Recruit Duty ~ So, What's Yer Name..?

[Serj Eason]

Serj picked up his quill and began to write. 'Who am I..?', he thought.

"I am Serj Eason."

[Saerandir]

Name- Saerandir (meaning Bitter wanderer)
Age - Young adult
Race - Elf, (based on laiquendi in lotr, http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/Laiquendi)
Height - 5'11
Place of birth Heartwood

Description - Saerandir has long blonde hair that is plaited and weaved into a ponytail which falls below his shoulder blades. He has bright blue eyes which seem to sparkle when he smiles. His face is smooth with high cheekbones characteristic of elves. He is slim, agile and slowly gaining strength.

Background - Saerandir was born in Heartwood to a small merchant family, he was named Gellindor (joyful heart)on his naming day as he was quick to smile and brought joy to his parents. During his youth he would venture far and wide and sometimes through the portal to spy on the humans in Yew. He was fascinated by humans and their resilience to anything that befell them. Where his own people would lose hope and fall into a deep mourning that would last many years if something dreadful occurred, such as the death of a love one. He saw the Humans continue to fight, live and slowly rebuild their lives. He began to spend more and more time away from his family and amongst humans until his father demanded he stopped and contributed more to his family and their way of life. Gellindor begrudged having to stay in Heartwood. His smile faded and so too did the joy he brought to others.
Eventually his father could no longer stand to see how his son had turned out, he named him Saerandir, and told him to go live amongst the Humans if that was what he wanted, but he was never to return to his family or Heartwood again.
For a time Searandir was sad to be forced from his family and home. He wandered the human lands looking for a place that would suit him, a place he would be able to smile again and call home. He discovered a banner near one of the moongates and eventually found himself in Cove.

[Gary Gallo]

Name- Garshinkle (evil parents who cursed him with a silly name)
Age - Ageing man
Race - Human
Height - 5'10
Place of birth Another realm, teleported to New Haven by evil wizard parents.

Description: Garshinkle has scraggly black hair that droops to his shoulders, although he tries to keep it tidy with bandanas and such. He has deep dark blue eyes. His face is weathered, beaten from the elements and tanned. But he has a friendly face and looking at him for a while when he has a smile on his face will most likely brighten your day.

Garshinkle was born in another realm, which he doesn't quite remember much about. He was sired by wizarding parents who despised him from an early age for reasons unknown to Gar. Gar believes it to be because he was never interested in Magic, nor showed any promise in being able to wield it. He preferred spending time in the woods and hunting deer. During his youth, he spent as much time outside of his families wizard tower as possible, and learned to be quite afraid of the Magic they casted and experimented with. When he reached twenty winters old, he came back from hunting a wolf pack and his parents were waiting for him. They would scold him often, beat him often, or find nefarious magical ways to trick him. But this time, they just sent him away. Teleported him to Britannia. Before being teleported, they said "The only way you'll ever come back is if you learn magic."
Twenty years on, and he still hasn't learnt magic. He doesn't want to go back. He prefers it in Britannia, it's pretty. He spent a long long time wandering, getting into all sorts of trouble with tribals, dire wolf packs, ogre's, highwaymen. But overall he was okay, he spent a lot of time alone up mountains or in woods just meditating. He came to the conclusion that happiness comes from within, and for Gar happiness meant having food to eat and somewhere safe to sleep.

Eventually, Gar stumbled across the place he was originally teleported too. New Haven. He wandered into the bank to find out that a package had been left for him, a suit of of armour and a sword from an unknown benefactor. And behind him, lay a book. Gar couldn't read so he asked the town crier to read it for him.

"COME TO THE GLORIOUS BARONY OF COVE! SIGN UP TODAY AND EARN YOUR RIGHT TO BE A COVIAN"

Well...He set off at once. He was done being alone. He needed brothers. And brother he'll find as a Covian!

[Elliot Tyrell]

"Huh...guess I best get started on some duties, lets knock this one out first......."

*takes ink to parchment..*

http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php?topic=15992.0

[Aralin Eroecia]

Name : Aralin Eroecia
Age : 18
Race : Human
Height : 4Ft7
Place of birth : Britain

Description - A pretty young lass born into a wealthy household was a very normal child up until the age of 12 when she had an accident when reciting a scroll she found that caused her to fling a magic arrow at the families horse, She was not scalded for this her family saught help from the Britain mages guild who took her in and honed her control of the magic arts and taught her to only use her magic for morally correct acts, Mostly she's followed her teachings well except maybe making herself invisible to steal breadrolls from the local Baker but it isn't abnormal for a youth to be mischievous from time to time, one thing her family disapprove of is the fact that when she turned 16 she travelled to a gypsy camp in ilshennaer to get tribal tattoos done all over her body the visits were frequent given the time and detail of the tattoos and her family tried to stop her at every hurdle but she just snook out, as for her motivation to join cove she's grown weary of the comforts of a wealthy home and wants to prove to them she can make it on her own in the world rather than relying on them.

