Royce Brodlyn Kristoph / Centoraurian / Blacksmith

[Royce Brodlyn Kristoph]

Name: Royce Brodlyn Kristoph

Gender: male

Age: 42

Race: Human

Tribe: Centoraurian

Occupation: Blacksmith

Title: Lost Soul

Height: 1 Ped, 2 Fores, 2 Palmspans

Weight: 1 Pygge, 9 Hebs

Hair Color: Nor’sidian, with a generous infusion of grey

Eye Color: Eophran brown, but fading towards the outside where a ring of sognastheen green circles the pupil

Appearance: This is a man who has had a long and unforgiving life.  Though his face appears youthful for his 42 years, his graying hair and haunted eyes tell you otherwise.

His hair is kept short at ear length, though many times in his life, he has grown it shoulder length.  Once it fell halfway down his back. He prefers it short, though, and if it gets longer, it is out of laziness or depression.  His hair is thick and soft, and has always been a source of pride for him.  When properly groomed, he feels his hair is the crowning jewel.

His eyes are large and full of expression, from the joy of looking at a beautiful woman or a newborn foal, to the deep sadness at the loss of a loved one, to the anger that sometimes boils over.  It can all be seen in his eyes.  As a boy, friends of his grandparents always used to refer to him as "that little brown eyed beauty" which caused him to hate his eyes as a child, when shyness ruled his heart.  In later years, he grew to rely on them when it came to romance.  More than one maiden has been turned to him through the power of his gaze.

He has full lips that cover fine white teeth.  The big flaw here is the missing front tooth, where a head butt from a foe during a brawl broke his tooth at the gum line.  Otherwise, his teeth are straight and form a contagious grin when he is happy.  Combine that with a twinkle in his eye, and people are drawn to him.  Dimples on each side of his mouth appear when he smiles, though his smile is often crooked, using only the left side of his face.  He practiced this as a youth, as one of his heroes smiled like that, though the opposite side of his face.  Foolishly, Royce never took this into account while practicing; thinking only to mirror what he saw, so that is what he developed, a mirror image.

Two faint scars are under his right eye, only two nailsbreadth long.  They are barely noticeable unless up close.  Truthfully, Royce cannot even tell you how he got them.  Barring that, many have described him as handsome, but in a rugged way, not in a pretty boy way.

His is tall compared to average people, but in no way could he be described as a giant of a man.  He has a large chest and wide shoulders.  His muscles are toned, and are not bulging.  They are of a man who has worked hard all his life, but not pushed beyond normal limits.

Now as middle age approaches, he has developed a midriff paunch.  He is not yet fat, but no longer the trim vision of youth he once was.

He has numerous scars on his forearms, up to his shoulders.  Most are short, spidery lines, but there are two thick ones on his left arm.  Another scar is found on his chest, next to his left breast, and one on his abdomen, from navel to where his ribs meet at the chest bone.
 
Clothing: Royce prefers to wear tight pants, high boots and loose long shirts.   His pants are often buckskin, or thick and durable black cloth.  His boots are hard leather, often a tan or beige colour, coming up his calves to near the knee.  He does not like hand tooled leather, preferring his boots to be plain.  His shirts are often a thinner material than his pants.  He prefers button ups or those with ties at the neck.  His shirts are where he shows his artistic expression, and he likes brightly coloured materials in addition to plain black or white shirts.  Royce also wears a wide brimmed felt hat, or a wide brimmed straw one.  He usually wears the straw in the summer, and the felt one in the colder months, but this is not a rule.  In colder months, he wears buckskin gloves.  To say that he is vain in his clothing is an understatement, though, in recent years he has let this slide.  In his youth, he would have his clothes pressed each day before he would venture outside.  This would be done by his doting grandmother, who knew no boundaries when it came to giving her grandson anything and everything she could.  One last piece of clothing he wears is a large lock on his belt.  He has done this since he was young.  He has no idea why.

Personality: Complicated.  An enigma.  Arrogant.  Contradictory.

These are but a few of the words that have been used to describe him.  Royce is a mess in his personality.  It has even been suggested that there is more than one person living inside his sometimes addled brain.

