Post by Laydon of Jagkha on May 9, 2010 21:54:21 GMT -8
Name:
Laydon of Jagkha
Nickname(s):
Laydon
Age:
19
Date of Birth:
April 19
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Practice:
White Sorcerer
Abilities:
Natural Vitality
All Better
Loyalty:
Highest bidder…
Status/Occupation:
Knight
Height:
5’7
Weight:
143 pounds
Body Type:
Slender
Face Type:
Heart shaped
Complexion:
Half way between ivory and fair
Eyes:
Expressive brown
Hair:
White-blonde
Clothing Style:
Long, loose clothing that looks dramatic and allows for easy movement, preferably dark colors like black, gray, blood red, and dark muted violet
I am eloquent.
Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.
~Blaise Pascal
Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding.
~David Hume
Eloquence, n. The art of orally persuading fools that white is the color that it appears to be. It includes the gift of making any color appear white.
~Ambrose Bierce
Every idea is an incitement... Eloquence may set fire to reason.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes
I am a performer.
Fans are what make a performer and I've always taken them seriously.
~Charley Pride
No performer should attempt to bite off red-hot iron unless he has a good set of teeth.
~Harry Houdini
The mind of the performer is a very strange thing.
~James Galway
The public pays and feels it is entitled to participate in the personal affairs of a performer.
~Hedy Lamarr
I am ambitious.
A slave has but one master; an ambitious man has as many masters as there are people who may be useful in bettering his position.
~Jean de la Bruyere
I have been ambitious to be a somebody from the time I was 5 years old.
~Ethel Merman
It is a paradoxical but profoundly true and important principle of life that the most likely way to reach a goal is to be aiming not at that goal itself but at some more ambitious goal beyond it.
~Arnold J. Toynbee
Men may be popular without being ambitious, but there is hardly an ambitious man who does not try to be popular.
~Lord North
I am envious.
As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.
~Antisthenes
The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause.
~Baltasar Gracian
Nature, more of a stepmother than a mother in several ways, has sown a seed of evil in the hearts of mortals, especially in the more thoughtful men, which makes them dissatisfied with their own lot and envious of another’s.
~Desiderius Erasmus
The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbor.
~Horace
Raised to be eloquent:
I was the first born son to Tonian of Jagkha. This means I was born to privilege and destined for knighthood. From the moment of my birth I was being groomed and trained to bring honor to my noble family. I spoke in a way that made others want to listen. I walked in a way that made others want to follow. Like a prized horse, I was always put on display. Meanwhile my parents were searching for the perfect mare.
Born a performer:
I can’t say I ever resented this limelight. I was doted upon for my compliance. I executed the tricks I was taught well and in exchange I received the best of everything. I made women blush and men worship. My father taught me well the ins and outs of politics. I could have the queen herself eating out of the palm of my hand. The truth of that matter is, it’s all about showmanship.
Propelled by ambition:
I always wanted to be where my father wanted me to be. It was not because of him. I cared very little about his approval. I simply wanted to be at the top. I desired power, attention. I desired the best. I worked hard for it to ensure I deserved it. Earning my knighthood was one of the proudest moment of my young life. I saw it as the first stepping stone to greatness. I could never do that as just another face in the king’s army…
Cursed by envy:
Something dark grew inside of me while I was in the army. I felt my upward climb become stagnant as I became just another knight. My dreams of glory seemed wasted and I envied those who seemed to possess it. So I did the only sensible thing I could do under the circumstances. I served my year and then applied for release. On my nineteenth birthday I left the City and went in search of my own fame and fortune.
The adventure begins:
By this point, the sun was beating down upon him with such force that it felt like a searing hand pushing him down. Sweat beaded against his pale skin, skin that was now pink from the harsh rays. His foot slipped as rock crumbled beneath, sending clumps of dirt and stone tumbling towards the earth below. Laydon was so high that he could not even see it hit the bottom.
He was glad for this. The last thing the young knight needed was something to remind him of how high up he had climbed. His muscles were beginning to ache, but his breathing came out smooth and easy. Thank goodness for a little bit of magic. Laydon sent a quick prayer to Biodenae, thanking her for his life and asking for protection. After that he had to continue his dangerous climb.
The next ledge was so far away. He could make it. Laydon’s crystal pendent glowed with the life that was pulsing through his veins. It would keep his grip strong and push his muscles past their limit. He would pay the price, but not until later. Not until he was able to rest. That was when he heard it. A loud screeching noise. The knight froze. That screech had been far too loud to be an eagle…
