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Balin Alonso

 Profile Information
Member Name: Balin Alonso
Given Name:  Balin Alonso
Species: Homo sapiens
Date of Birth: (Can't be defined; outdated calendar)
Parents:  Unknown
Height:  6'4''
Weight:  235 lbs.
Eye Color: Sapphire
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Locomotion: Bipedal movement
Member Information
Date of Entry: 01/01/1998
General Designation: Master Swordsman
Homeworld: Earth of the Sol System
Allies: Varies
Rivals: Varies
Enemies: Varies
Ailments: Extreme jetlag (off by a few millennia)
Weapon of Choice: Two-Handed Longsword
Vehicle of Choice: Horse
Statistics:
Strength: 93.5
IQ: 97
Dexterity: 99
Stamina: 92
Avr. Accuracy: 100% (w/auto-aim)
Avr. Flight Accuracy: Not good
Leadership Skills: 92
Puzzle-solving Skills: 80-90
Tactics: 100
Overall:  93
Member Biography:

Balin lived a moderately-normal life in medieval Europe. As a boy, he grew up working at his father’s farm. When he became a teen, he served as his uncle’s page, later becoming his squire. Once he became twenty-five or so, he was knighted, and roamed the countryside, enlisting his knightly and chivalrous services to others for moderate pay, rescuing damsels or caravans from bandits or hordes, and basically riding around on horseback or walking on foot for the next several years. He was one of the only knights who truly held up the code of chivalry, taking the example of his good uncle.
At that time, every town had a legendary hero, who would come home about every other month or year with stories of slaying dragons or hunting down evil warlocks. Balin was not one of these heroes, but he was eager to follow in the footsteps of the mythical heroes. (There really weren’t any dragons, and very few warlocks, so, from a modern standpoint, one must realize that these ‘heroes’ were just making these stories up.) One day, just out of the blue, his chance to be a hero came. He was staying at an unknown town’s inn a griffin flew overhead. It was being quickly pursued by several heavily-armored and somewhat singed knights on horseback. Balin wanted to know what was going on, but none of the knights would stop to tell him what was going on, so he grabbed a lance, and smacked one of the knights off his horse before he could get away. The knight was obviously peeved, and gave Balin a good smack across the back of the head with his gauntlet. Balin asked what was going on, and the knight’s mood went from angered to effusive, exclaiming that there was a strange abundance of monsters which everyone had doubted to exist. Upon hearing the news, Balin strapped on his armor, grabbed his sword, jumped on his horse, and went galloping after the group of warriors. When Balin caught up to them, they were embroiled in a large melee with very many monsters. Dragons, griffins, ogres, trolls, serpents, lots and lots of monsters. Oddly enough, there was one really gig dragon, but it didn’t fight. Instead, it was being ridden by someone Balin describes as ‘some brown-haired harlot girl wearing sheened black clothing and one of the prettiest but frightening grins I’ve ever seen. She couldn’t have been much over a score minus three or four years.’ Balin fought with the warriors, fighting for as long as they could before retreating. The creatures had been strangely powerful, and they had only two choices; run, or die horrible, fiery deaths involving really big carnivorous monsters. They decided to run. Most of the warriors were badly injured, burnt, and some even missing a limb or two. As they were riding away, some swore that they had seen a white blur head for the same creatures they were running away from, probably to ‘thrash ‘em a good one.’ The sounds of inhuman screeches and cries confirmed that prognosis.
Balin and a few others went back to check the battlefield out. They expected the grass to be stained red with pieces of the beasts they had been fighting littering the place, but instead, the battlefield was completely clean. It was as if nothing had been there at all.
(to be fiished)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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