Post by Sain Martel on May 24, 2012 12:01:17 GMT -5
JONOS FREY
b a s i c s .
name. Jonos Iain Glen
full name. Jonos Frey
age. 37
height. 5' 10
weight. 185
occcupation. Rebel Leader/military trainer.
p e r s o n a l i t y .
likes.
Exercising
praticing swordsmanship
difficult odds in battle
victory
Showing off his might
dislikes.
Being told he is wrong
loosing battles or fights
Royalty
weaklings
Diplomatics
strengths.
Physical strength
swordplay
commanding presence
Military experiance
knowledge of the royal army
Weaknesses
Arrogance
blind acts
Short temper
Closed minded
Hatered for the royal family
Fears
The rebels first battle
The failure of the rebels
The lack of rebels traing reflecting on him poorly
Dieing before he see's a change in power
A humiliation
goals.
Succeeding in the battles to come
Training the rebels to be a strong military force
Change of power
Personality.
Jonos is a man of action, words to him are pointless. So diplomatis in his eyes is a sign of weakness. Jonos is very hardheaded, his beliefs should be laws in his mind. Being a former soldier, his life was rough. Due to that rough life, he is now strict as many military people are. Being a Lt. Jonos is used to being commanding, and demanding of respect. Defie him, and you answer to the cane or sword.
Jonos is a prideful man, which causes him to be blind to the truth. Sometimes tapping into his anger and frustration, he tends to do senseless things. His arrogance also leads him to bad decisions, in battle, a personal fight, even in arguements. Although a man many would say is, more than rough around the edges. He has a.compassionate side, if only it showed more.
h i s t o r y .
family.
Elisa Frey/wife/35/deceased
Elron Frey/son/13/deceased
Walder Frey/father/71/deceased
Emma Frey/mother/59/assumed dead
Garland Frey/brother/39/Merchant
Mayra Tywin/sister/25/Noble of outside country
Warldron Frey/brother/38/deceased
Jonos was the first son of a blacksmith, growing up with two brothers and a sister. He helped his father most days, learning the ways of a weapons maker. This was not his dream, Jonos dreamed of being a galant knight! Fighting those who threatened the land, getting the girl, seeing far off lands.
Yet he.was not of nobility, and being a blacksmiths son. There was little hope for that dream, he would have to do something extordanary to be knighted.
As he grew up he always had that dream in the back of his mind. After his 16 birthday, a war broke out. This was his chance, being the oldest he was conscripted. Although young he was strong from smithing, so the soldier who came to his house took him.
He had little training, just the play fights of him and his brothers. Yet even then he shown a knack for swordplay, his first battle was brutal. The horrors of war staining his mind with images of gore, but his will did not break. He fought well that day, even saving the life of a captain.
After the two year war, Jonos had found him self growing in strenght and skill. As well as growing as a man, and attracting the eyes of knights and common people of military rank. Upon his return, he was given an audiance with the king. He still remembers that day, he felt high and mighty as he walked down the royal carpet in his fathers finest armor.
The king thanked him and other commoners, those who proved themselves on the battle field. He was also given gold, and since he was the son of a blacksmith. His regonition also brought attention to his fathers shop, soon his family also reaped the benifits of being known by nobility.
Offered training and a position as Captain of the Gate Guard, he was in his own eyes a knight to the common people. As years passed, conflicts arose and deminished. His brother became a merchant, thanks to his close ties with the nobles. He managed to get his brother teachings from scholars, which in turned workedout very well.
One summer foreign nobility was visiting the kingdom, a man of powerful noble house took a liking to his sister. He and his family were kind hearted people, and soon the man asked for her hand in marriage. Going to the country of Leon, at the celebration is where he met his love Elisa. She was lovely, you could say he fell in love at first sight.
She so happened to not live that far from him, and being so close by they met up several times. Soon they were married and she gave birth to a boy, Jonos was estatic to have a son. For many years they lived quiet lives, but a breakout of war in the kingdom shattered their lives.
He was at war on the border, trying to push the enemy back across. A surprise attack on the palace and city left him with no family, other than one brother who was.away.on business and a sister. When the letter reached him, they said Jonos went mad. He was sent back.to grieve, he changed that day. Growing bitter and angry, he became very stern his heart turned cold.
The next few years he preformed.well in battles, excelling in combat. Yet was less of a joy to be around, the change he had seen in royalty didnt help. As the.famine took hold of the land, the nobles and royalty seemed to be hoarding the food for themselves. He wasnt used to them acting this way, they usually were.giving and kind to an extent. He soon found like minded people, and with his family gone he felt there was nothing to lose. His life, for change he'd make.that risk to be the knight of the people. He vowed not to die till.change had.come.
Weapons.
