Post by Exile on Mar 14, 2009 4:49:48 GMT 1
Character Name: Garjian 'Exile' Azefeil
Age: 29
Eyes: A teal-blue colour, despite his skin colour.
Hair: Black. Relatively long, but very shaggy and unkempt.
Face Description: large brow, cheekbones, and chin. A couple of scars, one large scar over his right eyebrow, and a barely noticeable one on his left cheek. Also a rather large chunk missing from the top of his right ear, although it’s not often visible for his hair.
Body Description: He’s noticeably bigger than anyone else in the fable universe Not excessive muscle tone, but very very large muscles. He has very rough skin and lots of small scars from living in the wild. Predictably, he doesn’t wear a lot of clothes, but he covers the important bits, and covers up if necessary. He has black skin, as he is from Samarkand. (I'd feel bad about describing anything sexual, besides... i dont think anyones gonna get that far with this character.)
Strengths: He’s very strong, tough, and in great physical condition. He’s pretty good at fist fighting, although he doesn’t often have to land more than one blow to render even large things unconscious.
Weaknesses: not great at communicating, and unable to keep focussed.
Animal Companion: none
Moral Standing: Neutral, although others would perceive him as evil, considering his murderous and seemingly aggressive nature.
Weapon of Choice: Fists
Skill of Choice: Strength, Strength, Strength.
Born: Samarkand, but stolen by pirates and sold to bandits from Albion at a young age with his older brother.
Family: Doesn’t know anything about his parents, and was separated from his older brother Djids not long after arriving on Albion.
Character History: Garjian was born in a small, impoverished town on the coast of Samarkand, often the target of pirate raids. At 18 moths he was stolen by pirates with his 4 year old brother Djids, and sold to some bandits in Albion, who not so long afterwards split into 3 separate clans, separating Djids and Garjian.
He works for the bandits for 16 years, before stealing a weapon and murdering several, allowing him to escape to the nearby forests.
His experiences made him sociopathic, and unable to accept society. He isolated himself deep in the forests for years, developing an animalistic attitude to his own, and other’s lives.
Personality: Apart from the rather negative qualities mentioned above, he is still human, and so does have a good side hidden under the hate, although very hard to appeal to considering his instant borderline hostility.
Sample RP: A nearby rustling sharply brought Exile’s wandering mind back to him.
He stood and scanned the horizon, on which he saw a man looking straight at him…
A thingyy hero..? A lost trader..? It didn't matter, they’d be dead soon anyway.
Exile bellowed his war cry and ran at the man, who by this time knew he was in trouble, but before he could even run, Exile had pounced, caught his head, and crushed it against a tree…
Rubbing the unfathomable mixture of gore from his hand, Exile noticed a bulge in his victim’s jacket pocket.
Inside, a tatty book… ‘JOURNAL’ embossed on the front along with a large golden oak symbol.
Curiously yet cynically, Exile flicked through it.
The pages were full of stories of exploration and sketches of wondrous places which, despite Exile not being able to read, inspired him to leave the forests he had imprisoned himself in, and see all the sights this book had seen…
Exile’s mind was wandering as usual, except for the first time in his life, he was not murderous… but excited.
ACCEPTED- Although you need to create an account. Welcome Exile.
Age: 29
Eyes: A teal-blue colour, despite his skin colour.
Hair: Black. Relatively long, but very shaggy and unkempt.
Face Description: large brow, cheekbones, and chin. A couple of scars, one large scar over his right eyebrow, and a barely noticeable one on his left cheek. Also a rather large chunk missing from the top of his right ear, although it’s not often visible for his hair.
Body Description: He’s noticeably bigger than anyone else in the fable universe Not excessive muscle tone, but very very large muscles. He has very rough skin and lots of small scars from living in the wild. Predictably, he doesn’t wear a lot of clothes, but he covers the important bits, and covers up if necessary. He has black skin, as he is from Samarkand. (I'd feel bad about describing anything sexual, besides... i dont think anyones gonna get that far with this character.)
Strengths: He’s very strong, tough, and in great physical condition. He’s pretty good at fist fighting, although he doesn’t often have to land more than one blow to render even large things unconscious.
Weaknesses: not great at communicating, and unable to keep focussed.
Animal Companion: none
Moral Standing: Neutral, although others would perceive him as evil, considering his murderous and seemingly aggressive nature.
Weapon of Choice: Fists
Skill of Choice: Strength, Strength, Strength.
Born: Samarkand, but stolen by pirates and sold to bandits from Albion at a young age with his older brother.
Family: Doesn’t know anything about his parents, and was separated from his older brother Djids not long after arriving on Albion.
Character History: Garjian was born in a small, impoverished town on the coast of Samarkand, often the target of pirate raids. At 18 moths he was stolen by pirates with his 4 year old brother Djids, and sold to some bandits in Albion, who not so long afterwards split into 3 separate clans, separating Djids and Garjian.
He works for the bandits for 16 years, before stealing a weapon and murdering several, allowing him to escape to the nearby forests.
His experiences made him sociopathic, and unable to accept society. He isolated himself deep in the forests for years, developing an animalistic attitude to his own, and other’s lives.
Personality: Apart from the rather negative qualities mentioned above, he is still human, and so does have a good side hidden under the hate, although very hard to appeal to considering his instant borderline hostility.
Sample RP: A nearby rustling sharply brought Exile’s wandering mind back to him.
He stood and scanned the horizon, on which he saw a man looking straight at him…
A thingyy hero..? A lost trader..? It didn't matter, they’d be dead soon anyway.
Exile bellowed his war cry and ran at the man, who by this time knew he was in trouble, but before he could even run, Exile had pounced, caught his head, and crushed it against a tree…
Rubbing the unfathomable mixture of gore from his hand, Exile noticed a bulge in his victim’s jacket pocket.
Inside, a tatty book… ‘JOURNAL’ embossed on the front along with a large golden oak symbol.
Curiously yet cynically, Exile flicked through it.
The pages were full of stories of exploration and sketches of wondrous places which, despite Exile not being able to read, inspired him to leave the forests he had imprisoned himself in, and see all the sights this book had seen…
Exile’s mind was wandering as usual, except for the first time in his life, he was not murderous… but excited.
ACCEPTED- Although you need to create an account. Welcome Exile.