Post by Trinn on Feb 12, 2011 23:40:18 GMT -5
Your username: Trinn
Character's name: Hector
Character's age: 24
Character's attitude: When he's not fighting for his life or running some errand for Galbatorix and the empire, Hector is a friendly enough man. He doesn't start up conversations, but doesn't mind having one. Tends to be darkly sarcastic. Considers his weapons his best friends. They've saved him from more than a few sticky situations. He hasn't formed any very close bonds with anyone, probably because he tends to care more about himself than anyone else. He's not heartless, just concerned with his own survival.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance:
Character's allegiance: Empire.
Weapons: The two curved swords in the pic. Also is good at improvising with most weapons.
Other Info: Doesn't really care about the war. He's mostly interested in keeping himself alive and well.
History: Hector was born in Dras Leona, and when he was a couple years old his parents were sacrificed to Helgrind. Orphaned, he learned to depend on himself to survive. He fell in with a gang of ruffians who bullied people into making sacrifices to the church of Dras Leona. In order to join this group, Hector had to cut off the tip of his right little finger. When he was 17 he left the group, not fond of their bullying, and the fact that he'd have to cut off more extremities the longer he stayed with them. The group considers him a fugitive now, and will kill him on sight if he ever steps back into Dras Leona. He made his way to Uru'baen, and was enlisted rather forcefully into the Empirial army. With his street-style fighting and skill, he was found useful in small group and solo missions against the Varden. Although he'd rather leave the army and hide away somewhere away from the war, he stays and fights because he can't imagine a life without fighting.
Role Play Sample: With trembling hands, Hector brought the dagger up, holding it just above his pinky. His tongue flicked out between his lips, wetting them. A hasty rhythm was beaten in his chest by his frantic heart. Around him stood the rest of the gang, watching him with cruel and expectant eyes. There was no way out now. Closing his eyes, Hector tried to calm his breathing, tried to steady himself for the task before him. "Do it already, or are you a coward?" At this, Hector's eyes snapped open to glare at the man who called him coward. Gripping the dagger tighter, he turned his gaze on his right hand, which rested atop a rough wooden table, in the gangs dwelling. His heart beat even faster now, not from fear, but from fury that he had been called a coward. He didn't care about his little finger anymore. He cared only to prove that bastard wrong. Clenching his teeth, Hector brought the dagger down in one swift, powerful motion, severing the tip of his pinky. Blood flowed from the wound onto the table, mingling with the stains that marked the self-made wounds of past members. Grimacing, Hector held up his maimed hand, blood dripping down his arm, rolling off his elbow, and stared defiantly at the man who had called him coward
ACCEPTED!!!
Character's name: Hector
Character's age: 24
Character's attitude: When he's not fighting for his life or running some errand for Galbatorix and the empire, Hector is a friendly enough man. He doesn't start up conversations, but doesn't mind having one. Tends to be darkly sarcastic. Considers his weapons his best friends. They've saved him from more than a few sticky situations. He hasn't formed any very close bonds with anyone, probably because he tends to care more about himself than anyone else. He's not heartless, just concerned with his own survival.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance:
Character's allegiance: Empire.
Weapons: The two curved swords in the pic. Also is good at improvising with most weapons.
Other Info: Doesn't really care about the war. He's mostly interested in keeping himself alive and well.
History: Hector was born in Dras Leona, and when he was a couple years old his parents were sacrificed to Helgrind. Orphaned, he learned to depend on himself to survive. He fell in with a gang of ruffians who bullied people into making sacrifices to the church of Dras Leona. In order to join this group, Hector had to cut off the tip of his right little finger. When he was 17 he left the group, not fond of their bullying, and the fact that he'd have to cut off more extremities the longer he stayed with them. The group considers him a fugitive now, and will kill him on sight if he ever steps back into Dras Leona. He made his way to Uru'baen, and was enlisted rather forcefully into the Empirial army. With his street-style fighting and skill, he was found useful in small group and solo missions against the Varden. Although he'd rather leave the army and hide away somewhere away from the war, he stays and fights because he can't imagine a life without fighting.
Role Play Sample: With trembling hands, Hector brought the dagger up, holding it just above his pinky. His tongue flicked out between his lips, wetting them. A hasty rhythm was beaten in his chest by his frantic heart. Around him stood the rest of the gang, watching him with cruel and expectant eyes. There was no way out now. Closing his eyes, Hector tried to calm his breathing, tried to steady himself for the task before him. "Do it already, or are you a coward?" At this, Hector's eyes snapped open to glare at the man who called him coward. Gripping the dagger tighter, he turned his gaze on his right hand, which rested atop a rough wooden table, in the gangs dwelling. His heart beat even faster now, not from fear, but from fury that he had been called a coward. He didn't care about his little finger anymore. He cared only to prove that bastard wrong. Clenching his teeth, Hector brought the dagger down in one swift, powerful motion, severing the tip of his pinky. Blood flowed from the wound onto the table, mingling with the stains that marked the self-made wounds of past members. Grimacing, Hector held up his maimed hand, blood dripping down his arm, rolling off his elbow, and stared defiantly at the man who had called him coward
ACCEPTED!!!
But like you said, I needed more bad guys anyways.