As a youngster, he was described as being as “cool as an Ice Coast wind”.  Outwardly, Royce rarely shows much emotion.  Inside, Royce is awash with emotions.  They rage against him constantly.  It is sometimes more than he can take.  He wishes he could feel less, but it is futile for him to try.  This, however, is in direct contradiction to the cool exterior he shows during times of extreme emotional duress.  Those who love him are never sure where they stand with him.  As such, he has lost most of those in his life that he got close too.

He has black moods that continue to haunt him.  They cause him to care little for anything and anyone around him.  Winter is particularly bad for this, and more black moods strike him then than at any other time of year.  It is a trait that is shared with his brother Leyhonne, who has attempted to kill himself on many occasions.  Royce has refused to do this, and views it as taking the easy way out.  Though in truth, he only lives now to await death.  He has no more aspirations, no long term dreams.  Death will be his sweet release from a life that took an idealistic young man and brutally transformed him into a cynical hermit.

Inside he is shy; this was instilled in him at quite a young age, possibly from his mother's fickle love, and from being passed off from one household to another.  For years, it hampered his development into manhood, but now he overcompensates for it with arrogance and manic outbursts.  If he begins to feel vulnerable, a second personality takes over and he becomes very outgoing, to the point of annoyance.  More than once, he has put people off by this reaction.

Love is something he feels deeply, but that even still, he can turn off in a heartbeat, if it means self preservation.  Except Rhianne.  Her, he cannot turn away from, and it haunts him everyday.   When younger, he was too shy to make the first moves with the maidens, but luckily for him, they seemed to like him enough to be the aggressors.  Without that, he might have been single all his life.

Music is very important to Royce.  He can often be heard humming or singing to himself, either songs he has heard bards sing, or ones that he has made up himself.  Most of these songs are ballads of unrequited or lost loves.  By singing these songs, he can feel the emotions that he is too afraid to feel for himself.

Strengths:
*Educated- Thanks to his grandparents’ money, he was tutored and has learned to read and write.

*Archery- Knows how to use a bow proficiently, but is no master.

*Swordsman- Knows how to wield a sword better than most, but is still no master.

*Horsemanship- is very skilled with horses.

*Smithing- is proficient in the working of metals, so can earn a living without resorting to the sword.

Weaknesses:
*Has the strangling Disease- Brought on by spring grass.

*Injured Right Eye- His right eye does not see clearly, which is mostly compensated by his left eye, but if his left eye is ever blocked or hurt, he would be limited.

*Injured Left Knee- hurts during the cold weather, or after being immobile for too long.

*Personality- does not let people get too close, has a defensive wall that he finds hard to overcome.

*Moods- is plagued by black moods, more so in winter, that further pull him from mainstream society.

*Cutting- he used to cope with emotional pain by cutting himself, now he wears the scars on his arms with humiliation, but still fights the urge to do so whenever in emotional pain.

*Tears-  when it is cold out, his eyes tear up, affecting his vision to a small degree.  It is more of a nuisance than anything else.

History:

Against the wishes of her parents, Royce's mother ran off and married a soldier, leaving her home in Onved.    Her parents were despondent, not because they disapproved of her choice in a mate, but that she felt the need to run off and follow him, rather than to stay in Onved with them on their farm.  Royce’s father had been married before, but now was a widower, who had a child in the care of his late wife's parents.  A year later, she gave birth to Royce.

Royce was the eldest of three boys born to his middle class parents in New Santhala.  As a baby, his mother was very attentive, but at age three, his brother Leyhonne was born, and Royce was pushed aside; if not overtly, then subtlety.  However, three years later, Leyhonne had the same thing done when Skotlain was born.  Royce has an older half brother, Dayne, though he has never met him, from his father's earlier marriage to a woman who died in childbirth.

