Post by Kite on Nov 17, 2009 0:31:23 GMT -5
Name:
Don Myth AKA Kite
Age:
25
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Don is an extremely fit man, at 6' 5" tall and 190 pds heavy. He has a dark green hair color, left at a medium length and combed straight down, hanging around his head. His eyes are a bright green, and have a spark of life in them. He has a black tattoo on his right shoulder that runs down the same arm, his right shoulder completely covered and rolling down his arm and spiking into random lines spreading and crossing down to his fingers, 5 of the lines ending before his nail on top, and 5 more ending at the end of his fingers on the bottom. He is a pale, white-skinned man and seems to have extremely long arms, though they are only slightly longer than average. He usually wears a dark blue shirt and black pants, usually covered up by a closed trench coat-esque brown coat. He wears black boots and holds a hardened metal staff, which he uses as his weapon if he isn't going unarmed.
Personality:
Don is a strange man. Some call him insane, some call him odd, some call him weird. This is all true, to some extent. He is a pretty talkative man, and enjoys being out there. That mostly explains his odd appearance, and the fact that he likes the colors. He is a Captain in the Imperial Army, and loves his job. He heads up a special battalion, the 3rd strike company, "Death Dealers", which is a force that follows the unconventional warfare ideas. He is, as Captain, the leader of the company, and is sent out alone quite often as well, being a fairly good spy or scout. He is a fairly well trained human magician as well, though his superiors are not aware of this. He keeps it hidden from all but his family, and his closest friends. He occasionally uses it out on the battlefield, but it is always discreet enough to be chalked up to luck. He has, for a human, an extrordinary amount of energy. He gets bloodthirsty, occasionally, and his vice is definately women, but he is generally considered to be a decent guy.
History:
Don was born in Tierm, his parents named Estua and Zim. They were very profitable traders, and therefore Don is filthy stinking rich, and always has been. Therefore, he was taught in school, he learned swordplay, and he learned to fight with his bare-hands. He was a strange lad, going out and screwin with his buddies, despite his parents getting pissed at him, and often getting into serious trouble. He brawled and he stole, getting very good at both, and he dyed his hair and wore strange clothes which, while not illegal, was not a choice his parents were happy with. He joined up at 16, after his parents got killed by random bandits on the trail with special cargo, and left him their entire estate. He never found out all the detail, but by all accounts it was an odd attack. So he went through boot and joined an Infantry unit, but was quickly promoted to Sergeant and applied for the strike battalion. Starting there, he was quickly on the rise, going to OSC after recieving a commision at 20, then attaining control of his own assault company at 24. For the last 2 years, he has been training and drilling away, until the start of the war, where he has been sent on a mission or two to harry the Varden operatives. His troops participated in the battle of the Burning Plains, and came out fairly well, all things considered, with only 1/2 casualities. Since then, he has been trying to get his new troops up to snuff in the little time he is not sent out to do this spy mission or that scouting run.
Roleplaying example:
(( From my first character's prof, originally from The Galactic War: woswwar.proboards.com ))
*Daran strides confidently into the first few trees of the Bare Forest, friends and his rival Serj behind him. He feels fairly confident that he can do the challenge or surviving on his own for two days, no matter the legends. He has a small pack on his back, containing rations for two days, a firestarter, and first-aid kit with bacta patches. He has fairly durable, simple hiking clothes on, and a hat. He starts the hike through the forest as the sight at the edge of the forest fades, and moves for a few miles. After an hour or two of hiking, he spots someone running among the trees. His mind works quickly, and Daran sees a couple more running around him. He stops and slides into an unarmed fighting stance, and yells* Come out now!
