Name: James Telfan

Race: Hylian (Too much hair for people to tell.)

Age: 19

Gender: (Are you a guy? Or a gal? Or... both?)

Physical Descriptions:
James Telfan wears a brownish cloak without a hood, with the opening in the front revealing darker, and simple clothes. His charcoal black hair waves very long, going over his ears, completely covering them, and almost cutting right over the forehead. It's rather thick and goes out, like a wig but still somewhat well-combed. He wears dark brown gloves, the right one being strangely laced with a silverish wrap. (explains why in Armor.)

(I scourged the net to find something to show his cloak.)


(Also, me being a zelda fan, I apologize but I HAVE to post this as a character. Pwetty please? :[)



Mentality: James Telfan is rather kind, (or atleast tries to be) though he can be somewhat idiotic at times, he's usually normal in conversations. He can sometimes be moody. However, he has the oddest idea to hide that he is hylian, thanks to his hair, and say that hes human. He also seems to use somewhat cheesy metaphorical, phrases, one begin more commonly used, about him using skill as his pride and his sword as his gravestone. He's also a 'mean' drunk. (Note that he's a softy for deku scrubs. As much as a fruitcake as I can make James, it seems neccessary to add on some sort of weakness.)

Weapons: He uses a blade with a black sheath, with a small white symbole of a cloud that reaches the hilt, though not quite going into it, and onto the shoulder and guard. The guard of the blade is very thick and goes out straightly, then dents upward evenly on both sides.

Armor: (Uh-oh. I've already shown most of this in appearance.) His brown cloak is very thick, and inside his right glove is a piece of metal, that goes over his hand, that can be used as a small shield, to parry blades or other weaponry. (Though blunt weaponry such as axes may cut through it.)

Accessories: He has a fake pendant on a necklace inside his clothing, so nobody can see it, over his chest. Its also much like the piece of armor inside his glove, though nothing is holding it still other than the clothing. He also has a wooden flute he carries around for some entertainment, as one of his talents.

Techniques: James Telfan (not really a special rather than a fighting technique) uses the longer guard of the blade (Protecting the hilt and such) as an advantage sometimes. He can quickly rotate his left hand into holding the blade normally into putting some fingers above the guard, letting him throw the blade forward, with his fingers still holding onto it, using force as weapon, using less of his energy. Also, due to the bottom of the blade hilt being flat,when he sets his fingers over the guard, he can stab with the sword and pull back and do so very quickly untill his hand gets tired or untill his fingers slip, in which the thing would fly off at whatever he's stabbing.

History: Now a drifter due to his past, his parents are dead, him being an only child, (He's 19 anyway, he can get over it.) he's been travelling for a few years, beginning at the age of sixteen, when his dad died. His mom died shortly after his birth. His dad taught him the basics of swordsmanship, and he tought himself the rest, which is why its an estranged fighting style, though he's caught himself on to a way to make it very effective.


Bio: James Telfan is a drifter of sorts, and he'll take on a lot of jobs for money, and do what he can to push forward in travelling. For the fact that he takes on all sorts of jobs, to others, he'll seem very troublesome and discooperative.

RP Sample: James sat by the campfire, gazing onto it, his sword in the sheath, leaning against his leg. He had a bundle of small sticks to his left, and he slowly fed the fire. He began mumbling to himself like he does when nobody is around. "No money, no job. Nothing to do. No food..." He began listing off things he didn't have as he heard a crackle in the woods. Out of curiosity he stood up, pulling the blade of his sheath, and picked up one of the sticks in his hand, and tossed it out there. An estranged noise cracked through. He probably just tossed something at a cat. He walked forward seeing nothing in the distance. Nothing more to do he just groaned loudly and stuck his sword in the sheath and fell against the dirt and passed out, trying to get rid of the thought of hunger.




(Sorry if I didn't do too well. A bit nervous in character approval. >.>)