Royce's father was a soldier in the army, and thus the family moved around much when he was young.  The family had little money as well, so periodically, Royce was left in the care of his grandparents in Onved.  The older couple had a horse farm there.  Summers were usually spent with his parents, as living was easier, while the winter months found him in Onved.  Truth be told, he preferred it there.  His grandfather trained him how to raise horses and how to live in the wilds, while his grandmother doted on him religiously.  She cooked his favourite meals, cleaned for him, often allowing him to shirk his chores, much to his grandfather's chagrin.

Growing up until age 9, Royce formed few lasting friendships because of his nomadic lifestyle.  That year, his life changed drastically.  His father was killed.  It hit Royce hard, though he really had not many memories of his father.  But in that year, he stopped being a child, as his mother's words of comfort burned themselves into his psyche, "you are now the man of the family".  Little did she know how those simple words would force the 9 year old to grow up far too early.  They settled in Salsair, and he saw little of his grandparents for years.  He hated it in Salsair, though he loved the festival whenever it was held, every five years.  It was as close as he could come to the pleasures of living on his grandparents horse farm.  Because of this, he withdrew into a world of his own, refusing to try to make friends.  He began to lose much of his outgoing happy personality, becoming withdrawn and jaded.  His only release came in stories he used to write by candlelight late at night when everyone was asleep.

When he was 12, his mother began dating another man, a drunkard of a merchant, who let them live in a nice house, but who never really liked Royce or the other two boys particularly much.  His abuse was kept mainly verbal, but Royce was always wary.  His mother never seemed to notice; too busy was she with her new romance.  The brothers grew close, as they only had each other to rely on, though Leyhonne never gave up the hope of getting his mother's unconditional love.

During his 13th year, while climbing a tree, Royce fell from a limb, catching a foot in the crux of a branch.  Spinning upside down, he dropped, hitting the ground hard and breaking his left arm just above the wrist.  Both bones were broken, and it took a long time to heal, and for many years, that arm was not as strong as it should have been.  A year to the day later,  he again fell, while playing with other boys on a rooftop.  This time it was his right arm, suffering the exact same injury as his left arm had done before.  However, this time the injury healed much quicker, with no lasting effects.

When Royce was 15, his uncle, who was helping his grandfather on the farm, died, and Royce was sent to the farm to help.  Though he missed his brothers, as the three were very close, he loved the chance to get back to the horses and a home where he was loved so much.  He worried for his two siblings however, and when he was 16, he got a letter from Skotlain telling of physical abuse by their step-father.  Royce moved back to New Santhala, back to his mother, who he now blamed for her neglect of the two remaining brothers.  He did his best to stand up to his new step father, but had not yet filled out to his adult form, and was beaten by the step father.  For many nights after, he planned on how to kill the drunkard.  Finally, his mother stepped in and threw Royce out.  It would be many many years before his anger at her was sufficiently sated for him to even let her be part of his life once more.

Royce made his way back to Onved, to his grandparents’ farm.  Over the next three years, he wrote many letters to Skotlain, though Leyhonne refused to write him.  In order to please his mother, and to gain her love, Leyhonne joined her in blaming Royce for the problems in their family. Their relationship would never be the same from then on.  In these years, Royce was influenced strongly by his grandfather in how a good man was to act.  He became nearly unyielding in what he expected of himself and what he expected of others around him.  Around business associates, this made him someone you could trust.  Around the local populace, this made him a target of those less savoury.  He was considered haughty, in polite terms.

During this time, Royce discovered that emotional pain could be turned into physical pain, and that physical pain could be overcome.  He would cut deep and jagged wounds into his upper arms, later his forearms, and put his emotional pain into those cuts.  He could turn off the pain of the cuts; as that came easy to him.  He always made sure he covered the cuts so that his grandparents would not see, for the cuts were not a badge of honour, but a sign of weakness, therefore humiliating.  Still, he could not stop, and when the pain would get to him, he would reach for his knives.

Shortly before his 18th birthday, he met Annaleese, a poor girl from Onved.  His grandmother, for the first time in his life, went against his wishes.  She refused to bless the match.  She considered Annaleese not good enough for her grandson, and somewhat of a gold digger as the girls family were poor and not having the best name. It being Royce's first love, it burned with the intensity of all first loves.  He had to have her, and his grandmother's disapproval, though painful, only fueled that desire.  After a relationship of three years, they eloped, and ran off to New Santhala, when it became apparent that their families would not sanction the union.  To the grandparents, this was all history repeating itself, and it broke their hearts.