[JohnMurphy]

Name: John Murphy
Place of Birth: Somewhere across the Atlantic, was washed up on the docks of New Haven
Age: 23
Weight: 232.
Height: 6"
Sex: Male
Body Type: Athletic
Profession: Archer


Description: John Murphy has Long hair to match his long Beard. He has a love for fishing and making arrows. Loves the open water with a dream of owning a Orc Boat one day.

Current Events.  John was found in middle of new haven with a bow and a few coins in his pockets, A man approached him and asked him if he was alright he looked confused. John told the man his story and he offered him a place to lay his head and a place to call home. They walked to the town called Cove. After a few hours of studying he was giving the chance to join the Covian, which he accepted. That Man was TIBS

[Gwen Whitcomb]

Name: Gwen Whitcomb
Age: Early twenties
Birthplace: Cove
Weight: Around 154 lbs
Height: 6'0"



Appereance and History:
Gwen is a tall woman with a fairly posture body. She has long black hair, usually tied in some sort of way. Her eyes are deep brown and several scars are all over her body.
Even tho she is very loyal and shows deep respect to her superiors, Gwen is a very introvert person and prefers to listen, instead of talking. This attitude of hers lets her seen as strange and weird sometimes

She was born and raised in Cove. While her parents were just farmers, Gwen always aimed to help people in a more direct way. At an early age of fourteen, she helped out the healers in Cove on almost a daily basis. Soon they noticed her talent to treat both physical and psychological traumas and took her on as their apprentice.

The older she became, the more she kept going south to the Glenmore Highlands, where she spied on the orcs and to find a way to get rid of them, as those were most responsible for all the injured people in Cove.
Alas, she wasn't able to fight them all alone and thus, made herself a hobby to lure out smaller orcs one by one and pummel them with a big stick.

She joined Coves army to become a Grenadier and a field medic one day.

Gwen is very compassionate, but also a follower of the Avatarian Church. She knows of the sins her Compassion brings with her and therefor, attends the church often and repents.

[Joaquin Quincil]

Name:Joaquin Quincil
Age : 24
Hair : Blonde, dyed Red.
Eyes : Dark brown almost black.
Height : 6'2
Place of Birth : Britain

Appearance

Joaquin is rugged looking his nose has been broken several times and he has a scar on his throat where it was almost sliced during a fight. Despite that he's kept himself fit and he has the lithe muscular build of a martial artist. He dyed his blonde hair red and keeps it tied back in a pony tail that reaches his shoulders. He keeps saying he'll get it cut one day. Joaquin has a small goatee on his chin that he likes to keep neatly trimmed. The growth of hair helps him look older or so he says.

Background

Joaquin grew up on the streets of Britain after realising he had some arcane abilities his parents sent him to the lyceum in Moonglow for training who promptly sent him back again after a couple of weeks. On his return Quin spent his first time in prison for petty theft as he stole a loaf of bread for two hungry orphans. At the age of 15 was then sent to Magencia to further his training in the arcane in the hope it would help to educate his mind and lesson his rebellious tendancies. Two years later he returned to Britain and after a month was jailed again for three years for Arson on a tavern. He swears to this day it was against the owner who was taking advantage of his young barmaids. In a last attempt to instil some discipline into Quin the Britain Arcanists enrolled him where he stayed for a few more years until his recent crime which he was given the choice between life imprisonment or joining an Army or Militia where he would learn to control his "criminal" tendencies or die in the process. Joaquin chose to join the Army and decided Cove suited him best. 

[Alton Aldwin]

Name: Alton Aldwin
Age: 31
Hair: Reddish
Eyes: Brown
Place of Birth: Cove
Appearance: Tall and slender, with long reddish hair and a long beard.
His hands and his eyes are constantly moving, looking for something nice to steal.

Background: Grew up stealing in taverns, Alton is the self-proclaimed king of the Thieves of Cove.
Actually he isn't a very good thief and his pockets and his stomach are often empty.
While attempting to steal the smouldering Library, it was discovered by Leanne that, instead of lending him a crowbar to unlock the rudder, offered him a place in the army.