Post by Moto Moto on Nov 25, 2012 20:58:23 GMT -5
"Thing'sr strange alrigh' but don' worry, ladies, I'm righ' here."
NAME: Graham "Young" Macintosh
AGE: 17
SPECIES: Human
TYPICAL DRESS:Macintosh Junior wears the traditional outfit of a male Macintosh clans-member; red plaid tunic which drapes off the shoulder to show off his muscles and a belt around the middle. He wears dark brown boots. He also has a blue tattoo on his arm which is also traditional Scotts.
FILM: Brave
Occupation/Status: Protector of the Kingdom & Young Lord of the Macintosh Clan
Family: Lord Macintosh, Lady Macintosh
Friends: Merida, Young macGuffin, Wee Dingwall
Skills: Impressive swordsmanship skills, moderate archery skills and strength.
Weapons: Bow & Arrow, Sword
History: Born the eldest son of the Macintosh clan, Graham/Young Macintosh grew up doted on by his family and the clan. Handsome- to degree- and very athletic, Lord Macintosh praised his son in every way possible. His mother, Lady Rahne Macintosh, was very loving but still stern with her arrogant son despite his father excusing his ego because there were results attached to his awesome. He defeated foes aplenty and excelled in sword fighting.
Informed he’d be pushed into fighting for the hand of the Princess of the lead clan, Young Macintosh had no problem showing up despite his hesitation about marriage and Merida herself. He’d heard things about her, how she was defiant and stubborn. But he wanted to please his clan and when he caught sight of the competition he knew he couldn’t lose. Wee Dingwall was a moron and Young Macguffin wasn’t understandable with his thick accent. The handsome young competed in the games and technically lost, devastating him.
However, through a speech by Merida, Young Macintosh realized he did want to choose his own fate and quickly agreed with the girl. After the mess with Mor’Du and Queen Elinor, the clans united more than ever, Young Macintosh spending more time with Young Macguffin, Wee Dingwall and Merida as the four became fast friends.
Sample Post: Young Macintosh raised his sword and flashed a confident grin. Hiccup gulped, trying to raise his sword. Macintosh chuckled. “Come on now,” he said with a huff, eyes half closed in an arrogant know it all manner, “Ye think you, a wee lad can pick up tha’ sword by yuirself? Let alone face me in combat? Ye’ve got tae be kiddin’ me.” The raven haired youth tossed his hair back out of his eyes and he stood with his sword raised. Hiccup managed to slice at the youth’s arm which in turn caused Macintosh’s arrogant grin to recoiled and be replaced by an evil sneer.
“Alrigh’ c’mon now, show me what ye’ve got,” he snarled, lowering his head, “C’mon lad. Let’s see.”
“Do you have to talk so much while you’re fighting?” Hiccup asked with a sneer, “I mean isn’t that counterproductive?”
“Who’s defeated one thousand foes with his own sword here?” Macintosh said angrily, “I know what I’m doin’. Now stand an’ fight will ye?”
(I didn't recycle my DWoW sample post to fit here, what are you talking about?
)
NAME: Graham "Young" Macintosh
AGE: 17
SPECIES: Human
TYPICAL DRESS:Macintosh Junior wears the traditional outfit of a male Macintosh clans-member; red plaid tunic which drapes off the shoulder to show off his muscles and a belt around the middle. He wears dark brown boots. He also has a blue tattoo on his arm which is also traditional Scotts.
FILM: Brave
Occupation/Status: Protector of the Kingdom & Young Lord of the Macintosh Clan
Family: Lord Macintosh, Lady Macintosh
Friends: Merida, Young macGuffin, Wee Dingwall
Skills: Impressive swordsmanship skills, moderate archery skills and strength.
Weapons: Bow & Arrow, Sword
History: Born the eldest son of the Macintosh clan, Graham/Young Macintosh grew up doted on by his family and the clan. Handsome- to degree- and very athletic, Lord Macintosh praised his son in every way possible. His mother, Lady Rahne Macintosh, was very loving but still stern with her arrogant son despite his father excusing his ego because there were results attached to his awesome. He defeated foes aplenty and excelled in sword fighting.
Informed he’d be pushed into fighting for the hand of the Princess of the lead clan, Young Macintosh had no problem showing up despite his hesitation about marriage and Merida herself. He’d heard things about her, how she was defiant and stubborn. But he wanted to please his clan and when he caught sight of the competition he knew he couldn’t lose. Wee Dingwall was a moron and Young Macguffin wasn’t understandable with his thick accent. The handsome young competed in the games and technically lost, devastating him.
However, through a speech by Merida, Young Macintosh realized he did want to choose his own fate and quickly agreed with the girl. After the mess with Mor’Du and Queen Elinor, the clans united more than ever, Young Macintosh spending more time with Young Macguffin, Wee Dingwall and Merida as the four became fast friends.
Sample Post: Young Macintosh raised his sword and flashed a confident grin. Hiccup gulped, trying to raise his sword. Macintosh chuckled. “Come on now,” he said with a huff, eyes half closed in an arrogant know it all manner, “Ye think you, a wee lad can pick up tha’ sword by yuirself? Let alone face me in combat? Ye’ve got tae be kiddin’ me.” The raven haired youth tossed his hair back out of his eyes and he stood with his sword raised. Hiccup managed to slice at the youth’s arm which in turn caused Macintosh’s arrogant grin to recoiled and be replaced by an evil sneer.
“Alrigh’ c’mon now, show me what ye’ve got,” he snarled, lowering his head, “C’mon lad. Let’s see.”
“Do you have to talk so much while you’re fighting?” Hiccup asked with a sneer, “I mean isn’t that counterproductive?”
“Who’s defeated one thousand foes with his own sword here?” Macintosh said angrily, “I know what I’m doin’. Now stand an’ fight will ye?”
(I didn't recycle my DWoW sample post to fit here, what are you talking about?
)