Jonos has a long sword and two scimitars (cresent shaped blades)
fightng style.
An excellent swords mens, his main foucus his swordplay. His defensive and offensive skills are imaculate, an compliment each other well. In a calm state he his cool and places decisive strikes, although when angered he has a tendancy to loose foucus and swing wide and open.
Example
g a close eye on the festival grounds, to find the best position to attack from. gathering information on how they could get close to the current marques table. sain and six other knights from there respective houses, made there way down the back alleys. they were like shadows in the night, unseen by any. they were making good speed, getting ever closer to the festival ground. till they came across a street with an ominous glow. sain stopped the others with a hand, the other knights found a place to hide. sain peeked around the corner, only to see a estate burning wildly. the guards and servants, lined the road. a soldier of the marque, from the looks it seemed like a captain. then the unthinkable happened, walking out to the side. as a group of archers walked single file in front of the captives, turning they pulled arrows from quivers. sain’s eyes grew large as he realized what was fixing to unfold. a scream pierced the nights air, but it wasn’t from the captives. it was from else where near by, looking down the other side of the street. two soldiers were spotted chasing a woman in a white dress, looking back to the group of captives. just in time to see the arrows fly into the bodies of the innocent, sain turned the corner, his hand pulling at the hilt of his sword. a arm shot around his waist haulting him from his charge, the sounds of pain drowning out his yell of fury. pulling him back around the corner was sir eliwood, a large man of 30. pushing him against the wall of a shop back in the alleyway, struggling to keep sain in place. " if you die here, our dream die's here as well." sir eliwoods eyes peered deep into his, a scowl across his brow. a simple nod was his only reply, he knew eliwoods words to be true. relaxing him self, eliwood released him cautiously. " we waist time here, we must move." sain replied finally, before looking around the corner. seeing the group move on, he couldn’t help but feel a little remorse by letting them get away. with a deep breath and a heavy heart, he moved on to the next alley. the capes of the seven knights flapped lightly behind them in the night’s breeze. that was only the start of the night, the knights made it to the festival. only to catch a chilling speech by the marque, the horrors that followed. to this day, sain still has nightmares of that night. the images burnt into his mind, like a brand on a cattle never to go away. three of the seven knights escaped that night of terror, sain being one of them. he made a decsion that night, he had enough of the horrors. the images of those many battles, and atrocities only haunted him. it was time for peace. he needed to leave. his mind was clouded, tormented. he was tired it was time to go.
b a s i c s .
name. Jonos Iain Glen
full name. Jonos Frey
age. 37
height. 5' 10
weight. 185
occcupation. Rebel Leader/military trainer.
p e r s o n a l i t y .
likes.
Exercising
praticing swordsmanship
difficult odds in battle
victory
Showing off his might
dislikes.
Being told he is wrong
loosing battles or fights
Royalty
weaklings
Diplomatics
strengths.
Physical strength
swordplay
commanding presence
Military experiance
knowledge of the royal army
Weaknesses
Arrogance
blind acts
Short temper
Closed minded
Hatered for the royal family
Fears
The rebels first battle
The failure of the rebels
The lack of rebels traing reflecting on him poorly
Dieing before he see's a change in power
A humiliation
goals.
Succeeding in the battles to come
Training the rebels to be a strong military force
Change of power
Personality.
Jonos is a man of action, words to him are pointless. So diplomatis in his eyes is a sign of weakness. Jonos is very hardheaded, his beliefs should be laws in his mind. Being a former soldier, his life was rough. Due to that rough life, he is now strict as many military people are. Being a Lt. Jonos is used to being commanding, and demanding of respect. Defie him, and you answer to the cane or sword.
Jonos is a prideful man, which causes him to be blind to the truth. Sometimes tapping into his anger and frustration, he tends to do senseless things. His arrogance also leads him to bad decisions, in battle, a personal fight, even in arguements. Although a man many would say is, more than rough around the edges. He has a.compassionate side, if only it showed more.
h i s t o r y .
family.
Elisa Frey/wife/35/deceased
Elron Frey/son/13/deceased
Walder Frey/father/71/deceased
Emma Frey/mother/59/assumed dead
Garland Frey/brother/39/Merchant
Mayra Tywin/sister/25/Noble of outside country
Warldron Frey/brother/38/deceased
Jonos was the first son of a blacksmith, growing up with two brothers and a sister. He helped his father most days, learning the ways of a weapons maker. This was not his dream, Jonos dreamed of being a galant knight! Fighting those who threatened the land, getting the girl, seeing far off lands.
Yet he.was not of nobility, and being a blacksmiths son. There was little hope for that dream, he would have to do something extordanary to be knighted.
