Post by Lance on Mar 22, 2009 21:13:13 GMT 1
Character name: Lance
Age: 28
Eyes: Sea Blue
Hair: Black
Face description: Lance was a strong looking face with a scar across his nose. He has a square jaw, and is slightly tanned.
Body description: Lance is 5"10 and is well muscled. He has broad shoulders and is branded on his chest as a slave.
Strengths: Melee combat, playing guitar
Weaknesses: Lance is afraid that one day, slavers will come back to capture him. He is not very trusting of people.
Animal Companion: None
Moral Standing: Neutral
Weapon of Choice: Axe
Skill of choice: Strength
Born: Oakvale
Family: Lance is an orphaned child. He was found by bandits, who later sold him into slavery. He endured 3 years of it before escaping to Oakvale. There, he lived for a year off the streets as a kid. He later moved to Bowerstone.
Character History: Lance barely remembers anything of his past. He despises all bandits and slavers. Lance is particularly fond of traders, and wishes to take the trade full time.
Personality: Not very trusting. He only trusts those who he has known for a long time. He can be straight to the point, and cruel as well. But he is kind to all who deserve it.
Sample RP:
Lance balled his fists. Here they were again, the bullies. Everyday they would come to this spot, just to tease and assault him.
"What's the matter, ORPHAN?" said one of the bullies, laughing.
The others laughed alongside him. Lance tried to keep the anger from coming out. The bully drew a kitchen knife.
"Lets see how much blood he bleeds." said the bully viciously.
The bully came closer, overconfident. He was strong, Lance knew that. But he was as stupid as a chicken. Lance lashed out with a punch to the bully's face. The punch landed solid, and Lance felt something crack. He leaped on top of the bully, and pried the knife from his fingers. He took it, and repeatedly stabbed the bully in the head. The warm blood fell on his hands and face. The others began to panic and run.
"****! This guy is psycho! RUN!" one of them yelled.
Lance closed his eyes, taking in what he had just done. He opened them. He left the knife in the bully's head, and walked away. Some people didn't deserve to live.
ACCEPTED: I can see you're a Watchmen fan. Good application, welcome to the site.
Age: 28
Eyes: Sea Blue
Hair: Black
Face description: Lance was a strong looking face with a scar across his nose. He has a square jaw, and is slightly tanned.
Body description: Lance is 5"10 and is well muscled. He has broad shoulders and is branded on his chest as a slave.
Strengths: Melee combat, playing guitar
Weaknesses: Lance is afraid that one day, slavers will come back to capture him. He is not very trusting of people.
Animal Companion: None
Moral Standing: Neutral
Weapon of Choice: Axe
Skill of choice: Strength
Born: Oakvale
Family: Lance is an orphaned child. He was found by bandits, who later sold him into slavery. He endured 3 years of it before escaping to Oakvale. There, he lived for a year off the streets as a kid. He later moved to Bowerstone.
Character History: Lance barely remembers anything of his past. He despises all bandits and slavers. Lance is particularly fond of traders, and wishes to take the trade full time.
Personality: Not very trusting. He only trusts those who he has known for a long time. He can be straight to the point, and cruel as well. But he is kind to all who deserve it.
Sample RP:
Lance balled his fists. Here they were again, the bullies. Everyday they would come to this spot, just to tease and assault him.
"What's the matter, ORPHAN?" said one of the bullies, laughing.
The others laughed alongside him. Lance tried to keep the anger from coming out. The bully drew a kitchen knife.
"Lets see how much blood he bleeds." said the bully viciously.
The bully came closer, overconfident. He was strong, Lance knew that. But he was as stupid as a chicken. Lance lashed out with a punch to the bully's face. The punch landed solid, and Lance felt something crack. He leaped on top of the bully, and pried the knife from his fingers. He took it, and repeatedly stabbed the bully in the head. The warm blood fell on his hands and face. The others began to panic and run.
"****! This guy is psycho! RUN!" one of them yelled.
Lance closed his eyes, taking in what he had just done. He opened them. He left the knife in the bully's head, and walked away. Some people didn't deserve to live.
ACCEPTED: I can see you're a Watchmen fan. Good application, welcome to the site.