Post by blodhgarm on Aug 16, 2009 20:59:36 GMT -5
Your username: Blodhgarm
Character's name: Winter. Due to the fact that he has no original family he has no last name but numerous insulting nicknames.
Character's age:25
Character's attitude: Always holds a grudge and makes sure he pays each and every one of his debts. He isn't overly friendly but he makes sure not to be the starter of most problems that arise about him. Anger is a familiar color for him but he is trying to be a better man and would rather try and look on the brighter side of things. He isn't witty or sharp minded but he does posses intelligence in some subjects and a good sense of perception. In other ways he is a lot more complex than many will give him credit for. He craves friendship yet doesn't make an attempt anymore and while he can be gentle, kind, and caring he finds that many take that as a weakness and take advantage of him.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: An albino. Two words that really sum up his appearance. His skin is snow white and lacks any pigmentation and its obviously different from another white or pale person. His hair matches his skin,its bright white, and falls around his neck in a slight mess from lack of care. Contrasting his skin are two blazing red eyes that speak about what he won't(he finds it really hard to hide his emotions). It wasn't chosen but everyone of his teeth are partially sharpened and carnivorous.
He is 5'10" and a lean mean, northern born people stomping machine. Though being pale and milky kind of takes away from any good looks his muscles would give him and as his facial features are all sharp and amazingly crafted he always appears alien. To make him more human one could notice the scars that litter his body like anyone else. His left ear is a chewed mess, his arms, legs, and torso show scratches from animals and cuts from weapons.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons: For weapons Winter can use whatever is around him, not shying from how gruesome or cruel it will be. To make sure it doesn't have to fall to something so close he has a simple gray sword strapped to his hip. It doesn't look sharp or special in any way but its ability to stab and chop are not in doubt. He also has a simple black wood bow. Wears ring-mail and boiled leathers.
Other Info: Has a wolf as his only companion. Both have unnatural appetites. He introduces himself as Ghost too.
History:
Born in the north in a land above Ceunon Winter could be called a barbarian. As an albino he was never given a chance once out of the womb and was left in dead forest. As luck would have it a simple Nan was out looking for old roots and came across his wrapped baby form. His appearance gave her a little fright but motherly instincts, which didn't seem to effect his real mother, took over and she took him home ready to raise him. Named Winter due to the fact he didn't cry even though he was left in the cold. The winter is cold, merciless, indifferent and the name and meaning seemed to grow on him for a time.
Albinos look different from normal people and most people don't appreciate that. As a kid he was tortured by everyone his age and even by people older. The adults weren't exactly vocalizing their thoughts but they didn't stop anything and left him alone and defenseless. Making him cry was such fun they started to grow on their taunting and moved on to name calling. Ghost, Mr.Winter, Snowman, Ice boy, The Abandoned one, and any other obscenities they could come up with at the time. Teresa, his Nan, taught him not to cry and run every time he was made fun of and take those names as a badge of honor and they would leave him alone.
It worked for a time as Winter started to call himself Ghost but the kids soon adapted. If words didn't work then violence would. Gathering up in groups they'd throw snowballs at him, rocks, ice, or just attacked him. At first he'd either run away as he was attacked or curl up and whimper but soon he tried to fight back. Fighting only helped in having them hit him harder but he couldn't just sit down anymore. Each time they attacked his hate drove him to give at least one of them a reason to not bother him again(or for some time).
To defend himself even more Winter went to learn how to use his body to destroy and other weapons. He was gifted physically with speed and strength but again the boys of the village seemed a step ahead. As they entered puberty everyone wanted a piece of fighting action. Even as he surpassed any one student they all had a good five backing them up on his walk home and we can all imagine what happened again and again every day after work outs. It was painful but every hurt held a lesson and only made his fury burn all the stronger. It never occurred to him to strike back on his own and bring them their on pain but he only needed time.
As years passed by he started to realize that they didn't just enjoy hurting him, they had feared him. With burning red eyes, sharpened teeth, and snow white skin that blended into the background he was quite the person. With all that he decided to give them something to make their worries true. Blessed with stealth he made his way across the village for weeks and brought his vengeance to anyone within his path. In his eyes they all made him suffer and he decided to pay them in full. He took pleasure in this; appearing from the snow and the trees and attacking, setting traps and creating a game out of it, shooting them down with blunted arrows, etc.
Teresa knew what he was doing and as the town started to get ready to attack him back she gave him a good talking too. He might have acted savage and cruel but as the only woman who showed love to him pleaded at his knees he gave up and decided to leave his people.
In his first year on his own Winter stumbled on a wolf den while the pack was away. The baby sitter attacked and chewed his ear while also scratching him up but he quickly ended his life as he found a stick under the snow and stabbed the beast till it died and a little while later. Angry he took a pup, a dark black one even so young, and brought it back to camp. Though this was a little act of vengeance he found he loved the little thing and it shared the same emotions for him even though he was different.