As he grew up he always had that dream in the back of his mind. After his 16 birthday, a war broke out. This was his chance, being the oldest he was conscripted. Although young he was strong from smithing, so the soldier who came to his house took him.
He had little training, just the play fights of him and his brothers. Yet even then he shown a knack for swordplay, his first battle was brutal. The horrors of war staining his mind with images of gore, but his will did not break. He fought well that day, even saving the life of a captain.
After the two year war, Jonos had found him self growing in strenght and skill. As well as growing as a man, and attracting the eyes of knights and common people of military rank. Upon his return, he was given an audiance with the king. He still remembers that day, he felt high and mighty as he walked down the royal carpet in his fathers finest armor.
The king thanked him and other commoners, those who proved themselves on the battle field. He was also given gold, and since he was the son of a blacksmith. His regonition also brought attention to his fathers shop, soon his family also reaped the benifits of being known by nobility.
Offered training and a position as Captain of the Gate Guard, he was in his own eyes a knight to the common people. As years passed, conflicts arose and deminished. His brother became a merchant, thanks to his close ties with the nobles. He managed to get his brother teachings from scholars, which in turned workedout very well.
One summer foreign nobility was visiting the kingdom, a man of powerful noble house took a liking to his sister. He and his family were kind hearted people, and soon the man asked for her hand in marriage. Going to the country of Leon, at the celebration is where he met his love Elisa. She was lovely, you could say he fell in love at first sight.
She so happened to not live that far from him, and being so close by they met up several times. Soon they were married and she gave birth to a boy, Jonos was estatic to have a son. For many years they lived quiet lives, but a breakout of war in the kingdom shattered their lives.
He was at war on the border, trying to push the enemy back across. A surprise attack on the palace and city left him with no family, other than one brother who was.away.on business and a sister. When the letter reached him, they said Jonos went mad. He was sent back.to grieve, he changed that day. Growing bitter and angry, he became very stern his heart turned cold.
The next few years he preformed.well in battles, excelling in combat. Yet was less of a joy to be around, the change he had seen in royalty didnt help. As the.famine took hold of the land, the nobles and royalty seemed to be hoarding the food for themselves. He wasnt used to them acting this way, they usually were.giving and kind to an extent. He soon found like minded people, and with his family gone he felt there was nothing to lose. His life, for change he'd make.that risk to be the knight of the people. He vowed not to die till.change had.come.
Weapons.
Jonos has a long sword and two scimitars (cresent shaped blades)
fightng style.
An excellent swords mens, his main foucus his swordplay. His defensive and offensive skills are imaculate, an compliment each other well. In a calm state he his cool and places decisive strikes, although when angered he has a tendancy to loose foucus and swing wide and open.
Example
g a close eye on the festival grounds, to find the best position to attack from. gathering information on how they could get close to the current marques table. sain and six other knights from there respective houses, made there way down the back alleys. they were like shadows in the night, unseen by any. they were making good speed, getting ever closer to the festival ground. till they came across a street with an ominous glow. sain stopped the others with a hand, the other knights found a place to hide. sain peeked around the corner, only to see a estate burning wildly. the guards and servants, lined the road. a soldier of the marque, from the looks it seemed like a captain. then the unthinkable happened, walking out to the side. as a group of archers walked single file in front of the captives, turning they pulled arrows from quivers. sain’s eyes grew large as he realized what was fixing to unfold. a scream pierced the nights air, but it wasn’t from the captives. it was from else where near by, looking down the other side of the street. two soldiers were spotted chasing a woman in a white dress, looking back to the group of captives. just in time to see the arrows fly into the bodies of the innocent, sain turned the corner, his hand pulling at the hilt of his sword. a arm shot around his waist haulting him from his charge, the sounds of pain drowning out his yell of fury. pulling him back around the corner was sir eliwood, a large man of 30. pushing him against the wall of a shop back in the alleyway, struggling to keep sain in place. " if you die here, our dream die's here as well." sir eliwoods eyes peered deep into his, a scowl across his brow. a simple nod was his only reply, he knew eliwoods words to be true. relaxing him self, eliwood released him cautiously. " we waist time here, we must move." sain replied finally, before looking around the corner. seeing the group move on, he couldn’t help but feel a little remorse by letting them get away. with a deep breath and a heavy heart, he moved on to the next alley. the capes of the seven knights flapped lightly behind them in the night’s breeze. that was only the start of the night, the knights made it to the festival. only to catch a chilling speech by the marque, the horrors that followed. to this day, sain still has nightmares of that night. the images burnt into his mind, like a brand on a cattle never to go away. three of the seven knights escaped that night of terror, sain being one of them. he made a decsion that night, he had enough of the horrors. the images of those many battles, and atrocities only haunted him. it was time for peace. he needed to leave. his mind was clouded, tormented. he was tired it was time to go.