Having no skills, Royce joined the army and apprenticed as a blacksmith to support his new young wife.  He was adept at both.  Soldiering came natural to him, and smithing was something that he was good at, though it was not his favourite job.  In both, he became respected for his skill.  Within six months, his marriage to Annaleese became tumultuous at best.  His guilt at disobeying his grandmother made him disagreeable, and he kept taking duties that would take him away from home for long periods.

It really shouldn't have come as a surprise then, when Annaleese took a lover, a fellow soldier from his unit.  When Royce found out, the fact that it was a friend of his and the humiliation of being cuckolded did more to hurt and anger him than the loss of her love.  In this time, he broke the bones in his right hand, when during a drunken escapade of venting his pent up anger, he punched the wall of an inn.  The healers had said that he would be crippled in his right hand, but the gods must pity children and fools, for his hand healed as good as new.  He was sent home after threatening to kill the lover, so he returned to Onved, to the safety and comfort of his grandparents.

However, the year of misery, for that is what Royce named this, was only beginning.  Less than a month after arriving home, his grandfather died.  Not two months later, his grandmother died, having given up on life after her husband was gone.  Royce was destroyed.  He began to drink heavily.  Fighting began to be his main obsession.  It seemed he blamed everything and everyone around him for the hurt that filled his heart.

Years passed, until Lindarra entered his life, the daughter of a horse trader from just beyond the Rimmerins Ring .  The two of them hit it off quite strongly, two very angry people who had a mutual attraction to each other and a love of horses.  They married almost immediately.  She brought her horses to his farm, and they became quite successful, selling many horses back to the army, and allowing Royce to show that he had changed since last seeing them.  However, Lindarra was not the calming effect of Royce that he had hoped, as she was as much a victim of her past as was he.  The relationship grew volatile.  Before it had a chance to turn physical, he banished her, not wanting to turn into the man his step-father had been.

By now, Skotlain was old enough to come to the farm and join him, but Skotlain too was plagued by demons, and was as much a lush as was Royce.  The two drank themselves into near oblivion, but they continued to run the farm well.  One day, however, Rhianne entered his life.  She met him at a low point, when his mouth and his pride got him and Skotlain into a fight with a group of thugs, who beat him senseless, breaking his arm and some ribs and nearly taking his left eye.  At first, she was just another conquest; a maiden to be trifled with, but for her, it was more.  When she confessed her love for him, it made him shy away from her.  He was honest with her when he told her he could never love her back, but she refused to be daunted.  She stayed, loving him, though she was but one of many to him.

On a trip to New Santhala, Royce entered a tavern, intent on drinking himself into another haze of pain free existence.  A bard was playing for the masses, and had just begun a new song, a love ballad.  In that tavern, first ale just touching his lips, he saw Rhianne's face, heard the lyrics, and new that he loved her more completely than he ever thought possible.  The ale went unfinished.  His business cut short, he raced back to Onved, to his farm, to Rhianne.

They were married, and a year later, Aynna was born.  Another pregnancy was lost the next year, but they got through it, leaning on each other.  A transformation occurred in Royce.  He no longer needed the drink.  He was no longer angry.  He loved.  Everything he had, he put into loving her, into raising their daughter.  For the first time in his life, he felt whole, completed by the woman who stood by his side.  But all was not perfect.  The failed pregnancy had left Rhianne in horrendous pain, which she battled with Miyu beans.  But these she took with more and more regularity.  It pained him to see her like that.  As well, Skotlain's drinking and anger were beginning to become too dangerous to have around his young family.  Royce was forced to ask Skotlain to leave, though it pained him dreadfully to do so.  Skotlain was outraged, and the two stopped talking altogether.