He named him Faithful and they've been together for one year and a half.
Role Play Sample:
No natural light shown in the dark room that housed today's prisoners. Nothing would have been visible if it wasn't for the moon now rising in the sky outside. Its blue silver light made its way through the small window in the ship and let a small glow fill the room. The light seemed to especially like one of the prisoners and as it fell on the albino's closed eyes he gave a groan and shivered in his curled position. The light of the moon foretold the arrival of the the ship's captain and as heated words rose outside the dungeon's door. Tempers had risen high on the pirate vessel after the poor pickup from their previous raid with the only man happy was the lucky guy who had silenced Winter as he and his dog defeated any other challenger. A beam to the head really worked when distracted.
The door slammed open to let enter a small robed man, and a thick set dark skinned individual with a flashy taste in clothes. At the moment the captain of the vessel, the black skinned one, was getting angrier and angrier as the healer tried denying his request.
"I shall see him or you will be gutted and thrown off the side with the other corpses during Clean Up."
The argument finished then and there as the healer bowed his head in acceptance. He would not win even though it was obvious more time was needed for their captive to heal. The captain would listen to no one and only barged in not even letting his eyes adjust to the dark. He stopped before Winter and cleared his throat.
No movement.
The healer moved over to the unlit lamp in the corner and after fumbling with the flint for a moment a lit brightened in the darkness and set Winter to squirming. He groaned and rubbed at his bleary eyes as a faint roaring echoed in his head. As the barbarian tried to shake away the painful daze he felt the dried blood on his head and hair crack and had a hand come up and rub at it. " Ow."
" So you finally wake. Now you answer my questions and if you don't you end up like your comrades." The dark man grinned at his helpless prisoner and and motioned to the men around. They could have been mistaken for asleep if it wasn't for the bloody smears on the ground around them.
" Where's Faithful?" Winter's red eyes flashed in the half light and gave a deadly snarl. His anger wasn't taken seriously though as he tried to stand up and stumbled. He was still light headed and threats weren't exactly his best options.
" I am the one who ask questions but f you must know your dog is OK. Now to make this worth your while I ask you to answer my questions and you get to live and become one of my cleaners."
"You take me for a woman?"
"I take you for someone who wants to live." The captain was smiling now knowing he was winning as Winter's shoulders slumped and let his head fall down contemplating what was happening.
" Living is good." Giving a sigh he looked up and awaited the interrogation.
Character's name: Winter. Due to the fact that he has no original family he has no last name but numerous insulting nicknames.
Character's age:25
Character's attitude: Always holds a grudge and makes sure he pays each and every one of his debts. He isn't overly friendly but he makes sure not to be the starter of most problems that arise about him. Anger is a familiar color for him but he is trying to be a better man and would rather try and look on the brighter side of things. He isn't witty or sharp minded but he does posses intelligence in some subjects and a good sense of perception. In other ways he is a lot more complex than many will give him credit for. He craves friendship yet doesn't make an attempt anymore and while he can be gentle, kind, and caring he finds that many take that as a weakness and take advantage of him.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance: An albino. Two words that really sum up his appearance. His skin is snow white and lacks any pigmentation and its obviously different from another white or pale person. His hair matches his skin,its bright white, and falls around his neck in a slight mess from lack of care. Contrasting his skin are two blazing red eyes that speak about what he won't(he finds it really hard to hide his emotions). It wasn't chosen but everyone of his teeth are partially sharpened and carnivorous.
He is 5'10" and a lean mean, northern born people stomping machine. Though being pale and milky kind of takes away from any good looks his muscles would give him and as his facial features are all sharp and amazingly crafted he always appears alien. To make him more human one could notice the scars that litter his body like anyone else. His left ear is a chewed mess, his arms, legs, and torso show scratches from animals and cuts from weapons.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons: For weapons Winter can use whatever is around him, not shying from how gruesome or cruel it will be. To make sure it doesn't have to fall to something so close he has a simple gray sword strapped to his hip. It doesn't look sharp or special in any way but its ability to stab and chop are not in doubt. He also has a simple black wood bow. Wears ring-mail and boiled leathers.
Other Info: Has a wolf as his only companion. Both have unnatural appetites. He introduces himself as Ghost too.
History:
Born in the north in a land above Ceunon Winter could be called a barbarian. As an albino he was never given a chance once out of the womb and was left in dead forest. As luck would have it a simple Nan was out looking for old roots and came across his wrapped baby form. His appearance gave her a little fright but motherly instincts, which didn't seem to effect his real mother, took over and she took him home ready to raise him. Named Winter due to the fact he didn't cry even though he was left in the cold. The winter is cold, merciless, indifferent and the name and meaning seemed to grow on him for a time.
