Dunno if this is where I post this kind of stuff, since i'm new to all this but here I go 
Well this is the beginning of my characters childhood. Â It leads into his actual Bio. Â Since I just started a Arthurioux last night on Balumg ( have my main on Excalibur might be transferring soon) Â So I guess this is my Pre-Bio hope it's not too long. Â Thoughts, Questions, Comments welcome thanks.
Two totally different sides to the same coin, would totallyexplain the personality or the twins Arthurioux and Phrostbyte. They were opposites but inseparable. Theyloved to play as younglings do, inside and just outside the entrances to their home. The day their relationship changedwas a normal day, filled with laughing and playing outside under the thick tree covered forest of the Black Shroud.
“Watch this Art! I bet you can’t catch meâ€
Phrost took out two tiny daggers from his tiny boots and leapedonto a giant moss covered tree. Usingthe tiny knives to climb swiftly to the high limps of the monstrous tree. Â
“Phrost get down from there! What if you are seen by one ofTHEM?! Get down!†Art yelled, looking up from forest animals he had circled around him. As he did often, he alwaysloved the company of tiny companions.Â
Creatures of any kind always fascinated Arthuriox, especially the storiesof the PRIMALS.
“Fine, Fine! One second, let me leave my mark†Phrost said,with his classic cocky wink.
Phrost turns towards the tree, balancing like a gymnast onone of its large branches. Before heputs his dagger in the trees flesh to carve his symbol he made up in lessons the day before. Telling his brother,everyone will know me some day , and my mark, he stops
“You hear something Art?â€
“No…..What…..â€
Just as Phrost turns back an arrow whizzed by this face andburies itself deep in the giant tree. The quite of the forest was shattered by a loud thunderous noise. The goundstarted to shake and tremble, it seemed like an earthquake to the two young duskwrights. The Tree that young Phrostwas on was not a normal tree but a monstrous Trent slumbering. It awoke angry, with a barrage of arrows no buriedalong its side. The scared Phrost wasbeing flung around like a doll, doing all he could to stay on the tree! Clinching his home made daggers for dearlife, while they hold him to the large branch he was standing on moment ago.
“Prost! Prost! I’m coming†Art scared runs to the base ofthe tree, dodging limbs and leaves.Â
“Please, Please, stop, let my brother go!!†Art screamed tothe giant tree
Not knowing what to do, his young mind raced and looked foranything and everything, for help, for a way to help his brother and who was firing arrows, nothing was shown to him.
“Jump! I’ll catch you†he said finally
Not knowing what else to do his older twin let go of hisdaggers and feel right onto his younger brother.
“I’m okay I’m okay, let’s get out of here “Art yelled.
Phrost helped his brother up and took off towards theentrance of the cave. He was at the entrancebefore he ever looked back. To hissurprise his brother was not next to him.Â
He turned back and could barely recognize his twin hopping towards him inthe distance, from the leaves and branches flying about and the look on his face, a mix between fear, panic and incredible pain. He scanned the area and noticed a largebranch or arrow. In the leg of his brother.
“Run!!! It’s Coming!â€Â
Arthurioux turned his head an saw the eyes of the treant baringdown on him as he raised his colossal branch like hand. He drove into the cave just as his giantspalm came crashing down on the entrance of the cave. Once the dust cleared, Phrost looked down andsaw his brother, his twin looking up at him.
“Please don’t limb any more trees†Arthuriox said in a lowvoice with a smile
“Promise!.. You ok?â€
“I think so, my leg, it’s killing me, but I think I’ll liveâ€
They both looked down at Arthurioux leg, or what was left ofit. His left leg looked to be broken, ina dozen places and covered in blood, rocks and dirt.
From then on their relationship was never the same. They still loved each other, but seldom didanything together. Arthurioux seldom didanything with anyone. In his families’ eyes, he was no good to them, but they never said it. Arthurioux drew intohimself and his forest and cavern companion.Â
While his brother Phrost became one of the youngest and dangerousDuskwrights the clan had ever seen. Hequickly gained the reputation for pillaging anything, on wheels! Every time he was look the caves to do whathe does, he would always bring back his twin, sticks and lumber for his brothers latest cane. Arthurioux while, survivingthat run in with the treant, it left his leg permanently scared, while he could walk unassisted for a short time, he always had a cane or add with him.
Now that his brother was the leading thief of theirduskwright clan and he was now looked at, as the handicapped brother of a great pillager and could not take a button mushroom from a baby Roegadyn.