A year later, with Rhianne's health failing, and with no Skotlain to help with the farm, Royce moved to New Santhala.  The farm was sold.  They lived there for three years, as Royce helplessly watched as Rhianne's health continued to get worse, while her addiction increased.  He longed for his brother to help make it right, but his pride, and Skotlain's pride, refused to let them make up.  Rhianne knew her husbands turmoil and set about to make it right, and invited Skotlain and his family to stay with them over the holidays.  But, mere days before that was to happen, Royce came home and found his wife on the floor.  Rhianne was dead, Miyu beans clutched in her hand.  Did her body finally fail her, or had her addiction finally claim her?  He would never know.  When Skotlain and his family reached Royce’s, they found a man bereft of reason.  For over a year, Royce was a man who had given up on life.  Even his beautiful daughter could not save him from the abyss he had set himself into.

He then joined a group of mercenaries headed by a soldier friend of his.  This took him far from his family, and subjected him to work that skirted both sides of the law.  During this time, he received a stab wound that left a scar on his left breast, and another that left a scar down his abdomen.  His tooth was knocked out in a brawl with a fugitive he was hired to apprehend.  Through this, he was proud of the fact that he had yet to take a life.  Something good still lived within him.  Though, women were still just playthings to him.

Then he met Leela, and he felt some familiar stirrings within him.  However, love was nearly crushed before it could bloom, as authorities found Royce, and he was charged with crimes committed while part of the mercenary group.  He did a brief stay in a prison, where he had time to think about where his life had gone wrong.  When he was released, he went straight to her, and the two became lovers, though by this time he was 36 and she but 19.  He once again joined the army as soldier and smith.  For a brief year and a half, he was happy and content.  However, after one long time away, he returned home to find her gone.  It broke his heart; for the final time, he vowed.

From that time onward, Royce became very guarded.  His mind kept slipping back to Rhianne and the love they shared.  He could not get passed it.  Each woman that entered his life, and there were many, were mere imitations of Rhianne, and when they failed to meet the memory of Rhianne, which he had built up onto a pedestal, he distanced himself from them.   A daughter was born to a woman, Francesca, who he sends money too on a regular basis, and sees whenever possible.  A boy was born to a woman named Thalayne, but she left, and he has no idea where she went.  He hopes to one day find his son.  Soon after, Aynna, now 15, met a 24 year old petty thief and they ran off together.  Should he ever find them, he will kill the young man.

Because of these three events, Royce has declared women out of bounds.  He finally realized just how poorly he had been acting, and had been hurting peoples lives.  He is content to live the rest of his life celibate, if need be, or until he finds that one person that can fill the need within.  And he searches for Aynna.

He has thrown himself into his work.  He has been promoted many times in recent years, but has also been demoted on more than one occasion for insubordination.  His arrogant views have put him in direct confrontation with superiors who he has referred to as inferiors.  His men hate him, though they respect him.  He expects nothing short of perfection, and has reprimanded many for the smallest infractions.



Weapons: Has his father's bow, a fine example of archery engineering, being strips of wood glued together with strips of bone and sinew, creating a bow with great pull strength.  Though he can not fire it with the same accuracy as his father, it is his favourite possession.   Royce also has a sword he created for himself while in the army.  It is plain, but well balanced.  It is kept in a plain leather scabbard.

Belongings: He has complete gear for his two horses; and all needed gear for his weapons.  His money belt is filled with coin.

Familiars: Royce has two horses, the big norsidian Centoraurian Stallion, Manowar, and his smaller horse, Danilynn, an eophran brown Kor'och fey Mologh.  Manowar he bought from a Centoraurian mercenary he knew, while Danilynn was a foal he had bred while on his grandparents’ farm.   He also has a hunting hound, Jayupp, who is not trained to hunt, or anything else for that matter.

Just when Royce thinks he knows everything there is to know about Manowar, the big horse surprises him with something else.  The big horse has a commanding presence and a personality to match.  He is brave and pushy, demanding much from his master in the way of attention.

Dani is a blank slate that Royce can develop on his own.  She is pack broke, but not yet saddle broke.  She is shy and reserved, though very affectionate.  Many times, the two of them can be found napping in the hot sun, Royce with his head on her neck while she is splayed out on the ground.  He keeps succulent roots in his pocket for her when she comes to nuzzle him.

