Post by sharpgn2 on Feb 9, 2007 5:50:03 GMT -5
Cid Manara
Cid in the present is an Ox of a man. Six foot Six, about 240 pounds, the extra weight muscle from years of blacksmithing and soldiering. He is in his late twenties, with short cut black hair, Green eyes, and A greatsword at his back. He is cautious, yet daring. He could be considered 'simple', Getting a laugh and enjoying the smallest things. You might catch a glance of him pushing down golden lions like dominoes, or laughing in combat when his greatsword splats the enemy. He almost always has a full plate of armor on, and his pack, which is full of odds and ends, some hes even clueless about. But, he was not always this way.
Cid was born in the Small Village of Waymoot, his father the local smithy. His childhood was spent doing what most children would do. Even though he grew up as an apprentice, he was tall, lanky, and scrawny. One of the only kids in his age group, he often got along with the younger population, including the two kids Prier and Cern.
His father had plans for him to take over the blacksmithing, but he had other plans. Cid wanted to be a soldier. It was an ambition, one he could see as clear as day, though everyone else didn't. The fact he was scrawny, and not in the best of physical shape was one factor. The other was he was not the smartest when it came to tactics and fighting.
Nevertheless, when Cid came of age, he fled Waymoot and joined the ranks of the Cormyr Military. He trained in the camps long and hard, and when it was near time for him to complete his training, he was whisked into a war.
The simple Soldier
The Zhentarum Attacked, and invaded. His camp was near, and he was drafted into conflict. He was green, and scared. He was less scrawny, after all, he could fight effectively with the greatsword at his hands, but he was still a bit out of shape. He had no deity to follow, and thinks his survival and the outcomes and victories were all but luck. He did pray, they all did, but he never prayed to anyone in particular. In his time as a soldier he went through many hardships, and seen many things no man should ever have to witness. Then again, in this time, he learned to enjoy the simple things of life. The small things. He would laugh and enjoy a small joke or a surprise more than anything, and it often helped him balance the good with the bad of the conflicts.
He served for nearly two years, before he was given the option to leave. He took it. He had seen enough of war and wanted to live out the simple, peaceful life he dreamed of.
The broke Blacksmith
Cid came into the small town of isinhold looking for work, almost out of money, and nearly a beggar. All he had was an old set of armor and his greatsword, and both would be sold eventually. He then got work with the local smith, as an under smith. The work was horrible pay, in a town that demanded high prices. He would normally stay in one of the rooms at the local inn, and his life was quite simple. Enough money to pay for his food and maybe an extra drink or two. No more. He dragged on this life for years, until the faitful day came that he met Prier and Cern yet again. In that same day, he was fired, but in that same day, he gained enough money to take back that greatsword, and eventually would buy new armor, and start afresh a new life, back to soldiering and adventuring. He did not complain.
Cid in the present is an Ox of a man. Six foot Six, about 240 pounds, the extra weight muscle from years of blacksmithing and soldiering. He is in his late twenties, with short cut black hair, Green eyes, and A greatsword at his back. He is cautious, yet daring. He could be considered 'simple', Getting a laugh and enjoying the smallest things. You might catch a glance of him pushing down golden lions like dominoes, or laughing in combat when his greatsword splats the enemy. He almost always has a full plate of armor on, and his pack, which is full of odds and ends, some hes even clueless about. But, he was not always this way.
Cid was born in the Small Village of Waymoot, his father the local smithy. His childhood was spent doing what most children would do. Even though he grew up as an apprentice, he was tall, lanky, and scrawny. One of the only kids in his age group, he often got along with the younger population, including the two kids Prier and Cern.
His father had plans for him to take over the blacksmithing, but he had other plans. Cid wanted to be a soldier. It was an ambition, one he could see as clear as day, though everyone else didn't. The fact he was scrawny, and not in the best of physical shape was one factor. The other was he was not the smartest when it came to tactics and fighting.
Nevertheless, when Cid came of age, he fled Waymoot and joined the ranks of the Cormyr Military. He trained in the camps long and hard, and when it was near time for him to complete his training, he was whisked into a war.
The simple Soldier
The Zhentarum Attacked, and invaded. His camp was near, and he was drafted into conflict. He was green, and scared. He was less scrawny, after all, he could fight effectively with the greatsword at his hands, but he was still a bit out of shape. He had no deity to follow, and thinks his survival and the outcomes and victories were all but luck. He did pray, they all did, but he never prayed to anyone in particular. In his time as a soldier he went through many hardships, and seen many things no man should ever have to witness. Then again, in this time, he learned to enjoy the simple things of life. The small things. He would laugh and enjoy a small joke or a surprise more than anything, and it often helped him balance the good with the bad of the conflicts.
He served for nearly two years, before he was given the option to leave. He took it. He had seen enough of war and wanted to live out the simple, peaceful life he dreamed of.
The broke Blacksmith
Cid came into the small town of isinhold looking for work, almost out of money, and nearly a beggar. All he had was an old set of armor and his greatsword, and both would be sold eventually. He then got work with the local smith, as an under smith. The work was horrible pay, in a town that demanded high prices. He would normally stay in one of the rooms at the local inn, and his life was quite simple. Enough money to pay for his food and maybe an extra drink or two. No more. He dragged on this life for years, until the faitful day came that he met Prier and Cern yet again. In that same day, he was fired, but in that same day, he gained enough money to take back that greatsword, and eventually would buy new armor, and start afresh a new life, back to soldiering and adventuring. He did not complain.
