Post by Rainbow Dash on Jan 28, 2012 16:46:45 GMT -5
Username: jamesshyvur
Character name: The Grey (an Alias he uses to all those he doesn't trust or know)
Semthir, most of his friends simply call him Sem (Name given to him by a Varden commander, can be given to him during role play)
Age: 132
Attitude:
Cold, Semthir cares little for his enemies and eliminates them as quickly as possible. However, towards his allies he is kind and just and treats those who have treated him well as if they were gold.
Race: Half elf
Appearance:
Semthir is constantly in grey leather armor that has a hood and mask to cover everything but his eyes which are emerald green. He has long fire red hair, his voice is described as sweet as honey.
Allegiance: Varden
Weapons:
Semthir has a pair of serrated daggers, a elvish scimitar, and a bow that is black as night. He is skilled in combat, knows some basic magic to assist his get away.
Other Info:
Semthir has been rendered incapable of remembering who he was before joining the Varden, the Varden mages believe it is through magic caste on him.
History:
Semthir doesn't remember who he is at all or how he came to become such a skilled assassin, the only link to his past is the brand of an Empire assassin. He not only seeks to find out who he was but to slaughter those who willingly serve Galbatorix in the most cruel ways he can imagine, and free those in bondage to him. He joined the Varden to accomplish these goals, but it took much convincing to allow him to serve them as an assassin and he had to allow mages to look into his memory, which to their surprise was completely blank up to the point when he awoke in a strange forest. He was given the name Semthir or (Shadow stalker) by a Varden commander after he saved him from an assassin's blade. However, on missions he uses the alias The Grey. Semthir now serves the Varden and slays enemy spies, assassin, and the occasional commander or ranking officer in the Empire.
Role Play Sample:
Semthir watched his prey silently, stalking him in the shadows, the Empire assassin was skilled he would give him that but he never seemed to check his surroundings. Semthir would make his move shortly he was growing tired of buying time and studying his opponents movements. Semthir lept from his shadowy perch and although it was a far drop to the ground landed completely silently, his emerald eyes were filled with pure hatred and spite towards this man. He started creeping up behind him when he stepped on a twig *SNAP* the sound betrayed him and the assassin turned around and gave a grim smile. "Looks like I have found you betrayer." he said as he drew out his daggers and lept towards Semthir. Semthir threw a poisoned throwing knife, it caught the assassin in his shoulder, Semthir smiled, the poison he used is slow acting, paralytic, that always fatal. Semthir rolled out of the way of the assassins blades and drew his daggers, which were laced with the same poison as his throwing knives. "Apparently you aren't as skilled as you seem." Semthir jeered the assassin as the poison slowly tensed his muscles, they would continue to constrict the man until they broke his bones and slowly killed him. "What is my killers name? At least give me that honor." The man asked in between his screams of pain. "No names, but you may call me The Grey." Semthir responded as he pulled the man's neck guard off and saw the same brand that was on his neck. "The real question is who are you?" Semthir asked as he showed the man his brand. The assassin simply laughed until his throat muscles contracted and crushed his windpipe, killing him slowly. Semthir walked away knowing a little more about his past then he knew before, he now knew he was not the only member of this shadowy group.
Character name: The Grey (an Alias he uses to all those he doesn't trust or know)
Semthir, most of his friends simply call him Sem (Name given to him by a Varden commander, can be given to him during role play)
Age: 132
Attitude:
Cold, Semthir cares little for his enemies and eliminates them as quickly as possible. However, towards his allies he is kind and just and treats those who have treated him well as if they were gold.
Race: Half elf
Appearance:
Semthir is constantly in grey leather armor that has a hood and mask to cover everything but his eyes which are emerald green. He has long fire red hair, his voice is described as sweet as honey.
Allegiance: Varden
Weapons:
Semthir has a pair of serrated daggers, a elvish scimitar, and a bow that is black as night. He is skilled in combat, knows some basic magic to assist his get away.
Other Info:
Semthir has been rendered incapable of remembering who he was before joining the Varden, the Varden mages believe it is through magic caste on him.
History:
Semthir doesn't remember who he is at all or how he came to become such a skilled assassin, the only link to his past is the brand of an Empire assassin. He not only seeks to find out who he was but to slaughter those who willingly serve Galbatorix in the most cruel ways he can imagine, and free those in bondage to him. He joined the Varden to accomplish these goals, but it took much convincing to allow him to serve them as an assassin and he had to allow mages to look into his memory, which to their surprise was completely blank up to the point when he awoke in a strange forest. He was given the name Semthir or (Shadow stalker) by a Varden commander after he saved him from an assassin's blade. However, on missions he uses the alias The Grey. Semthir now serves the Varden and slays enemy spies, assassin, and the occasional commander or ranking officer in the Empire.
Role Play Sample:
Semthir watched his prey silently, stalking him in the shadows, the Empire assassin was skilled he would give him that but he never seemed to check his surroundings. Semthir would make his move shortly he was growing tired of buying time and studying his opponents movements. Semthir lept from his shadowy perch and although it was a far drop to the ground landed completely silently, his emerald eyes were filled with pure hatred and spite towards this man. He started creeping up behind him when he stepped on a twig *SNAP* the sound betrayed him and the assassin turned around and gave a grim smile. "Looks like I have found you betrayer." he said as he drew out his daggers and lept towards Semthir. Semthir threw a poisoned throwing knife, it caught the assassin in his shoulder, Semthir smiled, the poison he used is slow acting, paralytic, that always fatal. Semthir rolled out of the way of the assassins blades and drew his daggers, which were laced with the same poison as his throwing knives. "Apparently you aren't as skilled as you seem." Semthir jeered the assassin as the poison slowly tensed his muscles, they would continue to constrict the man until they broke his bones and slowly killed him. "What is my killers name? At least give me that honor." The man asked in between his screams of pain. "No names, but you may call me The Grey." Semthir responded as he pulled the man's neck guard off and saw the same brand that was on his neck. "The real question is who are you?" Semthir asked as he showed the man his brand. The assassin simply laughed until his throat muscles contracted and crushed his windpipe, killing him slowly. Semthir walked away knowing a little more about his past then he knew before, he now knew he was not the only member of this shadowy group.