Albinos look different from normal people and most people don't appreciate that. As a kid he was tortured by everyone his age and even by people older. The adults weren't exactly vocalizing their thoughts but they didn't stop anything and left him alone and defenseless. Making him cry was such fun they started to grow on their taunting and moved on to name calling. Ghost, Mr.Winter, Snowman, Ice boy, The Abandoned one, and any other obscenities they could come up with at the time. Teresa, his Nan, taught him not to cry and run every time he was made fun of and take those names as a badge of honor and they would leave him alone.
It worked for a time as Winter started to call himself Ghost but the kids soon adapted. If words didn't work then violence would. Gathering up in groups they'd throw snowballs at him, rocks, ice, or just attacked him. At first he'd either run away as he was attacked or curl up and whimper but soon he tried to fight back. Fighting only helped in having them hit him harder but he couldn't just sit down anymore. Each time they attacked his hate drove him to give at least one of them a reason to not bother him again(or for some time).
To defend himself even more Winter went to learn how to use his body to destroy and other weapons. He was gifted physically with speed and strength but again the boys of the village seemed a step ahead. As they entered puberty everyone wanted a piece of fighting action. Even as he surpassed any one student they all had a good five backing them up on his walk home and we can all imagine what happened again and again every day after work outs. It was painful but every hurt held a lesson and only made his fury burn all the stronger. It never occurred to him to strike back on his own and bring them their on pain but he only needed time.
As years passed by he started to realize that they didn't just enjoy hurting him, they had feared him. With burning red eyes, sharpened teeth, and snow white skin that blended into the background he was quite the person. With all that he decided to give them something to make their worries true. Blessed with stealth he made his way across the village for weeks and brought his vengeance to anyone within his path. In his eyes they all made him suffer and he decided to pay them in full. He took pleasure in this; appearing from the snow and the trees and attacking, setting traps and creating a game out of it, shooting them down with blunted arrows, etc.
Teresa knew what he was doing and as the town started to get ready to attack him back she gave him a good talking too. He might have acted savage and cruel but as the only woman who showed love to him pleaded at his knees he gave up and decided to leave his people.
In his first year on his own Winter stumbled on a wolf den while the pack was away. The baby sitter attacked and chewed his ear while also scratching him up but he quickly ended his life as he found a stick under the snow and stabbed the beast till it died and a little while later. Angry he took a pup, a dark black one even so young, and brought it back to camp. Though this was a little act of vengeance he found he loved the little thing and it shared the same emotions for him even though he was different.
He named him Faithful and they've been together for one year and a half.
Role Play Sample:
No natural light shown in the dark room that housed today's prisoners. Nothing would have been visible if it wasn't for the moon now rising in the sky outside. Its blue silver light made its way through the small window in the ship and let a small glow fill the room. The light seemed to especially like one of the prisoners and as it fell on the albino's closed eyes he gave a groan and shivered in his curled position. The light of the moon foretold the arrival of the the ship's captain and as heated words rose outside the dungeon's door. Tempers had risen high on the pirate vessel after the poor pickup from their previous raid with the only man happy was the lucky guy who had silenced Winter as he and his dog defeated any other challenger. A beam to the head really worked when distracted.
The door slammed open to let enter a small robed man, and a thick set dark skinned individual with a flashy taste in clothes. At the moment the captain of the vessel, the black skinned one, was getting angrier and angrier as the healer tried denying his request.
"I shall see him or you will be gutted and thrown off the side with the other corpses during Clean Up."
The argument finished then and there as the healer bowed his head in acceptance. He would not win even though it was obvious more time was needed for their captive to heal. The captain would listen to no one and only barged in not even letting his eyes adjust to the dark. He stopped before Winter and cleared his throat.
No movement.
The healer moved over to the unlit lamp in the corner and after fumbling with the flint for a moment a lit brightened in the darkness and set Winter to squirming. He groaned and rubbed at his bleary eyes as a faint roaring echoed in his head. As the barbarian tried to shake away the painful daze he felt the dried blood on his head and hair crack and had a hand come up and rub at it. " Ow."
" So you finally wake. Now you answer my questions and if you don't you end up like your comrades." The dark man grinned at his helpless prisoner and and motioned to the men around. They could have been mistaken for asleep if it wasn't for the bloody smears on the ground around them.
" Where's Faithful?" Winter's red eyes flashed in the half light and gave a deadly snarl. His anger wasn't taken seriously though as he tried to stand up and stumbled. He was still light headed and threats weren't exactly his best options.
" I am the one who ask questions but f you must know your dog is OK. Now to make this worth your while I ask you to answer my questions and you get to live and become one of my cleaners."
"You take me for a woman?"
"I take you for someone who wants to live." The captain was smiling now knowing he was winning as Winter's shoulders slumped and let his head fall down contemplating what was happening.
" Living is good." Giving a sigh he looked up and awaited the interrogation.
