Post by Rocky on May 30, 2010 18:47:26 GMT -5
Name: Gildor Inglorian
Nicknames/Aliases: More commonly called Gil
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Species: Hare
Occupation: Lieutenant in the Long Patrol
Physical Appearance:
Possessions:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
History/Background:
Relationships:
Other
Nicknames/Aliases: More commonly called Gil
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Species: Hare
Occupation: Lieutenant in the Long Patrol
Physical Appearance:
General--
Gildor is a tall hare with numerous scars that mar his body. He could be called handsome if he didnt have an eyepatch and a scar over his left eye from a rough war he participated in in the past.
This particular hare is big Boned and brawny but not "jacked" or "ripped" with muscle. He's a thick animal, but is no where near fat, he just doesnt have crazy definition, though if you feel his arm, its like touching rock.
Black fur runs all over his body and that plus his scars and eyepatch give him quite a unique appearance.
Attire--
Gildor doesnt wear much. A Dark green shirt that fits snug around his body is the only shirt he really wears unless in battle, in which case he would wear the standard officer's uniform.
To cover his lower half, Gil wears baggy Military camo pants all the time except when bathing and sleeping. These are his typical pants for war as well.
A Belt that crosses diagonally across his chest holding a sheathe for an eight inch dagger roughly two-three inches below his pectoral muscles is the only thing he wears on his torso other then his shirt. The dagger is slightly curved at the edge towards the tip and has a faded black cloth wrapped around the handle which is nothing fancy
Gildor wears a broad, brown belt made of a thick faded leather at his waist which holds a knife used for nothing more then cutting a fish or a bird, a hatchet used for just about anything, and a thick bladed sabre with a basket hilt
On his right wrist, Gildor is always seen with his white braided bracelet whether hes sleeping, eating, bathing or in war, and many hares say "His wrist is too big for him to take that bracelet off" but Gil just chooses not to remove it.
Possessions:
-Dagger
-Various belts
-Hatchet
-Clothing
-Sabre
-Braided bracelet
-Eyepatch
Personality:
Gildor doesnt eat as much as other hares, and he never really did. His friends say its a terrible ongoing sickness that is incurable.
Gil is very social among others, and is no where near being classified as shy when it comes to meeting new people.
Gil doesn't joke around alot anymore, but he does so occassionally and when he does he typically sets those around him in an uproar of laughter, classifying him as 'funny' and a 'jokester'
Gil claims not to love anything except his weapons and his mother, though he has a soft spot for the younglings of Salamandastron, though he doesn't admit that, of course.
Hes quite the proud soldier, thats willing to die for his home and friends and will do anything for any one of his allies, even if he had just made their acquaintances.
Gil is very, very courageous, and wont send troops anywhere he himself would not go
Strengths:
-Great Swordsman
-Skilled tracker
-Very strong
-Decent cook
Weaknesses:
-Blind in one eye
-Afraid of water, though he wont admit that
-Not good at archery at all
-His sense of smell is slowly leaving him
-Can not use a sling at all
-Sometimes when fighting, not all the time, he'll slip into some sort of frenzy, and just go, for lack of a better word, insane. It's been said that his "shouts of laughter and glee can be heard from any where on the battlefield when in his frenzy". Its as if he can't get enough battle, and all he focuses on is killing the enemy. He does not go insane and kill anyone and everyone around him, and has total control. When in this state of frenzy, Gil will not focus on the cuts and wounds being inflicted upon him, as he simply does not feel them due to adrenaline, so this can prove very bad at times if he's not careful.
-Can at times make reckless decisions regarding himself. I.E- Gil hears of a captive being taken. He would immediately try to go after said captive even if the enemy was 10X as big as him
-When training the hares around him, he can sometimes be incredibly harsh but it is not out of scorn, he just wants to see the best in those around him.
History/Background:
[Im gonna make this short and to the point]
Gildor Inglorian was born and raised in Salamandastron, with fighting and survival skills being tought all around him. Wars erupted more then Gildor enjoyed, and for a safety precaution, Gildor Inglorian had to learn to fight... quickly. He was thrust into training at a young age, learning grappling since he first started walking. Gil was top in his training group and would grow up to be one of the most memorable hares of his time. Sword fighting was something he began to learn at age 7, and at such an age, playing with big pointy weapons was quite unnerving for his mother. she made sure her only son was quite protected when he began practice and he didnt care at all. He loved the attention his mother gave to him. It made him feel loved. Cared for... Special and important.
