Post by Aikes on Aug 6, 2014 5:48:17 GMT
Introduce Your Character
Name: Aikes
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Species: Human
Occupation: Apothecary
Personality: This young Shaman is mysterious and wise, his history is all but unknown to any but himself, he basically keeps to himself most of the time, only speaking when spoken too. He pretends to be a retired werewolf hunter, but on occasions he does some Moonlighting, his name for werewolf hunting. The young man's personality is friendly to those who get close to him, he likes sharing his dark secrets to the only ones that he trusts, and he only seeks advice to the only person worth seeking advice to, himself. He usually doesn't enjoy the company of others, but on occasions he does desire the conversation with others Although his loathing towards the Cursed werewolves, he has no hatred towards the Blessed. He in fact had imagined being a Blessed a few times. With his generally good nature, the young man respects all, weather their good or evil, ugly or beautiful, stupid or smart.
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Physical Description
Standing before you is a young man shrouded in mystery, he can be seen wearing nothing but pure black robes that nearly blend within the dark nights, around his neck is a collection of werewolf teeth, these exact teeth were in fact belonged to the werewolves in which he had hunted in the past, protecting his fingernails, an could be used for weapons were werewolf claws that were carved to the point where they could fit his own fingernails. His physical features are a crop of red flaming hair, sapphire blue eyes, and his body was muscle toned.
Appearance / Markings / Body type:Muscle toned frame, Tribal Tattoos of Norse healing symbols, red hair sapphire eyes, and a wicked scar from his eye to his neck.
Height: 5'13
Weight: 198 (Muscle)
Scars or Tattoos: Scar on his right eye which goes to his neck, tribal tattoos and Norse healing runes.
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History: Once long ago, there lived a lovely couple. Who lives were complete, they had each other, a small cabin in the mountains of the wild , and they had their child. But little did they know that their happy ending was about to be shattered. When the sun set upon the land, Alistair Aike's father decided to go out and get a fresh kill to serve for dinner for his wife and son. When he entered the woods, the moon was full upon the sky basking the night in its ethereal glow. The hunter was tracking a deer deep into the mountains, where it was rumored that monstrous beasts resided. But he didn't care because his family came first before his safety, he bent down upon the snow and sniffed it. Then that was when he was killed, a Cursed Werewolf and stalked him and was able to kill him. Then after that the werewolf tracked the scent of his wife and child, and entered their home. The mother Ari was terrified of the beast who entered their home, she tried to protect her son, but alas she failed to do so. And thus she died in the process, before she did she had hid her son in the basement, where the werewolf wasn't able to find him. Once the beast had left, the young boy grew so angry. He stalked after the beast, although the boy was only 13 years old. He wasn't able to carry a bow and arrow, so he only had his knife with him, he stalked after the beast, and once he had found him, he and the werewolf fought, he had lost everything that he held dear to him, his mother and father due to this beast. The beast wracked his claws across the boy's face leaving deadly claw marks upon his face, the young boy lunged forward his his knife to strike at the beast. But failed to do so, but when the werewolf attempted to bite him, he had jammed his blade into his jaw, and tore out one of his fangs, ripping it right out from his gums. Which caused the werewolf great pain, the beast took off. The boy stood there watching it run off, and from that moment on he became a Werewolf hunter. Destined to kill every one of those nasty beasts until he found that same one that had killed his parents. As time went on, the young boy grew up and killed a lot of werewolves and became a renown werewolf hunter. Known throughout the land, but the day came when he retired from werewolf hunting, knowing that it was pointless to find the werewolf that he sought out. He then became a Healer instead, and thus he begins his new journey, but also on certain occasions killed more werewolves along the way.
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Sample RP Post: It was midnight, Akies was walking through the woods, the moonlight basking the snow covered ground in an eerie glow of white glitter. His feet made loud CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH sounds. All around him was silent, it was as if the forest was hollow, nothing dared to speak. His sword was drawn, as his breath remained calm. His eyes darted back and forth, observing the area before him, he knew that the beast was near, and he knew that he knew he was hunting him.
"COME ON OUT BEAST!" Bellowed Aikes clutching the hilt of his sword, and just as he said that, the four legged werewolf stepped forth. It wasn't a Blessed, it was a Cursed. The way he knew this was the size of the beast, plus the marking upon his wrist which showed the mark of Evil. The mark that most would fear to see in any village or town. "You have done to much damage already beast time to meet your death,' He said swinging his sword around as he then lunged forward, heading towards the beast. His sword pointed forward, the beast growls and launches itself before him at a full charge, kicking up snow behind its claws which dug deep into the earth.
Aikes took hold of his sword and rose it high above him, then lunged it froward. The werewolf lifted an arm and grabbed his wrist and snarled at him. Baring his fangs at him, Aikes stared into the depths of the mouth of the creature. Watching drool pour from its razor sharp fangs, yet no fear was shown in the man's face for with a flick of his ankle. The sound of a blade unsheathing itself could be heard, and soon the beast let out a yelp of agony once the foot dug deep into its thigh. The blade in which was unsheathed had come from the tip of the young man's boot, dug deep into the werewolf's thigh. The knife hidden in the boot was an invention that he made himself. He grabbed hold of the beast's neck, and then twisted it harshly to the left. Which caused the spinal cord to snap and the werewolf collapsed onto the ground lifeless. He smirked and reached inside his jaw, and yanked out one of its fangs, and took out one of his tools and drilled a hole inside it and slipped it around his necklace.
