Post by blodhgarm on Jun 16, 2009 12:55:12 GMT -5
occ: I'm creating this guy cause I'm sick and tired of some of the characters I have and he shall be my clean up buddy!!
Your username:Blodhgarm
Character's name: Rook aka Raven aka Crow
Character's age: 32
Character's attitude:Cold, immovable, logical, ruthless, determined, and primitive. Hardly ever impulsive or acting on fury yet is far from passive. He is who he is and doesn't try and hide that from anyone no matter how much people might distrust him for that. He is just hear to help and kill.
Character's Race: Human yet with unknown amounts of elf.(about 25%)
Character's appearance:
Rook would be a very handsome young man and he was in his youth but over the years his life has taken a weird toll on him. On the right side of his face from his temple to his lower lip is a ragged scar shaped like forked lightning. He has many other scars on his body that have marred his appearance in someway but he cares little for that now.
Now his clothing is a big part of him is his cloak which is covered in raven wings and the hood of the cloak he has a half mask. The half mask is the face of a rook with a large beak sticking out. He doesn't remember why he wears this strange outfit but he does and doesn't feel like changing it.
Character's allegiance: Gray. That means he kills whoever is doing wrong be it Empire or Varden or a Neutral. Be it baby or be it old adult he'll kill you if he has to.
Weapons: Rook doesn't like burdening himself with weapons saying he'll just take what he needs from corpses or his enemies but he does carry around a very special blade. A Rider's blade. He doesn't know its a Rider's blade but its a simple inky black blade with a simple blood red ruin on the hilt which says Blod in the ancient language. Other than the cruel black blade Rook holds a couple daggers and a bow and arrows.
He wears no protection other than thin leather but he cares little for that. Moving fast has gotten him this far and he sticks to that ideal.
Other Info: He saves villages and loves lost causes. He lives in the Spine of the World and never stays in one place for more than a day or so. Also he isn't one to show any physical pain. He knows only enough magic to start a fire, throw a small stone with the force to brake bones, and to snap bones.
History/Role Play Sample: (If you don't mind I would like to mix these two up cause i don't want people knowing everything about him.
Thunder boomed and lightning spat back with equal fury as painful rain pelted down on the innocent bystanders below. The age old battle would never be finished and the only losers were those who lived below. And cared.
Rook was one who cared little about anything and as his black eyes stared out into the horizon. His raven cloak clung awkwardly to the killers body and if the sticky wet seemed to bother him at all he showed nothing. The hardships of life had left only the body and the desire to help and kill but the heat and soul of the person called Rook could not be seen.
A loud groan and the sound of stumbling could be heard to the left and the cruel black blade swept out and pointed at the silhouette. He knew it was Mark, the town mayor, but he did not want the annoying creature close to him.
" M-mm Mr. Rook the bb-b-Blacksmiths hh-h have ww=wha-what you wa-wwant." His eyes darted to the dark blade Rook had stumbled upon his exile into the Hadarac desert during a horrible sand storm. His mouse like tongue darted our in nervousness as he stared waited for a reply even when one didn't seem forthcoming.
They fear me. They all fear me. No matter how many times I help these villages from the Empire of savage Urgals they still see me as something worse. Life had been so much easier when it hadn't been torn from me. A flick of the blade and the man fell down thinking he was to be killed for displeasing Rook but all it had been was a dismissal.
The man crawled away in the mud and only when he was twenty feet away did he dare get up and run. Rook could only shake his head and flick his raven mask over the top of his rain plastered hair. The mask was a way to get away from the wrongs of the world and if they tried and meet him he could look at it without emotion. Life meant little to him without it but with it on he was able to blame the deaths on someone who was yet wasn't him. The only way I could forgive myself for what I have done.
Unbeknown to him his boot had drew a muddy picture on the ground yet the horribly made woman and child were quickly destroyed under a torrent of rain forever lost.
A horn sounded in the distance pathetic compared to the show nature was giving above and seemingly the world around seemed to quiet. The rain seemed to lessen and even the battle between thunder and lightning slowed to watch the fate of the mortals below. The empire force had come to take what was theirs.
Behind him he could hear the frantic yelling and running of the villagers but Rook would only guide and was not here to calm the chaos. He was here to kill. The small army he had made from the men and woman of the village would confront the Empire's tax army and Rook would be at the head killing anything within reach. Blood would feed the plants below and carrion above.
occ: Well it isn't much on his history but I don't want anyone to know much about him until you rp with him. I left some little bits and pieces in their that are really important to him if you read the rp. So I hope its accepted.
