Celden - crazyninja123

[Crazyninja123]

Name: Celden Aethela
Nickname/Alias: Celden of The Woods
Age: 27 (Looks to be 18) *edit* reduced age by 30 years, shouldn't change anything really, worked better with backstory.
Gender: Male.
Race: Elf.
Height: 6 feet tall.
Weight: 165 lbs.
Hair: Long blonde hair.
Eyes: Light blue.
Skin: Fair.
Identifying Marks: Nothing out of the ordinary.
Appearance: He looks rough, yet he has an aura of nobility and grace that all elves seem to possess. He wears durable, simple clothes and hunting gear. To those who do not know him, they would probably think he is a thief or ruffian. He has been an adventurer and traveler for many years, and he is at home in the solitude of the woods.
Strengths: Celden is strong in Marksmanship and Archery, Scouting, Stealth, Tracking, and Surviving.
Weaknesses and fears: Wealth, Gaining the trust of others and also trusting others, His past bothers him, and he is slightly paranoid.
Religion and cults: He believes in himself, first.

Profession: Survivalist and Ranger

 

[itsemiel]

How about you make the text less bold and keep it black? Also, if you place some enters on the right places, you make it a lot easier to read.

 

[Crazyninja123]

I did that, thanks. I'd like to add on to the post, also. It wasn't letting me press enter for some reason, so, here goes.

Back-story of why he is in his current occupation, not getting into childhood and all that, irrelevant: -Two years after his parents' death- With his back pressed against the cool stone wall of the alleyway, he slowly spun the corner, his bowstring taut, an arrow gripped between his fingers. Celden scanned over his target with his eyes, a middle-aged man in a guard's uniform. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about his goal, if it was actually worth it. The bowstring relaxed a bit, but then he took a breath and pulled it taut. As Celden's eyelids rose, the arrow was released from his longbow and the guard was on the ground, clutching his throat. He quickly moved to the body, retrieving his arrow and wiping it on the grass. Celden pulled the corpse out of sight after taking the key from its belt. He unlocked the door and silently entered the house, his arrow resting on the bow. A man sat in the room across the hallway, watching the blaze of the fireplace while reading. Celden slowly slipped his bow over his torso, pulling out a small dagger from a sheath located in his boot. He slowly edged forwards, his footsteps barely making a noise on the stone floor. As he got closer, he knew that this was his true target, and quickly ran towards the man, gripping the top of his head and slitting his throat. Celden reached into the man's jacket pocket, retrieving a letter of some sort, it didn't matter what it was to him, this is what his employer wanted. He slipped the document into a satchel on his waist, sheathed his dagger and quietly escaped from the house. As he strode casually to their meeting place, he was unaware of eyes watching him. Celden looked at the moon, waited a couple of minutes, and sure enough, his employer walked over, clad in a black cloak. "Do you have it?" he asked. "Yes, it's right here.." Celden replied, pulling out the letter and handing it to the man. The man in the cloak snickered and greedily put the paper into a pouch. "Very good... but, one more thing before you get paid." said the man. "Please, just give me the money so I can get out of here-" Celden started to retort as he heard four sets of footsteps behind him. He turned around, and there were 4 city guardsmen staring at him, weapons in hand. "Blast...!" Celden exclaimed, pushing the man in the cloak backwards. He quickly ran and leapt over a low stone wall, coming to a rolling landing on the other side. A whistle pierced the air and soon after a black horse came thundering down the cobblestone street. Celden hopped on and spurred the horse onwards, avoiding guards at every turn. Once he got out of the city gates, he rode and rode, deep into the forest. Around two months later, Celden on top of his horse galloped into a small river town. On the town notice board, there were several wanted posters with a crude drawing of his face, and a reward of 3,000 gold pieces for his capture, dead or alive. He gasped and looked around quickly. The man he had killed earlier turned out to be a high-ranking noble of the city. Celden knew he would have to leave this land and start anew. After buying a few supplies, he took a deep breath and rode on to a new adventure.