Post by Themistocles on Apr 29, 2009 9:26:04 GMT -5
Name: Alcarin Bayeux
Age: 28
Race: Human
Occupation: Imperial Archer/Assassin.
Appearance: Alcarin generally wears a dark cloak over his brown tunic. His very unexpressive face rarely shows any sort of human emotion. His dark brown eyes stare into his enemies' souls, and strikes fear into any who steps in his way. His long black hair often covers his one of his dark eyes. Those who survived his incredible accuracy with the bow generally speak of his incredibly blank expression as he fires inhumanly at his mortal enemies. He rarely ever speaks. When he does, it normally is to the shady character who originally requested his business. He bears a two-inch scar along his left cheek from a fight with a member of The Varden long ago. He wears brown pants. Under his tunic he wears a breast plate that only those few who actually made contact with a sword to his chest know about. Generally, he wears his hood over his well-hunted face. Throughout the Varden, many bounty hunters search for him, the reward for his scalp is horrendously high. Although he seems to believe himself invincible, many brave souls give their time, and their lives to hunt down the inhuman Alcarin. Few people in Alagaesia will ever even come close to hunting him down.
Personality: Alcarin cares little for the well-being of others. Probably because the one person who ever cared for him, (his father) gave him up for his foul drinking habit. Alcarin's intense bloodlust gives him the inhuman ability to strike down any foe in cold blood. Although the number of deaths he has caused may never be counted, it has been estimated that it is over one-hundred. Alcarin has been offered many advanced weapons of the highest value and quality, but he always decides on his hunting bow, and his Elven longsword. He has collected many weapons from his slain foes over the years, and stores them in his lair which is thought to be somewhere near Leona Lake but has never been confirmed. The pay for his service generally is extravagantly high, as Alcarin demands it be. Although he works for the Empire, he despises Urgals and refuses to work with them. More than once has he been in a fight with an Urgal and killed it. Alcarin has little pychological capacity for human emotions and never is seen expressing any.
History: Alcarin's family history is very mysterious, few in Alagaesia know anything about his past. Supposedly, shortly after his birth, his mother died. By age ten, his father's drinking habit became so serious that Alcarin left him and went to live at his impersonal uncle's home. Alcarin worked on his Uncle's farm until his uncle mysteriously dissapeared in the night, never to be seen again. There was little sign of a struggle, or foul play for that matter, and fifteen-year old Alcarin was left to fend for himself. Luckily, he learned how to hunt early in life and got enough food to feed himself in the forests near The Spine. Around age 17 his life gets a bit sketchy, all that is really known is his voluntary joining of The Empire and his anger toward The Varden. He eventually joined the Imperial military, and joined an archer corps before becoming a full-time assassin, and he continues that to this day.
Roleplaying example: The dewy leaves of the early morning rubbed Alcarin's cheeks, as if trying to push him back from his repugnant duty. He looked through the low trees and brush and noticed his prey sitting outside a tavern, calmly smoking a pipe. Alcarin avoided making much noise. He reached for his quiver to pull out one of the elven arrows he took from his last prey. Then the man moved. In the moonlight, Alcarin noticed a shortsword under the man's cloak, this would be tricky. The man he hunted was a Varden official, apparently abandoning his position for a latenight drink at the local pub. The man's carelessness reminded Alcarin of his ignorant father's old cruel ways. Alcarin's anger rose. The small hill Alcarin lay stealthily upon would be no problem for the man to charge up should Alcarin miss his first shot. The man apparently wasn't sober for he was then hobbling around in a strange way. It was now or never. Alcarin pulled an arrow out of his quiver and prepared to fire, took aim, and shot. The whizzing sound of the arrow cutting through the air may have warned a man who was sober, but not this man. The arrow whizzed by his left ear and missed. The man was slow to react. He looked around helplessly trying to find his assassin, until another arrow came soaring out of the brush. The arrow worked as a tracer. The drunken man unsheathed his short sword and charged. He cut down any branches in his way and shortly found Alcarin laying behind the short trees. He began slashing at Alcarin. From within ten feet Alcarin fired another arrow into the man's chest. He looked helplessly up, eyes open, starting to realize what had just happened. The man fell to the ground, unmoving. Alcarin removed his arrow and hustled back into the forest, as if nothing had happened.