Jayupp is completely too friendly for Royce’s liking.  He has often wondered if the dog would stand by while he was devoured by Ulvur, then lick his blood from their claws while wagging its stupid tail.  Still, he could not bare to lose the dumb dog.

[Kalína Dalá'isyrás]

Looking good dearie! I just did a basic spellcheck for ya - but you may want to go through it just in case there was anything I may have missed!

Another great character. Can't wait to read the finished version ^.^

[Royce Brodlyn Kristoph]

Uhm.... shhhhh... this is my first character.... I've never been here before... my first day... good to meet you.... hope to RP with you all someday.... 

EDIT:  And yeah, just getting the ideas down... need to do spell check.. redo grammer, and more closely research some main points....

Uhm.... yeah... so busy first day.....

[Royce Brodlyn Kristoph]

Good afternoon, fellow Santharians.  I believe all is there that I wanted.  I have stitched it together in a Frankensteinish display, and am awaiting the fine plastic surgeon like comments of you wonderful mods to make it look pretty enough to be seen in public. 

[Twén Aråerwén]

Hello Royce and welcome ba... to Santharia! My comments shall be in the ever-ugly color: Orange
Name: Royce Brodlyn Kristoph

Gender: male

Age: 42

Race: Human

Tribe: Centoraurian

Occupation: Bblacksmith

Title: Lost Soul

Height: 1 Ped, 2 Fores, 2 Palmspans

Weight: 1 Pygge, 9 Hebs

Hair Color: Nor’sidian, with a generous infusion of grey

Eye Color: Eeophran brown, but fading towards the outside where a ring of sognastheen green circles the pupil

Appearance: This is a man who has had a long and unforgiving life.  Though his face appears youthful for his 42 years, his greying hair and haunted eyes tell you otherwise.

His hair is kept shorn "shorn short" is rough on the tongue, though accurate I guess. short, usually just at ear length, though many times in his life, he has grown it shoulder length, and once it fell halfway down his back. <--Run-on that could easily be broken down into two sentences. He prefers it short, though, and if it gets longer, it is out of laziness or depression.  His hair is thick and soft, and has always been a source of pride for him.  When properly groomed, he feels his hair is the crowning jewel.

His eyes are large and full of expression, from the joy of looking at a beautiful woman or a newborn foal, to the deep sadness at the loss of a loved one, to the anger that sometimes boils over.<--Run-on that could easily be broken down into two sentences.  It can all be seen in his eyes.  As a boy, friends of his grandparents always used to refer to him as "that little brown eyed beauty" which caused him to hate his eyes as a child, when shyness ruled his heart, but in later years, he grew to rely on them when it came to romance.<--Run-on that could easily be broken down into two sentences.  More than one maiden has been turned to him through the power of his gaze.

He has full lips that cover fine white teeth.  The big flaw here is the missing front tooth, where a head butt from a foe during a brawl broke his tooth at the gum line.  Otherwise, his teeth are straight and form a contagious grin when he is happy.  Combine that with a twinkle in his eye, and people are drawn to him.  Dimples on each side of his mouth appear when he smiles, though his smile is often crooked, using only the left side of his face.  He practiced this as a youth, as one of his heroes smiled like that, though the opposite side of his face.  Foolishly, Royce never took this into account while practicing; thinking only to mirror what he saw, so that is what he developed, a mirror image.

Two faint scars are under his right eye, only two nailsbreadth long.  They are barely noticeable unless up close.  Truthfully, Royce cannot even tell you how he got them.  Barring that, many have described him as handsome, but in a rugged way, not in a pretty boy way.

His is tall compared to average people, but in no way could he be described as a giant of a man.  He has a large chest and wide shoulders.  His muscles are toned, and are not bulging.  They are of a man who has worked hard all his life, but not pushed beyond normal limits.

Now as middle age approaches, he has developed a midriff paunch.  He is not yet fat, but no longer the trim vision of youth he once was.

