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| − | == Fyoré, | + | == Fyoré, 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!!!”'' | + | *''”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!!!”'' |
| − | + | *''"Oi, ye nailed me in the nethers!"'' | |
| + | *''"First of all that's not my name, it's pronounced Fee-or-ay. Second of all...where the hell did u get an "N" and a "Z" from Fyoré?"'' | ||
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| + | *''"You look like a f-cking tumor..."'' (To [[Ausar]]) | ||
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| + | Pickin' off people | ||
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| + | New tower shield :D | ||
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| + | The good ol' pole | ||
===Biography=== | ===Biography=== | ||
| − | A | + | A member of [[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 | + | 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 soon ditched the staff for a short sword and a medium sized round shield and hasn't touched one since. Recently he has taken a favor to using his longbow and sword & tower shield to even out his credits as an [[Archer]] and [[Barbarian]]. |
| − | + | Currently attending Michigan State University in East Lansing, he hopes to have more playing time with [[Ashen Hills]] members. | |
| − | + | Left [[Woodhaven Keep]] as of 2010 and has joined the freehold of [[Myrmidon's citadel]] and has been on hiatus due to college. | |
| − | 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. | + | ====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. | ||
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| + | 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. | ||
| − | "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 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. | 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 awaited answers. | He looked towards the sky and turned northward and started walking in search of some long awaited answers. | ||
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| + | ====WIP==== | ||
| + | * New arrows | ||
| + | * Roman Phalanx Shield (done) | ||
| + | * New Garb (done) | ||
===Affiliated Groups=== | ===Affiliated Groups=== | ||
| − | + | [[Woodhaven Keep]]<br> | |
| − | + | [[Myrmidon's Citadel]]<br> | |
| + | [[Ashen Hills]]<br> | ||
| + | *The [[Short Tempered and Atrocious Bastards (STAB)]] (Household) | ||
===Notable Accomplishments=== | ===Notable Accomplishments=== | ||
| + | * [[Champion]] of [[Woodhaven Keep]] (3/8/09 - 9/27/09) | ||
| + | * [[Weaponmaster]] of [[Woodhaven Keep]] (11/29/09) | ||
| + | * Won 3/5 Categories in the [[Champion]] Tournament (3/21/10) | ||
* Said to be one of the few Amtgardians of the asian race known around...if you count that as an accomplishment... | * Said to be one of the few Amtgardians of the asian race known around...if you count that as an accomplishment... | ||
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===More Information=== | ===More Information=== | ||
| − | * Fyoré plays the MMORPG ''Guild Wars'' | + | * Fyoré plays the MMORPG ''Guild Wars'' occasionally under the names '''Kratos the Vigilant''' and '''Kyte The Twin Blade''' (ADD ME!) |
| + | ** '''STRONGLY''' believes that an arrow to the foot should act similar to a [[Hold Person]]... | ||
| + | * Look me up on Facebook!!! | ||
* [http://www.myspace.com/shroomwithsword Myspace] | * [http://www.myspace.com/shroomwithsword Myspace] | ||
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[[category: Freehold People]] | [[category: Freehold People]] | ||
Latest revision as of 00:31, 4 July 2011
Contents
Fyoré, 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!!!”
- "Oi, ye nailed me in the nethers!"
- "First of all that's not my name, it's pronounced Fee-or-ay. Second of all...where the hell did u get an "N" and a "Z" from Fyoré?"
- "You look like a f-cking tumor..." (To Ausar)
Pickin' off people
New tower shield :D
The good ol' pole
Biography
A member of 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 soon ditched the staff for a short sword and a medium sized round shield and hasn't touched one since. Recently he has taken a favor to using his longbow and sword & tower shield to even out his credits as an Archer and Barbarian.
Currently attending Michigan State University in East Lansing, he hopes to have more playing time with Ashen Hills members.
Left Woodhaven Keep as of 2010 and has joined the freehold of Myrmidon's citadel and has been on hiatus due to college.
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 awaited answers.
WIP
- New arrows
- Roman Phalanx Shield (done)
- New Garb (done)
Affiliated Groups
Woodhaven Keep
Myrmidon's Citadel
Ashen Hills
- The Short Tempered and Atrocious Bastards (STAB) (Household)
Notable Accomplishments
- Champion of Woodhaven Keep (3/8/09 - 9/27/09)
- Weaponmaster of Woodhaven Keep (11/29/09)
- Won 3/5 Categories in the Champion Tournament (3/21/10)
- Said to be one of the few Amtgardians of the asian race known around...if you count that as an accomplishment...
More Information
- Fyoré plays the MMORPG Guild Wars occasionally under the names Kratos the Vigilant and Kyte The Twin Blade (ADD ME!)
- STRONGLY believes that an arrow to the foot should act similar to a Hold Person...
- Look me up on Facebook!!!
- Myspace
