Post by blodhgarm on Jun 2, 2009 15:56:01 GMT -5
Your username:Blodhgarm
Character's name:Amna Jio
Character's age: 21
Character's attitude: Serious and mysterious. Like Tenel Ka Amna isn't one to give up anything about his origins without a fight. He is a resourceful young lad though and clever. He is doesn't mean to but he comes out as slightly cynical and a little more than slightly sarcastic especially when talking about the good in the world. He has the air of someone use to danger and one who control every situation he gets in. He is quite confusing since he'll never show all of in one meeting and you'll have to know him for awhile or be a good judge of character to know deep down he is a good guy even if he has a very very nasty temper from bottling everything in(check my RP).
Character's Race: Human and something else in his bloodline
Character's appearance:
Amna is fairly good looking with a fit body. he was working ever since he was young and his body shows it. Since he is young his body only has a few scars and none have reached his face,yet. On his body he wears loose pants, soft soled boots, and a black cloak. That said black won't flap in the wind since it is weighed down by a good number of daggers hidden in pockets he had sewn in. Under the cloak he wears a simple white chain mail shirt. His eyes are a blazing sapphire and he has golden/brown hair with some beard/stubble coating his face.
Character's allegiance: Ismalia, Himself
Weapons:
Knives- Thin strap around right thigh hold three daggers, boots both hold two, wicked dagger in the small of his back, and daggers in his cloak.
Swords- A slightly curved blade on his hip.
Oh and whatever he gets his hand on.
Other Info: Knows no magic yet seems to be aslightly faster and stronger than about most humans he has met. The exceptions being very strong smiths(strength wise). He has a magical amulet with Tenel's picture in it and its actually a magical tracking device.
History: Amna was born to an infamous bounty hunter. The best in Ismalia it was said. Did Amna have an easy life because of that? NO! Amna had a hard yet productive childhood. Since he could talk his father drilled in as much training as possible. First it was letters and numbers and then when he reached five it became physical. Running, climbing, acrobatics, swimming, etc. His father didn't relent no matter the weather, occasion or age. His father didn't just want his son to be as good as him he wanted him to be the best there ever was.
Jalen, Amna's father, had been to Alagasiea when he was younger and he had seen the elves of that place. he would always spit and curse when he talked of those creatures saying they were unnatural. He hated how they were born with so much power and didn't have to train to reach it. So with that Amna began to dislike the elves like his father and filled with a burning desire to show no matter how "inferior" he was he would beat in elf in combat. That in mind his training became harder and more vigorous and he was finally introduced to the Royals at fifteen. He met Tenel Ka they day he met the Queen but it hardly registered on him. He would pass by the Palace on his runs and occasionally he might wave or bow but never would he have guessed he would become her hunter.
A while after Tenel Ka left a Royal, an aunt, who was third to the throne called him in. His father was to old to do such business and rumor had started that he was now the best and that what she needed. She informed him that the Queen needed someone to track her daughter down and bring her back and he was the man for the job. What she really meant was find her then she would be killed. He was given an amulet so she could track him but he was told so he could ask questions.
Its been awhile but he has only been in Alagasiea for a week and has began his hunt in earnest.
Role Play Sample:
Another tavern
The door was slightly askew even missing one of its hinges and the other two to rusty to tell what metal they use to be. He spat in disgust making sure the projectile hit the side of the rundown building. With his little spite attack done he flicked the door open quickly wincing inwardly at the noise though no one seemed all to interested. Careless. He sighed guessing just from the feel of this place that he would meet another dead end but he knew he couldn't leave any possibility open. His black cloak followed his heels closely as he made his way to the center of the room. He tapped the top of his boots against the floor and a loud creaking filled the air. All eyes turned this time. Got your attention finally. Imbeciles.
" I have a little proposition for anyone in this room. Lots of money involved if you can help out." He turned quickly making sure his hand was a little behind him and caught part of the cloak so that his heavy coin pouch could be seen by all as he turned all the way around making sure every eyes was glued to it. No sooner had he sat down when a another man sat opposite. He was ugly and huge. Drunkard. Ignoring the smell from the man he took the black amulet from his chest and tapped the pearl in the center. It opened quickly and showed a picture of a good looking young girl with only one arm. It had amazing detail due to the magic and he could see the man leer. " Have you or anyone in this room seen this girl?"
The man, obviously the leader by how he beamed when Amna implied that he was only going to ask him for everyone's answer. " Looking for ya woman?" He was chuckling, a hideous revolting sound, but stopped suddenly as he looked into the eyes of Amna. Those glowing sapphire orbs held no trace of humor and the man knew he was losing time. " I...I mean I haven't seen her."
" Then you are of no help to me and my money will not be given to you." Amna stood and walked only to have his arm gripped by the man he had just talked to. Amna was no fool and he had seen this happening before the fat man had even done it and just as words were forming on the man's lips Amna had one of his wicked daggers out and swiped it across the man's throat. Warm blood gurgled out falling yet missing Amna by inches.
" Anyone else?" He looked his sapphire eyes blazing angrily ready fro a fight a cruel snarl on his face. His expression must have been wicked indeed as the others in the room who had stood expectantly sat back done and acted as if nothing had happened. Only when he was outside and walking did he notice he had lost his anger once more.