He has numerous scars on his forearms, as well as one on his chest, next to his left breast, and one on his abdomen, from navel to where his ribs meet at the chest bone.<--Run-on that could easily be broken down into two sentences.
 
Clothing: Royce prefers to wear tight pants, high boots and loose long shirts.   His pants are often buckskin, or thick and durable black cloth.  His boots are hard leather, often a tan or beige colour, coming up his calves to near the knee.  He does not liked<--like hand tooled leather, preferring his boots to be plain.  His shirts are often a thinner material than his pants.  He prefers button ups or those with ties at the neck.  His shirts are where he shows his artistic expression, and he likes brightly coloured materials in addition to plain black or white shirts.  Royce also wears a wide brimmed felt hat, or a wide brimmed straw one.  He usually wears the straw in the summer, and the felt one in the colder months, but this is not a rule.  In colder months, he wears buckskin gloves.  To say that he is vain in his clothing is an understatement, though, in recent years he has let this slide.  In his youth, he would have his clothes pressed each day before he would venture outside. Not exactly sure how clothes in ancient times would be pressed daily. Also, it seems that someone else is doing the pressing for him. Hopefully his history defines him as a rich man, as this custom I am sure would not be cheap.

Personality: Complicated.  An enigma.  Arrogant.  Contradictory.

These are but a few of the words that have been used to describe him.  Royce is a mess in his personality.  It has even been suggested that there are<--is more than one person living inside his sometimes addled brain.

As a youngster, he was described as being as “cool as an Ice Coast wind”.  Outwardly, Royce rarely shows much emotion.  Inside, Royce is awash with emotions.  They rage against him constantly.  It is sometimes more than he can take.  He wishes he could feel less, but it is futile for him to try.  This, however, is in direct contradiction to the cool exterior he shows during times of extreme emotional duress.  Those who love him never are<--are never (word order) sure where they stand with him.  As such, he has lost most of those in his life that he got close too.

He has black moods that continue to haunt him.  They cause him to care little for anything and anyone around him.  Winter is particularly bad for this, and more black moods strike him then than at any other time of year.  It is a trait that is shared with his brother Leyhonne, who has attempted to kill himself on many occasions.  Royce has refused to do this, and views it as taking the easy way out.  Though in truth, he only lives now to await death.  He has no more aspirations, no long term dreams.  Death will be his sweet release from a life that took an idealistic young man and brutally transformed him into a cynical hermit.

Inside he is shy; this was instilled in him at quite a young age, possibly from his mother's fickle love, and from being passed off from one household to another.  For years, it hampered his development into manhood, but now he overcompensates for it with arrogance and manic outbursts.  If he begins to feel vulnerable, a second personality takes over and he becomes very outgoing, to the point of annoyance.  More than once, he has put people off by this reaction.

Love is something he feels deeply, but that even still, he can turn off in a heartbeat, if it means self preservation.  Except Rhianne.  Her, he cannot turn away from, and it haunts him everyday.   When younger, he was too shy to make the first moves with the maidens, but luckily for him, they seemed to like him enough to be the aggressors.  Without that, he might have been single all his life.

Music is very important to Royce.  He can often be heard humming or singing to himself, either songs he has heard bards sing, or ones that he has made up himself.  Most of these songs are ballads of unrequited or lost loves.  By singing these songs, he can feel the emotions that he is too afraid to feel for himself.
No need for triple spacing here. Single spaces are enough between sections.


Strengths:
*Educated- Thanks to his grandparents’ money, he was tutored and has learned to read and write

*Archery- Knows how to use a bow proficiently, but is no master

*Swordsman- Knows how to wield a sword better than most, but is still no master

*Horsemanship- is very skilled with horses

*Smithing- is proficient in the working of metals, so can earn a living without resorting to the sword

Weaknesses:
*Has the strangling Disease- Brought on by spring grass

*Injured Right Eye- His right eye does not see clearly, which is mostly compensated by his left eye, but if his left eye is ever blocked or hurt, he would be limited

*Injured Left Knee- hurts during the cold weather, or after being immobile for too long

*Personality- does not let people get too close, has a defensive wall that he finds hard to overcome

*Moods- is plagued by black moods, more so in winter, that further pull him from mainstream society

*Cutting- he used to cope with emotional pain by cutting himself, now he wears the scars on his arms with humiliation, but still fights the urge
Nice balance in his strengths and weaknesses! Only thing I can mention is simply this: Please end your sentences with "."

