinary travelers. He payed little heed and continued walking down the worn road, what happened to others was of little concern to him. As he closed the distance between them he noticed a cloaked figure in the center of the group who walked with a staff in hand. He never liked spellcasters but he pushed the thought aside since they made no move to indicate any malevolent intent. He kept walking in the direction in which they came, but as they finally passed him he felt a cold shiver run down his spine, followed immediately by a firm hand to his shoulder. He whipped around and unsheathed his blade, ready to strike at the owner of the hand, but as he looked to see the face of his "attacker" he hesitated. The cloaked figure was a young man with shoulder length hair and a eerie grin. Seeing as the man made no attempt to initiate an attack he lowered his weapon and asked the spellcaster what he wanted. He motioned for him to lend him his ear and he reluctantly complied. As he leaned closer he felt his body become immobilized and he swore through his half open mouth.
"I know who burned your village and killed your friends. If you want justice then you shall meet me in Woodhaven Keep to the north, tell nobody of me or what i have said."
With that said, he and his companions vanished without a trace, no doubt with the aid of magic. Fyoré regained his balance after the spell was nullified and looked back at where he saw the wizard disappear, cursing himself for letting his guard down.
He looked towards the sky and turned northward and started walking in search of some long await answers.
Affiliated Groups
Belted Family
Notable Accomplishments
- Said to be one of the few Amtgardians of the asian race known around...
Additional Images
- Weapon Collection 1: http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=155482329&albumID=1645038&imageID=29073138
- Weapon Collection 2: http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=155482329&albumID=1645038&imageID=29073083
- Weapon Collection 3: http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=155482329&albumID=1645038&imageID=32459879
More Information
- Fyoré plays the MMORPG Guild Wars frequently under the names Kratos the Vigilant and Kite The Twin Blade (ADD ME!)
- Myspace