Your username:Blodhgarm
Character's name: Rook aka Raven aka Crow
Character's age: 32
Character's attitude:Cold, immovable, logical, ruthless, determined, and primitive. Hardly ever impulsive or acting on fury yet is far from passive. He is who he is and doesn't try and hide that from anyone no matter how much people might distrust him for that. He is just hear to help and kill.
Character's Race: Human yet with unknown amounts of elf.(about 25%)
Character's appearance:
Rook would be a very handsome young man and he was in his youth but over the years his life has taken a weird toll on him. On the right side of his face from his temple to his lower lip is a ragged scar shaped like forked lightning. He has many other scars on his body that have marred his appearance in someway but he cares little for that now.
Now his clothing is a big part of him is his cloak which is covered in raven wings and the hood of the cloak he has a half mask. The half mask is the face of a rook with a large beak sticking out. He doesn't remember why he wears this strange outfit but he does and doesn't feel like changing it.
Character's allegiance: Gray. That means he kills whoever is doing wrong be it Empire or Varden or a Neutral. Be it baby or be it old adult he'll kill you if he has to.
Weapons: Rook doesn't like burdening himself with weapons saying he'll just take what he needs from corpses or his enemies but he does carry around a very special blade. A Rider's blade. He doesn't know its a Rider's blade but its a simple inky black blade with a simple blood red ruin on the hilt which says Blod in the ancient language. Other than the cruel black blade Rook holds a couple daggers and a bow and arrows.
He wears no protection other than thin leather but he cares little for that. Moving fast has gotten him this far and he sticks to that ideal.
Other Info: He saves villages and loves lost causes. He lives in the Spine of the World and never stays in one place for more than a day or so. Also he isn't one to show any physical pain. He knows only enough magic to start a fire, throw a small stone with the force to brake bones, and to snap bones.
History/Role Play Sample: (If you don't mind I would like to mix these two up cause i don't want people knowing everything about him.
Thunder boomed and lightning spat back with equal fury as painful rain pelted down on the innocent bystanders below. The age old battle would never be finished and the only losers were those who lived below. And cared.
Rook was one who cared little about anything and as his black eyes stared out into the horizon. His raven cloak clung awkwardly to the killers body and if the sticky wet seemed to bother him at all he showed nothing. The hardships of life had left only the body and the desire to help and kill but the heat and soul of the person called Rook could not be seen.
A loud groan and the sound of stumbling could be heard to the left and the cruel black blade swept out and pointed at the silhouette. He knew it was Mark, the town mayor, but he did not want the annoying creature close to him.
" M-mm Mr. Rook the bb-b-Blacksmiths hh-h have ww=wha-what you wa-wwant." His eyes darted to the dark blade Rook had stumbled upon his exile into the Hadarac desert during a horrible sand storm. His mouse like tongue darted our in nervousness as he stared waited for a reply even when one didn't seem forthcoming.
They fear me. They all fear me. No matter how many times I help these villages from the Empire of savage Urgals they still see me as something worse. Life had been so much easier when it hadn't been torn from me. A flick of the blade and the man fell down thinking he was to be killed for displeasing Rook but all it had been was a dismissal.
The man crawled away in the mud and only when he was twenty feet away did he dare get up and run. Rook could only shake his head and flick his raven mask over the top of his rain plastered hair. The mask was a way to get away from the wrongs of the world and if they tried and meet him he could look at it without emotion. Life meant little to him without it but with it on he was able to blame the deaths on someone who was yet wasn't him. The only way I could forgive myself for what I have done.
Unbeknown to him his boot had drew a muddy picture on the ground yet the horribly made woman and child were quickly destroyed under a torrent of rain forever lost.
A horn sounded in the distance pathetic compared to the show nature was giving above and seemingly the world around seemed to quiet. The rain seemed to lessen and even the battle between thunder and lightning slowed to watch the fate of the mortals below. The empire force had come to take what was theirs.
Behind him he could hear the frantic yelling and running of the villagers but Rook would only guide and was not here to calm the chaos. He was here to kill. The small army he had made from the men and woman of the village would confront the Empire's tax army and Rook would be at the head killing anything within reach. Blood would feed the plants below and carrion above.
occ: Well it isn't much on his history but I don't want anyone to know much about him until you rp with him. I left some little bits and pieces in their that are really important to him if you read the rp. So I hope its accepted.
