Post by arik on May 14, 2007 17:15:11 GMT -5
Character Name: Arik Novgood Kaden
Character Age: 1234
Race: elf
Personality: He likes to spend time with his friends, who mainly are fighters like him. He may be good at fighting but, he still loses his cool and goes wild, most of the time getting himself a nice crossbow bolt in his leg. He loves to go fast, beyond all desires, if you have something that goes fast, hide it or he'll crash it.
Appearance: He looks like most elves, besides the fact that he looks somewhat more weathered. He as most of his fellows has white hair and white skin. He has light blue eyes and right next to his right eye a small scar from a small skirmish with a thief.
He uses a bow as a secondary weapon so therefore his arms are rather strong from pulling a bowstring. He also has string stance from sword fighting with many opponents.
Alignment: How good is a hitman?
Biography-
Family Background: He is the son of two eleven lords, who abandoned him after they lost their when their king was slain in a battle. After being abandoned when he was roughly seven, a ageing assassin found him and trained him to become his successor. When he died Arik inherited his money and equipment, some light leather amour, a oak bow and two treasured iron short swords.
History: After his master died, he began to accept deals as a hitman, usually working for kingdoms as a special forces unit. But that was little for what he is in for now.
Other:
Has no power whatsoever with magic
Sample Role Play of your character:
He walked though the forest slowly. His bow strung and at his side he walked with confidence. heard something snap nearby, at his he drew an arrow and continued walking. While he tried to look as though he wasn't scared, he was a bit. Something snapping in a woods that has recently been quiet was normally a bad sign.
Now that he listened he noticed how quiet the woods. It was quiet ,and not to be cliche, too quiet. He stopped and listened for more sounds pulling back and arrow and pointing into the darkness. "who is there" he said.
Suddenly an arrow was fired and he moved just in time the tip of the arrow actually cutting his upper arm. He fired an arrow in the direction of the person who had fired the first. He was too late a person had sprung out of the trees and began attacking him with far more speed than any other creature should manage.
Character Age: 1234
Race: elf
Personality: He likes to spend time with his friends, who mainly are fighters like him. He may be good at fighting but, he still loses his cool and goes wild, most of the time getting himself a nice crossbow bolt in his leg. He loves to go fast, beyond all desires, if you have something that goes fast, hide it or he'll crash it.
Appearance: He looks like most elves, besides the fact that he looks somewhat more weathered. He as most of his fellows has white hair and white skin. He has light blue eyes and right next to his right eye a small scar from a small skirmish with a thief.
He uses a bow as a secondary weapon so therefore his arms are rather strong from pulling a bowstring. He also has string stance from sword fighting with many opponents.
Alignment: How good is a hitman?
Biography-
Family Background: He is the son of two eleven lords, who abandoned him after they lost their when their king was slain in a battle. After being abandoned when he was roughly seven, a ageing assassin found him and trained him to become his successor. When he died Arik inherited his money and equipment, some light leather amour, a oak bow and two treasured iron short swords.
History: After his master died, he began to accept deals as a hitman, usually working for kingdoms as a special forces unit. But that was little for what he is in for now.
Other:
Has no power whatsoever with magic
Sample Role Play of your character:
He walked though the forest slowly. His bow strung and at his side he walked with confidence. heard something snap nearby, at his he drew an arrow and continued walking. While he tried to look as though he wasn't scared, he was a bit. Something snapping in a woods that has recently been quiet was normally a bad sign.
Now that he listened he noticed how quiet the woods. It was quiet ,and not to be cliche, too quiet. He stopped and listened for more sounds pulling back and arrow and pointing into the darkness. "who is there" he said.
Suddenly an arrow was fired and he moved just in time the tip of the arrow actually cutting his upper arm. He fired an arrow in the direction of the person who had fired the first. He was too late a person had sprung out of the trees and began attacking him with far more speed than any other creature should manage.