Name: Aikes
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Species: Human
Occupation: Apothecary
Personality: This young Shaman is mysterious and wise, his history is all but unknown to any but himself, he basically keeps to himself most of the time, only speaking when spoken too. He pretends to be a retired werewolf hunter, but on occasions he does some Moonlighting, his name for werewolf hunting. The young man's personality is friendly to those who get close to him, he likes sharing his dark secrets to the only ones that he trusts, and he only seeks advice to the only person worth seeking advice to, himself. He usually doesn't enjoy the company of others, but on occasions he does desire the conversation with others Although his loathing towards the Cursed werewolves, he has no hatred towards the Blessed. He in fact had imagined being a Blessed a few times. With his generally good nature, the young man respects all, weather their good or evil, ugly or beautiful, stupid or smart.
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Physical Description
Standing before you is a young man shrouded in mystery, he can be seen wearing nothing but pure black robes that nearly blend within the dark nights, around his neck is a collection of werewolf teeth, these exact teeth were in fact belonged to the werewolves in which he had hunted in the past, protecting his fingernails, an could be used for weapons were werewolf claws that were carved to the point where they could fit his own fingernails. His physical features are a crop of red flaming hair, sapphire blue eyes, and his body was muscle toned.
Appearance / Markings / Body type:Muscle toned frame, Tribal Tattoos of Norse healing symbols, red hair sapphire eyes, and a wicked scar from his eye to his neck.
Height: 5'13
Weight: 198 (Muscle)
Scars or Tattoos: Scar on his right eye which goes to his neck, tribal tattoos and Norse healing runes.
Pic:
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History: Once long ago, there lived a lovely couple. Who lives were complete, they had each other, a small cabin in the mountains of the wild , and they had their child. But little did they know that their happy ending was about to be shattered. When the sun set upon the land, Alistair Aike's father decided to go out and get a fresh kill to serve for dinner for his wife and son. When he entered the woods, the moon was full upon the sky basking the night in its ethereal glow. The hunter was tracking a deer deep into the mountains, where it was rumored that monstrous beasts resided. But he didn't care because his family came first before his safety, he bent down upon the snow and sniffed it. Then that was when he was killed, a Cursed Werewolf and stalked him and was able to kill him. Then after that the werewolf tracked the scent of his wife and child, and entered their home. The mother Ari was terrified of the beast who entered their home, she tried to protect her son, but alas she failed to do so. And thus she died in the process, before she did she had hid her son in the basement, where the werewolf wasn't able to find him. Once the beast had left, the young boy grew so angry. He stalked after the beast, although the boy was only 13 years old. He wasn't able to carry a bow and arrow, so he only had his knife with him, he stalked after the beast, and once he had found him, he and the werewolf fought, he had lost everything that he held dear to him, his mother and father due to this beast. The beast wracked his claws across the boy's face leaving deadly claw marks upon his face, the young boy lunged forward his his knife to strike at the beast. But failed to do so, but when the werewolf attempted to bite him, he had jammed his blade into his jaw, and tore out one of his fangs, ripping it right out from his gums. Which caused the werewolf great pain, the beast took off. The boy stood there watching it run off, and from that moment on he became a Werewolf hunter. Destined to kill every one of those nasty beasts until he found that same one that had killed his parents. As time went on, the young boy grew up and killed a lot of werewolves and became a renown werewolf hunter. Known throughout the land, but the day came when he retired from werewolf hunting, knowing that it was pointless to find the werewolf that he sought out. He then became a Healer instead, and thus he begins his new journey, but also on certain occasions killed more werewolves along the way.
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Sample RP Post: It was midnight, Akies was walking through the woods, the moonlight basking the snow covered ground in an eerie glow of white glitter. His feet made loud CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH sounds. All around him was silent, it was as if the forest was hollow, nothing dared to speak. His sword was drawn, as his breath remained calm. His eyes darted back and forth, observing the area before him, he knew that the beast was near, and he knew that he knew he was hunting him.
"COME ON OUT BEAST!" Bellowed Aikes clutching the hilt of his sword, and just as he said that, the four legged werewolf stepped forth. It wasn't a Blessed, it was a Cursed. The way he knew this was the size of the beast, plus the marking upon his wrist which showed the mark of Evil. The mark that most would fear to see in any village or town. "You have done to much damage already beast time to meet your death,' He said swinging his sword around as he then lunged forward, heading towards the beast. His sword pointed forward, the beast growls and launches itself before him at a full charge, kicking up snow behind its claws which dug deep into the earth.
Aikes took hold of his sword and rose it high above him, then lunged it froward. The werewolf lifted an arm and grabbed his wrist and snarled at him. Baring his fangs at him, Aikes stared into the depths of the mouth of the creature. Watching drool pour from its razor sharp fangs, yet no fear was shown in the man's face for with a flick of his ankle. The sound of a blade unsheathing itself could be heard, and soon the beast let out a yelp of agony once the foot dug deep into its thigh. The blade in which was unsheathed had come from the tip of the young man's boot, dug deep into the werewolf's thigh. The knife hidden in the boot was an invention that he made himself. He grabbed hold of the beast's neck, and then twisted it harshly to the left. Which caused the spinal cord to snap and the werewolf collapsed onto the ground lifeless. He smirked and reached inside his jaw, and yanked out one of its fangs, and took out one of his tools and drilled a hole inside it and slipped it around his necklace.
