Post by Max452 on May 27, 2013 0:55:08 GMT -5
Your username: Max452
Character's name: Arash "Bray"
Character's age: 36
Character's attitude: Bray is straight to the point. He does not like to dawdle and prefers to take the direct approach when it comes to anything and everything. He is loyal to the core - once you've earned it - and desires only to serve the greater good. He holds a stoic and cold demeanor, but only out of fear of losing control of the primal instinct to kill.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: Bray is 6'2'', medium built with brown hair and amber eyes. Bray has tattoos on the left side of his face, his arms, chest and back.
His armor:
Character's allegiance: Colonel Elias, Lady Eliza, and the Ayati Tribe
Weapons: A scimitar, a collection of throwing knives that are strapped across his chest, an assortment of daggers, and his fists.
Other Info: Bray is a nickname that he obtained as a slave. His real name is Arash, but only a selected few know of his real name. He is a member of the Ayati tribe.
History: Born as Arash and as a member of the Ayati tribe, Bray grew up to be a strong and valued member of his tribe. He was ever loyal and did his best to obtain a strong standing within the tribe - earning him the tattoos that he now dons. As a member of the Ayati tribe, Arash specialized in combat - in various shapes and forms, though he prefers close combat.
When Arash was 16, he was out hunting with a few members of his tribe, when they were attacked by slavers in the Beor Mountains. Unfortunately, Arash and a few of his friends were captured, after a long and deadly fight. Wounded and near death, Arash was sold off to one of the noblemen of the former Empire. The nobleman nursed Arash back into good health, but only to have him fight in barbaric contests and arenas.
Due to this savage life, Arash was trained to act on his primal instincts to kill and maim - all for the glory of the nobleman that controlled him. For nearly a decade, Arash was condemned into this lifestyle, even earning and going by the name Bray; for he grounded his opponents to death, until the arena he was fighting in was assaulted by then, Lieutenant Elias and his men.
Elias rescued and freed the enslaved, Bray included. Feeling his life was owed to Elias, Bray vowed himself to the Lord (despite the nobleman's protests) until he could repay his debt and perhaps, one day, return to the Ayati tribe.
And now, Bray, has earned his place as one of Lord Elias' most respected and skilled soldiers. He would do anything for the Lord as they have now become good friends.
Role Play Sample: (At least 10 good sentences.)
Bray snarled animalistically as he crouched himself toward the ground, feral eyes watching his prey as he twirled the slim short sword in his hands. All around him, spectators were shouting in praise and encouragement, but all that was lost to his ears as his only instinct was to spool blood from the man before him. He was a creature of death, and so, blood must be spilt or else, he would not gain a good meal tonight. His amber eyes glistened in the hot sun as he lashed out to strike - a feral growl escaping him. His weapon outstretched and his soul aching to see his opponent's blood. However, those killer eyes soon turned into surprise as his opponent's image turned into Colonel Elias! Bray willed his body to stop, but in vain, as he plunged his sword into his friend and savior's chest.
"NO!" Bray gasped out as he jolted himself awake. Sweat was pouring down his face as he tried to forget the vivid dream and the lust of blood from his mind. He breathed in deeply, trying to negate those feelings he wished never to feel again. He had to calm himself, or else, he feared, he would unleash that animal part of him. He hated the man that had reduced him to that state - hated him everyday. Not the first time, Bray wished to be Arash once more. The innocent warrior that only knew joy and loyalty to the tribe. Not Bray. Not the animal. He breathed in once more, trying to regain his focus. It would be all right. Elias said it would be. He trusted Elias and so, he would be Bray right now - for he had forgotten who Arash was - but a better Bray. Bray the soldier, not the animal. And perhaps, one day, Bray could be Arash once more.
Character's name: Arash "Bray"
Character's age: 36
Character's attitude: Bray is straight to the point. He does not like to dawdle and prefers to take the direct approach when it comes to anything and everything. He is loyal to the core - once you've earned it - and desires only to serve the greater good. He holds a stoic and cold demeanor, but only out of fear of losing control of the primal instinct to kill.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: Bray is 6'2'', medium built with brown hair and amber eyes. Bray has tattoos on the left side of his face, his arms, chest and back.
His armor:
Character's allegiance: Colonel Elias, Lady Eliza, and the Ayati Tribe
Weapons: A scimitar, a collection of throwing knives that are strapped across his chest, an assortment of daggers, and his fists.
Other Info: Bray is a nickname that he obtained as a slave. His real name is Arash, but only a selected few know of his real name. He is a member of the Ayati tribe.
History: Born as Arash and as a member of the Ayati tribe, Bray grew up to be a strong and valued member of his tribe. He was ever loyal and did his best to obtain a strong standing within the tribe - earning him the tattoos that he now dons. As a member of the Ayati tribe, Arash specialized in combat - in various shapes and forms, though he prefers close combat.
When Arash was 16, he was out hunting with a few members of his tribe, when they were attacked by slavers in the Beor Mountains. Unfortunately, Arash and a few of his friends were captured, after a long and deadly fight. Wounded and near death, Arash was sold off to one of the noblemen of the former Empire. The nobleman nursed Arash back into good health, but only to have him fight in barbaric contests and arenas.
Due to this savage life, Arash was trained to act on his primal instincts to kill and maim - all for the glory of the nobleman that controlled him. For nearly a decade, Arash was condemned into this lifestyle, even earning and going by the name Bray; for he grounded his opponents to death, until the arena he was fighting in was assaulted by then, Lieutenant Elias and his men.
Elias rescued and freed the enslaved, Bray included. Feeling his life was owed to Elias, Bray vowed himself to the Lord (despite the nobleman's protests) until he could repay his debt and perhaps, one day, return to the Ayati tribe.
And now, Bray, has earned his place as one of Lord Elias' most respected and skilled soldiers. He would do anything for the Lord as they have now become good friends.
Role Play Sample: (At least 10 good sentences.)
Bray snarled animalistically as he crouched himself toward the ground, feral eyes watching his prey as he twirled the slim short sword in his hands. All around him, spectators were shouting in praise and encouragement, but all that was lost to his ears as his only instinct was to spool blood from the man before him. He was a creature of death, and so, blood must be spilt or else, he would not gain a good meal tonight. His amber eyes glistened in the hot sun as he lashed out to strike - a feral growl escaping him. His weapon outstretched and his soul aching to see his opponent's blood. However, those killer eyes soon turned into surprise as his opponent's image turned into Colonel Elias! Bray willed his body to stop, but in vain, as he plunged his sword into his friend and savior's chest.
"NO!" Bray gasped out as he jolted himself awake. Sweat was pouring down his face as he tried to forget the vivid dream and the lust of blood from his mind. He breathed in deeply, trying to negate those feelings he wished never to feel again. He had to calm himself, or else, he feared, he would unleash that animal part of him. He hated the man that had reduced him to that state - hated him everyday. Not the first time, Bray wished to be Arash once more. The innocent warrior that only knew joy and loyalty to the tribe. Not Bray. Not the animal. He breathed in once more, trying to regain his focus. It would be all right. Elias said it would be. He trusted Elias and so, he would be Bray right now - for he had forgotten who Arash was - but a better Bray. Bray the soldier, not the animal. And perhaps, one day, Bray could be Arash once more.