Dang Alagasieans.
Character's name:Amna Jio
Character's age: 21
Character's attitude: Serious and mysterious. Like Tenel Ka Amna isn't one to give up anything about his origins without a fight. He is a resourceful young lad though and clever. He is doesn't mean to but he comes out as slightly cynical and a little more than slightly sarcastic especially when talking about the good in the world. He has the air of someone use to danger and one who control every situation he gets in. He is quite confusing since he'll never show all of in one meeting and you'll have to know him for awhile or be a good judge of character to know deep down he is a good guy even if he has a very very nasty temper from bottling everything in(check my RP).
Character's Race: Human and something else in his bloodline
Character's appearance:
Amna is fairly good looking with a fit body. he was working ever since he was young and his body shows it. Since he is young his body only has a few scars and none have reached his face,yet. On his body he wears loose pants, soft soled boots, and a black cloak. That said black won't flap in the wind since it is weighed down by a good number of daggers hidden in pockets he had sewn in. Under the cloak he wears a simple white chain mail shirt. His eyes are a blazing sapphire and he has golden/brown hair with some beard/stubble coating his face. Character's allegiance: Ismalia, Himself
Weapons:
Knives- Thin strap around right thigh hold three daggers, boots both hold two, wicked dagger in the small of his back, and daggers in his cloak.
Swords- A slightly curved blade on his hip.
Oh and whatever he gets his hand on.
Other Info: Knows no magic yet seems to be aslightly faster and stronger than about most humans he has met. The exceptions being very strong smiths(strength wise). He has a magical amulet with Tenel's picture in it and its actually a magical tracking device.
History: Amna was born to an infamous bounty hunter. The best in Ismalia it was said. Did Amna have an easy life because of that? NO! Amna had a hard yet productive childhood. Since he could talk his father drilled in as much training as possible. First it was letters and numbers and then when he reached five it became physical. Running, climbing, acrobatics, swimming, etc. His father didn't relent no matter the weather, occasion or age. His father didn't just want his son to be as good as him he wanted him to be the best there ever was.
Jalen, Amna's father, had been to Alagasiea when he was younger and he had seen the elves of that place. he would always spit and curse when he talked of those creatures saying they were unnatural. He hated how they were born with so much power and didn't have to train to reach it. So with that Amna began to dislike the elves like his father and filled with a burning desire to show no matter how "inferior" he was he would beat in elf in combat. That in mind his training became harder and more vigorous and he was finally introduced to the Royals at fifteen. He met Tenel Ka they day he met the Queen but it hardly registered on him. He would pass by the Palace on his runs and occasionally he might wave or bow but never would he have guessed he would become her hunter.
A while after Tenel Ka left a Royal, an aunt, who was third to the throne called him in. His father was to old to do such business and rumor had started that he was now the best and that what she needed. She informed him that the Queen needed someone to track her daughter down and bring her back and he was the man for the job. What she really meant was find her then she would be killed. He was given an amulet so she could track him but he was told so he could ask questions.
Its been awhile but he has only been in Alagasiea for a week and has began his hunt in earnest.
Role Play Sample:
Another tavern
The door was slightly askew even missing one of its hinges and the other two to rusty to tell what metal they use to be. He spat in disgust making sure the projectile hit the side of the rundown building. With his little spite attack done he flicked the door open quickly wincing inwardly at the noise though no one seemed all to interested. Careless. He sighed guessing just from the feel of this place that he would meet another dead end but he knew he couldn't leave any possibility open. His black cloak followed his heels closely as he made his way to the center of the room. He tapped the top of his boots against the floor and a loud creaking filled the air. All eyes turned this time. Got your attention finally. Imbeciles.
" I have a little proposition for anyone in this room. Lots of money involved if you can help out." He turned quickly making sure his hand was a little behind him and caught part of the cloak so that his heavy coin pouch could be seen by all as he turned all the way around making sure every eyes was glued to it. No sooner had he sat down when a another man sat opposite. He was ugly and huge. Drunkard. Ignoring the smell from the man he took the black amulet from his chest and tapped the pearl in the center. It opened quickly and showed a picture of a good looking young girl with only one arm. It had amazing detail due to the magic and he could see the man leer. " Have you or anyone in this room seen this girl?"
The man, obviously the leader by how he beamed when Amna implied that he was only going to ask him for everyone's answer. " Looking for ya woman?" He was chuckling, a hideous revolting sound, but stopped suddenly as he looked into the eyes of Amna. Those glowing sapphire orbs held no trace of humor and the man knew he was losing time. " I...I mean I haven't seen her."
" Then you are of no help to me and my money will not be given to you." Amna stood and walked only to have his arm gripped by the man he had just talked to. Amna was no fool and he had seen this happening before the fat man had even done it and just as words were forming on the man's lips Amna had one of his wicked daggers out and swiped it across the man's throat. Warm blood gurgled out falling yet missing Amna by inches.
" Anyone else?" He looked his sapphire eyes blazing angrily ready fro a fight a cruel snarl on his face. His expression must have been wicked indeed as the others in the room who had stood expectantly sat back done and acted as if nothing had happened. Only when he was outside and walking did he notice he had lost his anger once more.
Dang Alagasieans.
