Cenric Argyle Dawntracker

[Cenric Argyle Dawntracker]

CENRIC/RAITHargyleDAWNTRACKER

"A smile holds a thousand lies”
\Karl Urban/

Alias: Cenric
Age: 27
Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: Half-Kvikindi

[/i]6’4”
Weight: 190 pounds
Build:Broad and muscular
Markings: A jagged, white scar that runs from his left temple down to the cheek bone.
[/ul]Special: magic (4 elements)
Character: original
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Likes:
+The forests
+Being alone
+Power/control
Dislikes:
-People
-Losing
-Raith
Strengths:
+Physically strong
+Resourceful (strong tracker hence his surname)
+Weaponry
Weaknesses:
-Anger/fear
-Children/women (he is uncomfortable and awkward around them)
-Speed (because of his size he cannot run very fast)
Fears:
-Raith
-Crowds
Secrets: Because of a defense mechanism resulting from a childhood trauma, Cenric has an alternate personality named Raith who is much more violent and cruel than he is. He also does not have a last name and therefor because of his greatest talent (tracking) was given a sort of replacement, Dawntracker.
Defining Traits:

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[/b] :: Cenric spent most of his life outdoors in the woodland of Alagaesia, hunting for survival. He knows which plants are poisonous and which can cure various ailments. He can also ensnare a rabbit with a few measly twigs.
Skilled Swordsman :: Being on his own for quite some time, Cenric quickly learned how to keep himself safe with a blade. Due to his immense size, Cenric can make use of almost any object as a weapon; he can cut flesh with a wooden spoon if speared hard enough.
Awkward :: Because of his constant lack of company, Cenric doesn’t understand how to carry himself around others. Depending on the situation and his current emotions, he will either come off as overly gruff or too silent. He is oblivious to the wants/needs of others.[/ul]
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Family:

[/i] Elowyn Greer (human)
Father: Unknown (Kvikindi) He descended from the elves
Sibilings:None
Other:
[/ul]Full History:

Born in the midst of a stormy night, Cenric was an unusually large baby weighing 11 pounds. His mother, a prostitute impregnated by a mysterious man whose identity she took to the grave, was born to poor farmers who could not pay off their debt to a wealthy lord who owned the land on which crops could not thrive (in the past 3 years). She was sold into prostitution to keep her father free from jail; she works to pay off the money owed for their land. Elowyn always stated to her son (a reference to his father) “a smile holds a thousand lies”. Often Cenric kept to himself; he was a shy, timid boy who preferred to sit in a nearby meadow near the outskirts of the village and day dream until the hilltop glowed orange. When he would return home Elowyn would weave together a story for him; Cenric always found his mother to be an excellent storyteller. She had a bright and vivid imagination; he always looked up to her as a source of inspiration.

The other children would sometimes tease Cenric for his broad build, sometimes they would taunt him and make Cenric cry by insulting his mother, calling her a dirty whore. Cenric was sensitive and loved his mother dearly; when the other boys would call her names in front of Cenric he would often run away to “his” meadow and cry. But each and every night when he returned home he would only grin for his mother and give her a big hug.

A group of rogues raided the village when Cenric was 8 years old; they lit the houses aflame and speared as many men as they could capturing the women and children as slaves. Unfortunately, Elowyn was caught in the burning torrent and was killed. Cenric, who had been in the meadow as usual, heard the dying screams of his mother and was paralyzed by fear as the village burned before his eyes. He was too frightened to scream, move, or even breathe. It wasn’t until a rogue caught sight of him that Cenric started to scream as the attacker advanced with his sword raised in the blood-red rays of the setting sun.

A bone-white gash, reaching from his left temple to his lower cheekbone, is a constant reminder of his living nightmare. He had been slashed, spit on, and beaten until he was a bloody, unconscious heap on the ground left to rot in his misery as the rogues marched on believing him to be dead. By some miracle word had reached a neighboring village, who had just barely managed enough time to fight off the rogues though they were unable to free their slaves. A butcher by the name of Bronn tended to the child who did not awake for another 3 days. When his lids first fluttered open, Cenric was terrified of the unfamiliar surroundings. He tried to fight for his freedom, screaming bloody murder, clawing at Bronn and wounding him mildly.

Eventually Cenric could rest somewhat, though his sleep was still often haunted by past memories. Bronn attempted to “civilize” the now wild Cenric and make him a son of his own (Bronn’s own wife and child had died during childbirth). Unfortunately his plans went askew. Cenric was no longer a timid and shy boy; he was frightened and confused, filled with anger at his inability to forget and helplessness. When other boys in Bronn’s village so much as looked at Cenric, he would lash out and attack often ripping out clumps of their hair. Eventually Bronn kicked him out of his house, fed up with Cenric’s excuses that “Raith” had made him do it.

Raith is a defense mechanism, an alternate side of Cenric that comes out when the man feels threatened or afraid. Raith is brutal and merciless; killing innocents without batting an eye. He often “whispers” to Cenric when Cenric is confused, tired, frightened, or mildly irritated.

Since the age of 9, Cenric has lived on his own wandering the various forests of Alagesia. He fears the company of others and dreads it, believing Raith will easily consume his mind. He also does not trust others and is quick to judge. Once he crossed paths with a sorcerer, who informed him of his heritage claiming that his father (whose identity was again kept from him) was a Kvikindi and that Cenric was only half human. As part Kvikindi, Cenric can control the four elements (earth, fire, wind, and water). He is not very good at any of them, being too impatient. Because of earth, he is always dirty, and when he tries to use it normally large chunks of dirt end up exploding. He’ll burn himself on most occasions with fire, and wind just knocks everything down (including himself) when he tries to use it. Oddly enough, water naturally comes to him and he can skillfully and gracefully manipulate it. Regardless, he can’t keep himself clean.

Name: Breezy
Experience: 3 years
RP Sample:

The wood was quiet.

Cenric trampled thorough thick, underlying brush; his boots carving out holes in the moist earth. Unkempt, auburn locks frizzled out, stinging at his pale eyes like miniature whips. Cenric ripped a piece of cloth from his faded tunic and wrapped the hair away from his face; the pain immediately began to recede. Chapped lips meshed together while Cenric surveyed the scene; his footfalls landing soundlessly on the ground; he could almost feel the body heat radiating the fresh pair of rabbit tracks that scampered along before him. Ducking beneath a low hanging branch, Cenric wove inbetween a thicket of pines keeping his chin tucked to his chest. The winter air was crisp; cold had cracked his bloody knuckles but the temperature had kept them numb from the pain. The blanketing needles had kept the forest floor soft despite the frost.

A twig snapped. With the determined care of a hunter he lifted his bow, aiming toward a mass of grey fur. The rabbit twitched its whiskers, hopping unknowingly across the earth in search of food. Cenric murmured a brief string of gratitude within his mind, thanking the rabbit for its sacrifice before pulling back the bow and releasing. A muted whoosh split the air and the rabbit fell, dead. Bending over Cenric realized with dismay that the creature clung to a thread of life; its hind leg flicked between the grey void of shadow land it now wandered, lost. Cenric’s heart thudded.

Wring it’s fat neck, Raith whispered, tugging at Cenric’s stream of consciousness. It suits death well, does it not?

Cenric blinked, momentarily baffled. He stared down horrified toward the small rabbit before it finally stilled, truly dead. An angry hiss reverberated in his mind. Raith was gone.

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[Summer]

ACCEPTED

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