Weapons: Has his father's bow, a fine example of archery engineering, being strips of wood glued together with strips of bone and sinew, creating a bow with great pull strength.  Though he can not fire it with the same accuracy as his father, it is his favourite possession.   Royce also has a sword he created for himself while in the army.  It is plain, but well balanced.  It is kept in a plain leather scabbard.

Belongings: He has complete gear for his two horses; and all needed gear for his weapons.  His money belt is filled with coin.

Familiars: Royce has two horses, the big norsidian Centoraurian Stallion, Manowar, and his smaller horse, Danilynn, an eophran brown Kor'och fey Mologh.  Manowar he bought from a Centoraurian mercenary he knew, while Danilynn was a foal he had bred while on his grandparents’ farm.   He also has a hunting hound, Jayupp, who is not trained to hunt, or anything else for that matter. How is it a hunting hound if it does not know how?

Just when Royce thinks he knows everything there is to know about Manowar, the big horse surprises him with something else.  The big horse has a commanding presence and a personality to match.  He is brave and pushy, demanding much from his master in the way of attention.

Dani is a blank slate that Royce can develop on his own.  She is pack broke, but not yet saddle broke.  She is shy and reserved, though very affectionate.  Many times, the two of them can be found napping in the hot sun, Royce with his head on her neck while she is splayed out on the ground.  He keeps succulent roots in his pocket for her when she comes to nuzzle him.

Jayupp is completely too friendly for Royce’s liking.  He has often wondered if the dog would stand by while he was devoured by ulver<--Ulvur, then lick his blood from their claws while wagging its stupid tail.  Still, he could not bare to lose the dumb dog.

I hope my comments have helped you Royce. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them here.

~Sincerely~

Cáo fá cár'tuulén:Twen Araerwen

[Royce Brodlyn Kristoph]

I have made edits to the sections you commented on, Twen.  However, I left one of the run on sentences as is, as my tastes and yours must not be completely harmonious.  The use of the term "hunting hound" was used more to describe what type of dog it was rather than an accurate description of what it did.  As none of my Labrador Retrievers ever learned to fetch. (dumb dogs, or maybe it was me. )

My history I am going to revamp, as I am not content with the cursory timeline of his life.  I will be fleshing it out later this week.  Thank you for your patience and comments.

[Royce Brodlyn Kristoph]

Ok, I fleshed out the history a bit.  Not sure that I will not add more later, but its open for comments I suppose.  Perhaps some critique will spur further additions.

[Royce Brodlyn Kristoph]

Bumping after a 6 day lull

[Twén Aråerwén]

Royce, welcome back to the forum hun. Let me tell you how and why your CD went so long without comments. You have used the improper icon, you have the pencil up. CDs with that icon are considered to be under construction .....

I'll change it for you ....... ~First Approval~

~Sincerely~

Cáo cár'tuulenís:Twen Araerwen

[Royce Brodlyn Kristoph]

Hmm... oversight on my part.  Thank you for correcting that for me Milady.  Well, first approval.  That was like... a bit too easy.  I expected much more to do on this.  However, you may not take it back

[Twén Aråerwén]

I did find one minor grammatical error if you would like to search for it while you wait  .

[Royce Brodlyn Kristoph]

Are you disagreeing with Microsoft Word, which has assured me my spelling and grammar are intact?

[Twén Aråerwén]

Royce was left in the care of his grandparents in Onved.

[Royce Brodlyn Kristoph]

Damn you Microsoft... you have made a fool of me for the last time!

You win this round Milady, but never fear.. Bill Gates shall win the war!

[Kalína Dalá'isyrás]

A word of advice - never trust Word! lol

Anyways, go ahead and remove the color and you shall have your title!

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