Post by Backabuth on Nov 9, 2008 17:48:19 GMT -5
Your Username: Backabuth
Character's Name: Zak
Character's Age: 20
Character's Attitude: Zak has a pretty good outlook on life. He sees the life, he feels the life, and he is the life. But he doesn't want to be that. He just wants to see death, smell of death, and pretty much be a man that kills. Everything. It doesn't matter if it is a nobleman or king to a four year old girl. He will kill everything that lives, even if it takes his own life.
Character's Race: Human, with a tad bit of elf.
Character's Appearance:
Character's Allegiance: Empire
Weapons: Zak uses two hand-and-a-half swords; one strapped to his left hip; the other strapped across his back with the hilt sticking out right above his right shoulder. A belt travels across his back, chest, and waist with about 80 daggers in their sheaths.
Other Info: Zak is Marola's bodyguard, an assassin, and also a magician. Being Marola's bodyguard consumes most of his time, but while they are on the road, he can assassinate those he is supposed to.
History: Zak was born in Ellesmera, even though his father was only a half-elf and his mother was a full-out human. None of the elves truly acknowledged them, but they lived in peace for ten years. When Zak turned 11 and Galbatorix started his war against the Varden, the elves kicked Zak and his family out of Du Weldenvarden, leaving them stranded in the Hadarac Desert to die. While Zak and his parents struggled to survive in the life-taking desert, a deep pit grew in his stomach where anger towards the elves and the Varden bubbled and cooked. A few months after Zak turned 14, his family found refuge in a home right outside of Bullridge. The family brought them to Uru'baen when they learned of their existence in Ellesmera where Galbatorix gave them a house to live, Zak's father the title of a nobleman, and gave Zak the job of protecting the empire's riders.
Role Play Sample: The magic burned in Zak's chest, pouring out into his limbs. The place where it gathered the most, though, was in his mind where his rage boiled up, ready to burst. The mark on his palm shone with a fierce pale blue, the same color as his eyes, and shot forth from the large, calloused hand, enveloping a fear-stricken man with magic. "Deyja!" The life in the man suddenly darkened, escaping his body through many passage ways. The man's mind no longer emanated a vibe of life, but the vibe of death that Zak longed for every miserable day. The feeling of death filled Zak and powered his mind; his every motion. Flexing his arm, Zak smiled a menacing smile, leaving the room with his cloak billowing behind him, the body of the man slumped on the ground with the look of terror still on his face...
Character's Name: Zak
Character's Age: 20
Character's Attitude: Zak has a pretty good outlook on life. He sees the life, he feels the life, and he is the life. But he doesn't want to be that. He just wants to see death, smell of death, and pretty much be a man that kills. Everything. It doesn't matter if it is a nobleman or king to a four year old girl. He will kill everything that lives, even if it takes his own life.
Character's Race: Human, with a tad bit of elf.
Character's Appearance:
Character's Allegiance: Empire
Weapons: Zak uses two hand-and-a-half swords; one strapped to his left hip; the other strapped across his back with the hilt sticking out right above his right shoulder. A belt travels across his back, chest, and waist with about 80 daggers in their sheaths.
Other Info: Zak is Marola's bodyguard, an assassin, and also a magician. Being Marola's bodyguard consumes most of his time, but while they are on the road, he can assassinate those he is supposed to.
History: Zak was born in Ellesmera, even though his father was only a half-elf and his mother was a full-out human. None of the elves truly acknowledged them, but they lived in peace for ten years. When Zak turned 11 and Galbatorix started his war against the Varden, the elves kicked Zak and his family out of Du Weldenvarden, leaving them stranded in the Hadarac Desert to die. While Zak and his parents struggled to survive in the life-taking desert, a deep pit grew in his stomach where anger towards the elves and the Varden bubbled and cooked. A few months after Zak turned 14, his family found refuge in a home right outside of Bullridge. The family brought them to Uru'baen when they learned of their existence in Ellesmera where Galbatorix gave them a house to live, Zak's father the title of a nobleman, and gave Zak the job of protecting the empire's riders.
Role Play Sample: The magic burned in Zak's chest, pouring out into his limbs. The place where it gathered the most, though, was in his mind where his rage boiled up, ready to burst. The mark on his palm shone with a fierce pale blue, the same color as his eyes, and shot forth from the large, calloused hand, enveloping a fear-stricken man with magic. "Deyja!" The life in the man suddenly darkened, escaping his body through many passage ways. The man's mind no longer emanated a vibe of life, but the vibe of death that Zak longed for every miserable day. The feeling of death filled Zak and powered his mind; his every motion. Flexing his arm, Zak smiled a menacing smile, leaving the room with his cloak billowing behind him, the body of the man slumped on the ground with the look of terror still on his face...