*At his yell, he hears no response except that of grunts, and heavy breathing. He looks warily at where the sound is originating, and realizes the stories about the corpses being reanimated by parasites were real. He gets a jolt of panic, but clears that out of his mind as the adreniline starts pumping. A couple of the "zombies" come out of the trees, running at him and snarling. Daran lets them approach, then steps to his right quickly and snaps a kick into the "zombie" on the right. It propels the "zombie" into the next to it and knocks them down, tangling them up together. Daran sees his chance and bolts, trying to get away from the two that were just rushing him. Daran hears more snarling, now all around him, and shakes inside, overwhelmed by the sheer amount that he hears. He runs on, trying to get away from the living dead around him, and reachs a clearing, scampering up the closest tree to it, so he can jump off and run if he needs to, and hunkers down, thinking "This... is going... to be one hella long two days..."*
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Don Myth AKA Kite
Age:
25
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Don is an extremely fit man, at 6' 5" tall and 190 pds heavy. He has a dark green hair color, left at a medium length and combed straight down, hanging around his head. His eyes are a bright green, and have a spark of life in them. He has a black tattoo on his right shoulder that runs down the same arm, his right shoulder completely covered and rolling down his arm and spiking into random lines spreading and crossing down to his fingers, 5 of the lines ending before his nail on top, and 5 more ending at the end of his fingers on the bottom. He is a pale, white-skinned man and seems to have extremely long arms, though they are only slightly longer than average. He usually wears a dark blue shirt and black pants, usually covered up by a closed trench coat-esque brown coat. He wears black boots and holds a hardened metal staff, which he uses as his weapon if he isn't going unarmed.
Personality:
Don is a strange man. Some call him insane, some call him odd, some call him weird. This is all true, to some extent. He is a pretty talkative man, and enjoys being out there. That mostly explains his odd appearance, and the fact that he likes the colors. He is a Captain in the Imperial Army, and loves his job. He heads up a special battalion, the 3rd strike company, "Death Dealers", which is a force that follows the unconventional warfare ideas. He is, as Captain, the leader of the company, and is sent out alone quite often as well, being a fairly good spy or scout. He is a fairly well trained human magician as well, though his superiors are not aware of this. He keeps it hidden from all but his family, and his closest friends. He occasionally uses it out on the battlefield, but it is always discreet enough to be chalked up to luck. He has, for a human, an extrordinary amount of energy. He gets bloodthirsty, occasionally, and his vice is definately women, but he is generally considered to be a decent guy.
History:
Don was born in Tierm, his parents named Estua and Zim. They were very profitable traders, and therefore Don is filthy stinking rich, and always has been. Therefore, he was taught in school, he learned swordplay, and he learned to fight with his bare-hands. He was a strange lad, going out and screwin with his buddies, despite his parents getting pissed at him, and often getting into serious trouble. He brawled and he stole, getting very good at both, and he dyed his hair and wore strange clothes which, while not illegal, was not a choice his parents were happy with. He joined up at 16, after his parents got killed by random bandits on the trail with special cargo, and left him their entire estate. He never found out all the detail, but by all accounts it was an odd attack. So he went through boot and joined an Infantry unit, but was quickly promoted to Sergeant and applied for the strike battalion. Starting there, he was quickly on the rise, going to OSC after recieving a commision at 20, then attaining control of his own assault company at 24. For the last 2 years, he has been training and drilling away, until the start of the war, where he has been sent on a mission or two to harry the Varden operatives. His troops participated in the battle of the Burning Plains, and came out fairly well, all things considered, with only 1/2 casualities. Since then, he has been trying to get his new troops up to snuff in the little time he is not sent out to do this spy mission or that scouting run.
Roleplaying example:
(( From my first character's prof, originally from The Galactic War: woswwar.proboards.com ))
*Daran strides confidently into the first few trees of the Bare Forest, friends and his rival Serj behind him. He feels fairly confident that he can do the challenge or surviving on his own for two days, no matter the legends. He has a small pack on his back, containing rations for two days, a firestarter, and first-aid kit with bacta patches. He has fairly durable, simple hiking clothes on, and a hat. He starts the hike through the forest as the sight at the edge of the forest fades, and moves for a few miles. After an hour or two of hiking, he spots someone running among the trees. His mind works quickly, and Daran sees a couple more running around him. He stops and slides into an unarmed fighting stance, and yells* Come out now!
*At his yell, he hears no response except that of grunts, and heavy breathing. He looks warily at where the sound is originating, and realizes the stories about the corpses being reanimated by parasites were real. He gets a jolt of panic, but clears that out of his mind as the adreniline starts pumping. A couple of the "zombies" come out of the trees, running at him and snarling. Daran lets them approach, then steps to his right quickly and snaps a kick into the "zombie" on the right. It propels the "zombie" into the next to it and knocks them down, tangling them up together. Daran sees his chance and bolts, trying to get away from the two that were just rushing him. Daran hears more snarling, now all around him, and shakes inside, overwhelmed by the sheer amount that he hears. He runs on, trying to get away from the living dead around him, and reachs a clearing, scampering up the closest tree to it, so he can jump off and run if he needs to, and hunkers down, thinking "This... is going... to be one hella long two days..."*
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