Well this is the beginning of my characters childhood. Â It leads into his actual Bio. Â Since I just started a Arthurioux last night on Balumg ( have my main on Excalibur might be transferring soon) Â So I guess this is my Pre-Bio hope it's not too long. Â Thoughts, Questions, Comments welcome thanks.
Two totally different sides to the same coin, would totallyexplain the personality or the twins Arthurioux and Phrostbyte. They were opposites but inseparable. Theyloved to play as younglings do, inside and just outside the entrances to their home. The day their relationship changedwas a normal day, filled with laughing and playing outside under the thick tree covered forest of the Black Shroud.
“Watch this Art! I bet you can’t catch meâ€
Phrost took out two tiny daggers from his tiny boots and leapedonto a giant moss covered tree. Usingthe tiny knives to climb swiftly to the high limps of the monstrous tree. Â
“Phrost get down from there! What if you are seen by one ofTHEM?! Get down!†Art yelled, looking up from forest animals he had circled around him. As he did often, he alwaysloved the company of tiny companions.Â
Creatures of any kind always fascinated Arthuriox, especially the storiesof the PRIMALS.
“Fine, Fine! One second, let me leave my mark†Phrost said,with his classic cocky wink.
Phrost turns towards the tree, balancing like a gymnast onone of its large branches. Before heputs his dagger in the trees flesh to carve his symbol he made up in lessons the day before. Telling his brother,everyone will know me some day , and my mark, he stops
“You hear something Art?â€
“No…..What…..â€
Just as Phrost turns back an arrow whizzed by this face andburies itself deep in the giant tree. The quite of the forest was shattered by a loud thunderous noise. The goundstarted to shake and tremble, it seemed like an earthquake to the two young duskwrights. The Tree that young Phrostwas on was not a normal tree but a monstrous Trent slumbering. It awoke angry, with a barrage of arrows no buriedalong its side. The scared Phrost wasbeing flung around like a doll, doing all he could to stay on the tree! Clinching his home made daggers for dearlife, while they hold him to the large branch he was standing on moment ago.
“Prost! Prost! I’m coming†Art scared runs to the base ofthe tree, dodging limbs and leaves.Â
“Please, Please, stop, let my brother go!!†Art screamed tothe giant tree
Not knowing what to do, his young mind raced and looked foranything and everything, for help, for a way to help his brother and who was firing arrows, nothing was shown to him.
“Jump! I’ll catch you†he said finally
Not knowing what else to do his older twin let go of hisdaggers and feel right onto his younger brother.
“I’m okay I’m okay, let’s get out of here “Art yelled.
Phrost helped his brother up and took off towards theentrance of the cave. He was at the entrancebefore he ever looked back. To hissurprise his brother was not next to him.Â
He turned back and could barely recognize his twin hopping towards him inthe distance, from the leaves and branches flying about and the look on his face, a mix between fear, panic and incredible pain. He scanned the area and noticed a largebranch or arrow. In the leg of his brother.
“Run!!! It’s Coming!â€Â
Arthurioux turned his head an saw the eyes of the treant baringdown on him as he raised his colossal branch like hand. He drove into the cave just as his giantspalm came crashing down on the entrance of the cave. Once the dust cleared, Phrost looked down andsaw his brother, his twin looking up at him.
“Please don’t limb any more trees†Arthuriox said in a lowvoice with a smile
“Promise!.. You ok?â€
“I think so, my leg, it’s killing me, but I think I’ll liveâ€
They both looked down at Arthurioux leg, or what was left ofit. His left leg looked to be broken, ina dozen places and covered in blood, rocks and dirt.
From then on their relationship was never the same. They still loved each other, but seldom didanything together. Arthurioux seldom didanything with anyone. In his families’ eyes, he was no good to them, but they never said it. Arthurioux drew intohimself and his forest and cavern companion.Â
While his brother Phrost became one of the youngest and dangerousDuskwrights the clan had ever seen. Hequickly gained the reputation for pillaging anything, on wheels! Every time he was look the caves to do whathe does, he would always bring back his twin, sticks and lumber for his brothers latest cane. Arthurioux while, survivingthat run in with the treant, it left his leg permanently scared, while he could walk unassisted for a short time, he always had a cane or add with him.
Now that his brother was the leading thief of theirduskwright clan and he was now looked at, as the handicapped brother of a great pillager and could not take a button mushroom from a baby Roegadyn.
