Post by Max452 on Sept 16, 2008 0:16:53 GMT -5
Your username: Max452
Character's name: Tyr Valentine (pronounced "tear")
Character's age: 25
Character's attitude: If anything he loves to manipulate and torment just about anyone. He's cynical, lay back, sarcastic, and sinister; to name his good qualities. He's very proud and vain and desires only to see others in pain and suffering. He's charming, which makes him unpredictable and curious to all those he meets. He's rude and frank and is known to be a womanizer. (OOC: LOL I soo had to put that in! lol)
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: He's 6'2, average build, black hair that seems to have a tint of blue, and dark hazel eyes. He wears a black sleeveless tunic and black pants, with a white sash across his waist. He wears black boots and has black fingerless gloves that have guards on the hard side of his palm (right below the knuckles and extends towards the middle of the hand).
Here's what he looks like:
Character's allegiance: Empire
Weapons: A slick longsword that he carries on his back; the sash that holds its sheath is black and is slung over his chest. In the front of the sash, on his chest, there are multiple slots for his throwing knives. He is extraordinary in magic. He's a close combat fighter and a strong manipulator.
Here's his longsword:
Other Info: He is a member of the Black Hand and thus his skills range from protection to assassinations.
History: Tyr was born to Rafe and Beka Valentine a simple and kind couple who lived in Teirm. He grew up as a merchant's son and showed an exceptional learning curve on whatever he could get his hands on. However, he also grew up as a manipulative child but no one could understand why he acted so badly; his parents were kind folks and desired only what was best for Tyr.
Unlike his parents, Tyr enjoyed tormenting the other children and even adults by the time he was 7 years old. To discipline him, Tyr was sent to his uncle, who was a military official and instructor in Teirm, but even he had trouble controlling the troubled boy. They had hoped that if the boy learned the disciplinary arts of the military, that he would change his attitude, but it backed fired when he used his combat skills against the other students.
During one of his training exercises, Tyr became angry at one of the officials and innately summoned magic on him. Frightened, his uncle and parents called upon the Empire's help, hoping to be rid of him.
Luckily for Tyr's family, and perhaps Tyr himself, a member of the Black Hand, who was stationed in Teirm, heard of the boy and came to take him as one of his apprentices.
For the rest of his life, Tyr learned to control the magic that came so easily to him as well as his mastery with the sword. He rose in the ranks of the Black Hand and became a favorite when missions arose.
As his reputation with the Black Hand grew, his reputation with women did as well; he was known to be a womanizer, for he was beautiful as he was charming. Yet, do not mistake his weakness as a hindrance, for he does his job well and has been brought up as a loyal servant of the King and only the King.
Tyr has a rivalry with Einar, for he has grown to know of the assassin's reputation and desires to surpass it by the only way he knows how: either to be better at his missions or to kill Einar himself. This envy can either be Tyr's moment to become great or it could end up as his downfall.
Role Play Sample: Lying on his stomach and bare backed, Tyr tried to get some sleep before attending a mandatory meeting for the Black Hand, but the woman beside him would not stop trying to cuddle with him. Groaning with annoyance, Tyr rolled out of bed and began to dress himself.
"So, I was thinking we can see each other tonight?"
"Can't. I got stuff I need to do." Tyr pulled the shirt over his head and began to arm himself.
"Oh, okay. How about tomorrow." the woman asked as she leaned her head in her palm.
"Busy."
"Am I ever going to see you again?"
"No." Tyr replied with indifference and walked out of the room and out into the dirt roads of Gil'ead.
Walking to a nearby tavern, Tyr sat himself down on a bar stool and ordered a pint.
"You're here early, Tyr."
"Yeah, she wouldn't shut up." Tyr took a drought.
"If I had a woman like that, I don't think I would get out of bed so early." The bartender commented.
Tyr scoffed. "You would if ya heard her talk."
The bartender shook his head. "You know, I hope one day you'll get your heartbroken, then you come back to me and tell me if you don't want to hear her voice again."
Tyr laughed. "Never gonna happen. Here." He paid for his mead and took another long drought before exiting.
***
"You're late, Tyr."
"Apologies, Master." Tyr bowed his head before his longtime mentor.
"Never mind that, here is your assignment." his mentor handed him a parchment.
Tyr opened it and read it. "I see."
"Keep it clean. The King doesn't want any news of this to become out in the open."
"Aye, master. I remember my training."
"Good. Kill them all. Leave no traces of you or the Empire."
