This seems interesting...Can I join? If so, then this is my bio:
Name: William Esteragoth
Age: 207
Race: Wood Elf
Appearance: Tall and slender with long golden hair. He has electrical blue eyes, that takes on a grey mist whenever he is in deep thought. He has a fair face and stands 6 ft 3 inches. He has a gentle face, which has been hardened by war and death, those who are weakly minded usually falter under his gaze.
Personality: He puts his trust in only in some carefully chosen friends. He is always sceptical when he meets new people, and it takes quite some time for him to fully trust anyone. However, he will be the first to help in a dangerous situation and the last to leave the battle field. He is also a very straight forward, guy. Always says what's on his mind, if he says anything at all, he also hates it when he doesn't get to have the last word in an argument.
History: He has an older brother who was brutually murdered when William was 15, his mother died from sickness long before and his father went mad. William was left in the cold at age 16 and since then has made a living from the wild and when he turned 159 he became a spy for his king. However, many years later, when the king was killed, he stopped working for that assosiation by faking his own death. He is now part of an assassination guild, deep under ground, but he is mostly used for spying purposes.
Weapons: He has a long bow, made of oak saplings and painted black. He has a dagger with elven writing on it and a longer blade also decorated with the writing of his kind.
Powers: When becoming a spy he soon learned how to block telepathics, when they tried to read his mind, however, he was never too good at it, unless he used up most of his concentration on it.
Animals: A white mare with silver mane and eyes black as coal, called Serenity. Her bottom lip is also black.
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William was trying hard to get through the rough terrain and swamp lands, staying quiet. He was leading his horse, Serenity, keeping her close, and so far into the journey, she hadn't made a sound, much to his relief.
It was starting to get dark, and the stench of the bog filled his nostrils, making him quiver. A single ray from the sun shone down on the muddy water infront of him, making it look as if there were tentacles underneath just waiting to get ahold of him. Walking on, quieter now, as the water was only knee deep. Looking up to see land rising out of the bog he sighed with relief, and patted Serenity on the neck. He was just about to congatulate he on the crossing when the sound of voices stopped him short in his tracks. He looked to where they came from and quickly put an arrow to the string of his bow. Holding it infront of him he whishpered to his horse to stay, and then moved on, up on dry land and closer to the speakers.
He relaxed a bit, when he noticed that yet he hadn't been seen. He dreaded these confrontations with people and creatures on his travels. Never knowing if those he met were enemies or allies, until it was too late to go around them. However, his curiosity always got the best of him, and somehow, he thought that it was one day going to kill him.
He didn't dare go any closer, because he could feel their presences now, without hearing them, and he was unsure if they could feel him too.
((Is that okay?))
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Don't be scared to join! He's not as mean as he looks...