When Gil was 14 years old, he had easily become an expert at grappling with an opponent, and loved to tie up with someone just for the heck of it. No one his age was Gildor's match, and that was just the way he liked it. Sword fighting came at a bit slower pace, and it wasnt until he was 18 years old was he an expert at it. Gil reluctantly waited till age 19 to become part of the Long Patrol, solely because of his mother. The generals and other important officers could not wait until Gildor Inglorian was 16 because they needed someone with his potential to get out on the battlefield A.S.A.P but Gildor's mother wanted her son to wait until he was well into his prime before he ran of to war, and whatever his mother said, Gildor obeyed.
Gildor's first war came when he was 21. Then his second was at age 26. His third was at 29 and his fourth, the worst of them all was at age 31.
Gildor Inglorian was a Sergeant when this fourth rolled around. Despite his younger age, he was quite respected by those around him. His sheer size, quickness, and power made him an ideal enemy for vermin and other various foes of Salamandastron. That fact made Gildor thingyy, and proud, but little did he know, that was quite a bad thing.
Gildor was sitting on the beach, relaxing in the sun, his feet in the water, the sun on his face and his hands behind his head. His mind was at ease, calm and his thoughts were soothing. This day Gil let his guard drop, even for the short time he was out on the beach, and that was a terrible mistake. Out of nowhere, a sharp, piercing pain shot through the hare's head quicker then lightning shoots through the sky. If not for his sheer size and extremely hard head, Gildor would have been lights out. He sat bolt upright, turning sharply which sent more searing pains through his head -- a bad mistake. His world was blurry, and he was confused, very very confused. Who would be foolish enough to attack him? Gildor Inglorian, however, had no chance to finish his next thought, as another blow to his head cast him onto the sand, dazed and his eyes drooping. All he felt were four paws dragging him along the beach and all he heard were very distant shouts of "Stop! Halt! Dont move any further!" etc.
Gildor wouldve easily been dead had he not been saved by his comrades, who were very swift of foot and high in number. They killed those that had attempted to steal their Sergeant from them and brought the wounded hare back into the safety of Salamandastron.
Gil finally came to about 4 hours after his incident, and when he did, he was angry and ready to run out on the beach and find those that sent the ones to attack him. He was even more mad that he himself didnt even get a good look at them, or get a chance to hit them back. He stormed out of the infirmary room, nearly taking the door off of its hinges, charged up to the council, slammed open the door and demanded that actions be taken. OF course, they were, and Gildors only answer to his stern words were "Look out the bloody window." The tall hare did as he was told and to his shock and surprise, a thousand torches could be seen from the top of the mountain stronghold. They seemed as numerous as the grains of sand on the beaches and the cracks in the extinct volcano that Gil inhabited. He turned to the council and said one word, "Vengeance?" THey all nodded in unison, and Gildor ran down to get equipped for battle.
The war lasted many months and it seemed that Gil was the only one enjoying it. Each side suffered heavy losses but the vermin were losing, even by a little bit. One day when GIl stepped onto the battlefield, nothing new raced through his mind but "Kill Kill Kill". GIl thought it would be an ordinary fight that day, but little did he know, this would be the fight that partially disabled him.
The proud warrior ran out into battle wielding his dagger in one hand and his hatchet in the other, ready to kill. Many foes fell dead around him, and as he turned to find more, a knife nearly cut out his whole eye. Sheer instinct told Gil to back up and thats what saved his life. At least thats what the doctors had said. The blade scraped down the middle of his eye, causing him incredible pain and making his vision in that left eye gone. After being helped to the medical tent, Gildor rubbed at his left eye with water, but the more he rubbed, the more it seemed to hurt. When the doctor said he was going to be fully blind in that eye, the proud soldier was crestfallen. They patched him up, and at Gil's request, they threw him an eyepatch, and the warrior went right back to battle in a few hours.
When the war finally ended, Gildor Inglorian was promoted to his current rank he is at now, Lieutenant, and he has not let his blindness stop him. Hes still the same soldier, but he has more respect for the enemy. Many say that that war had changed him, but Gildor merely shrugs it off when approached with the question about his so called change. "Everybody changes sooner or later. My change occured already." Gil is a proud warrior, ready to do anything for his family at Salamandastron, and that was already proven in his most previous war. He lost his eye for his home, and he's said countless times, he'd give up any other body part for his home as well.
Relationships:
- Badger Lord
- Mother
- Hares at Salamandastron
Other
Im back from a long absent and my muse isnt quite back so this bio is noooo where near my best writing, which I apologize for. ;D