Tyr smiled. "It will be done."
Character's name: Tyr Valentine (pronounced "tear")
Character's age: 25
Character's attitude: If anything he loves to manipulate and torment just about anyone. He's cynical, lay back, sarcastic, and sinister; to name his good qualities. He's very proud and vain and desires only to see others in pain and suffering. He's charming, which makes him unpredictable and curious to all those he meets. He's rude and frank and is known to be a womanizer. (OOC: LOL I soo had to put that in! lol)
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: He's 6'2, average build, black hair that seems to have a tint of blue, and dark hazel eyes. He wears a black sleeveless tunic and black pants, with a white sash across his waist. He wears black boots and has black fingerless gloves that have guards on the hard side of his palm (right below the knuckles and extends towards the middle of the hand).
Here's what he looks like:
Character's allegiance: Empire
Weapons: A slick longsword that he carries on his back; the sash that holds its sheath is black and is slung over his chest. In the front of the sash, on his chest, there are multiple slots for his throwing knives. He is extraordinary in magic. He's a close combat fighter and a strong manipulator.
Here's his longsword:
Other Info: He is a member of the Black Hand and thus his skills range from protection to assassinations.
History: Tyr was born to Rafe and Beka Valentine a simple and kind couple who lived in Teirm. He grew up as a merchant's son and showed an exceptional learning curve on whatever he could get his hands on. However, he also grew up as a manipulative child but no one could understand why he acted so badly; his parents were kind folks and desired only what was best for Tyr.
Unlike his parents, Tyr enjoyed tormenting the other children and even adults by the time he was 7 years old. To discipline him, Tyr was sent to his uncle, who was a military official and instructor in Teirm, but even he had trouble controlling the troubled boy. They had hoped that if the boy learned the disciplinary arts of the military, that he would change his attitude, but it backed fired when he used his combat skills against the other students.
During one of his training exercises, Tyr became angry at one of the officials and innately summoned magic on him. Frightened, his uncle and parents called upon the Empire's help, hoping to be rid of him.
Luckily for Tyr's family, and perhaps Tyr himself, a member of the Black Hand, who was stationed in Teirm, heard of the boy and came to take him as one of his apprentices.
For the rest of his life, Tyr learned to control the magic that came so easily to him as well as his mastery with the sword. He rose in the ranks of the Black Hand and became a favorite when missions arose.
As his reputation with the Black Hand grew, his reputation with women did as well; he was known to be a womanizer, for he was beautiful as he was charming. Yet, do not mistake his weakness as a hindrance, for he does his job well and has been brought up as a loyal servant of the King and only the King.
Tyr has a rivalry with Einar, for he has grown to know of the assassin's reputation and desires to surpass it by the only way he knows how: either to be better at his missions or to kill Einar himself. This envy can either be Tyr's moment to become great or it could end up as his downfall.
Role Play Sample: Lying on his stomach and bare backed, Tyr tried to get some sleep before attending a mandatory meeting for the Black Hand, but the woman beside him would not stop trying to cuddle with him. Groaning with annoyance, Tyr rolled out of bed and began to dress himself.
"So, I was thinking we can see each other tonight?"
"Can't. I got stuff I need to do." Tyr pulled the shirt over his head and began to arm himself.
"Oh, okay. How about tomorrow." the woman asked as she leaned her head in her palm.
"Busy."
"Am I ever going to see you again?"
"No." Tyr replied with indifference and walked out of the room and out into the dirt roads of Gil'ead.
Walking to a nearby tavern, Tyr sat himself down on a bar stool and ordered a pint.
"You're here early, Tyr."
"Yeah, she wouldn't shut up." Tyr took a drought.
"If I had a woman like that, I don't think I would get out of bed so early." The bartender commented.
Tyr scoffed. "You would if ya heard her talk."
The bartender shook his head. "You know, I hope one day you'll get your heartbroken, then you come back to me and tell me if you don't want to hear her voice again."
Tyr laughed. "Never gonna happen. Here." He paid for his mead and took another long drought before exiting.
***
"You're late, Tyr."
"Apologies, Master." Tyr bowed his head before his longtime mentor.
"Never mind that, here is your assignment." his mentor handed him a parchment.
Tyr opened it and read it. "I see."
"Keep it clean. The King doesn't want any news of this to become out in the open."
"Aye, master. I remember my training."
"Good. Kill them all. Leave no traces of you or the Empire."
Tyr smiled. "It will be done."