How did you find us: Elvorn introduced me.
Age: 28
Race: Human
Occupation: Imperial Archer/Assassin.
Appearance: Alcarin generally wears a dark cloak over his brown tunic. His very unexpressive face rarely shows any sort of human emotion. His dark brown eyes stare into his enemies' souls, and strikes fear into any who steps in his way. His long black hair often covers his one of his dark eyes. Those who survived his incredible accuracy with the bow generally speak of his incredibly blank expression as he fires inhumanly at his mortal enemies. He rarely ever speaks. When he does, it normally is to the shady character who originally requested his business. He bears a two-inch scar along his left cheek from a fight with a member of The Varden long ago. He wears brown pants. Under his tunic he wears a breast plate that only those few who actually made contact with a sword to his chest know about. Generally, he wears his hood over his well-hunted face. Throughout the Varden, many bounty hunters search for him, the reward for his scalp is horrendously high. Although he seems to believe himself invincible, many brave souls give their time, and their lives to hunt down the inhuman Alcarin. Few people in Alagaesia will ever even come close to hunting him down.
Personality: Alcarin cares little for the well-being of others. Probably because the one person who ever cared for him, (his father) gave him up for his foul drinking habit. Alcarin's intense bloodlust gives him the inhuman ability to strike down any foe in cold blood. Although the number of deaths he has caused may never be counted, it has been estimated that it is over one-hundred. Alcarin has been offered many advanced weapons of the highest value and quality, but he always decides on his hunting bow, and his Elven longsword. He has collected many weapons from his slain foes over the years, and stores them in his lair which is thought to be somewhere near Leona Lake but has never been confirmed. The pay for his service generally is extravagantly high, as Alcarin demands it be. Although he works for the Empire, he despises Urgals and refuses to work with them. More than once has he been in a fight with an Urgal and killed it. Alcarin has little pychological capacity for human emotions and never is seen expressing any.
History: Alcarin's family history is very mysterious, few in Alagaesia know anything about his past. Supposedly, shortly after his birth, his mother died. By age ten, his father's drinking habit became so serious that Alcarin left him and went to live at his impersonal uncle's home. Alcarin worked on his Uncle's farm until his uncle mysteriously dissapeared in the night, never to be seen again. There was little sign of a struggle, or foul play for that matter, and fifteen-year old Alcarin was left to fend for himself. Luckily, he learned how to hunt early in life and got enough food to feed himself in the forests near The Spine. Around age 17 his life gets a bit sketchy, all that is really known is his voluntary joining of The Empire and his anger toward The Varden. He eventually joined the Imperial military, and joined an archer corps before becoming a full-time assassin, and he continues that to this day.
Roleplaying example: The dewy leaves of the early morning rubbed Alcarin's cheeks, as if trying to push him back from his repugnant duty. He looked through the low trees and brush and noticed his prey sitting outside a tavern, calmly smoking a pipe. Alcarin avoided making much noise. He reached for his quiver to pull out one of the elven arrows he took from his last prey. Then the man moved. In the moonlight, Alcarin noticed a shortsword under the man's cloak, this would be tricky. The man he hunted was a Varden official, apparently abandoning his position for a latenight drink at the local pub. The man's carelessness reminded Alcarin of his ignorant father's old cruel ways. Alcarin's anger rose. The small hill Alcarin lay stealthily upon would be no problem for the man to charge up should Alcarin miss his first shot. The man apparently wasn't sober for he was then hobbling around in a strange way. It was now or never. Alcarin pulled an arrow out of his quiver and prepared to fire, took aim, and shot. The whizzing sound of the arrow cutting through the air may have warned a man who was sober, but not this man. The arrow whizzed by his left ear and missed. The man was slow to react. He looked around helplessly trying to find his assassin, until another arrow came soaring out of the brush. The arrow worked as a tracer. The drunken man unsheathed his short sword and charged. He cut down any branches in his way and shortly found Alcarin laying behind the short trees. He began slashing at Alcarin. From within ten feet Alcarin fired another arrow into the man's chest. He looked helplessly up, eyes open, starting to realize what had just happened. The man fell to the ground, unmoving. Alcarin removed his arrow and hustled back into the forest, as if nothing had happened.
How did you find us: Elvorn introduced me.
