Post by Darryl Horn-ere on Mar 1, 2009 18:07:13 GMT 1
Age: 35 years old.
Eyes: Brown (Always has bags)
Hair:Dreadlocks, deep dark brown with silvery streaks.
Face Description:No wrinkles, long thin scar from the corner of his left eye to under his right nostril. A sharp stubble as well.
Body Description: A tattoo of what seems to be a German Shepherd is on his chest. A few scars lie upon his pecks.
He wears a black guard uniform with gold trimmings, a red bandanna is on his head, he wears fingerless gloves and leather boots. He is tanned.
Strengths: He never misses a shot, Empathizing, Interrogating,
Time manipulation and swordsmanship. Also tries a hand at inventing.
Weaknesses: Magic and melee combat(Besides time control and flourishes) Bad with kids, Fashion sense and getting used to the kindness of everyone after his childhood.
Animal Companion: A doberman named "Madnesse".
Moral Standing: He seems to be evil, although he doesn't have any impurities in his skin. His actions make women fall to the ground and men fall to their doom!
Weapon of Choice: A cutlass with tribal markings and a longbow made entirely of metal.
Skill of Choice: Sub targeting and flourishes.
Born: Darryl was given birth by and raised by an aristocrat.
While his mother was away (A lot of the time!) he was looked after by a corrupted hero who beat him and abused him.
Family: Darryl's mother was finally killed by the "Hero".
With no other family, he fled to the town of Bower stone.
He currently works as a town guard by day, and an assassin by night!
Character History: Darryl doesn't reveal anything to his friends, except he is saving up for big things!
Personality: Darryl speaks with a distinctive gruffness, although he tries to understand the townsfolk, he can't get past their folk accents.
Sample RP: I dunno if this'll help but...
Darryl slowly approached the coffin, he pulled out his bow just in case.
Crack...
"Damn!" he said, "The blasted thing's snapped!"
Suddenly a moaning sound came from the coffin.
ACCEPTED- There are some spelling errors here and there. Also, try not to get used to typing in first person. We usually type in third person. Read the rules here: www.albiontales.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=howto
Eyes: Brown (Always has bags)
Hair:Dreadlocks, deep dark brown with silvery streaks.
Face Description:No wrinkles, long thin scar from the corner of his left eye to under his right nostril. A sharp stubble as well.
Body Description: A tattoo of what seems to be a German Shepherd is on his chest. A few scars lie upon his pecks.
He wears a black guard uniform with gold trimmings, a red bandanna is on his head, he wears fingerless gloves and leather boots. He is tanned.
Strengths: He never misses a shot, Empathizing, Interrogating,
Time manipulation and swordsmanship. Also tries a hand at inventing.
Weaknesses: Magic and melee combat(Besides time control and flourishes) Bad with kids, Fashion sense and getting used to the kindness of everyone after his childhood.
Animal Companion: A doberman named "Madnesse".
Moral Standing: He seems to be evil, although he doesn't have any impurities in his skin. His actions make women fall to the ground and men fall to their doom!
Weapon of Choice: A cutlass with tribal markings and a longbow made entirely of metal.
Skill of Choice: Sub targeting and flourishes.
Born: Darryl was given birth by and raised by an aristocrat.
While his mother was away (A lot of the time!) he was looked after by a corrupted hero who beat him and abused him.
Family: Darryl's mother was finally killed by the "Hero".
With no other family, he fled to the town of Bower stone.
He currently works as a town guard by day, and an assassin by night!
Character History: Darryl doesn't reveal anything to his friends, except he is saving up for big things!
Personality: Darryl speaks with a distinctive gruffness, although he tries to understand the townsfolk, he can't get past their folk accents.
Sample RP: I dunno if this'll help but...
Darryl slowly approached the coffin, he pulled out his bow just in case.
Crack...
"Damn!" he said, "The blasted thing's snapped!"
Suddenly a moaning sound came from the coffin.
ACCEPTED- There are some spelling errors here and there. Also, try not to get used to typing in first person. We usually type in third person. Read the rules here: www.albiontales.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=howto