Post by Hawk on Feb 10, 2009 23:20:58 GMT 1
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Age: 28
Eyes: Dark brown with a hint of red
Hair: Brown, messy, medium length
Body Description: White but very tanned skin. Has one large scar going down left eye. Body is very large and muscular due to the amount of battles had and has several scratches and minor injuries.
Strengths: Ferocious in battles. Hawk is strong and has in incredible eye for tactics and seing faults in his enemies.
Weaknesses: Hawk likes battle inventions very much even if they don't work. Also willing to put citizens at risk and even death.
Animal Companion: Red tailed hawk. Ideal for scouting out enemies.
Moral Standing: Evil
Weapon of Choice: Two large legendary swords
Skill of Choice: Strength
Born: In Oakvale
Family: Hawks father was the wealthiest man in Oakvale but was brutally murdered by guards for unknown reasons. Hawk has looked after himself since then.
Character History: When Hawk was living with his father in Oakvale, he studied major battle strategies and tactics from their vast library and lived a happy life.
Hawk was then distraught as his father was killed. Hawk in turn killed many guards for revenge and was kicked out of Oakvale. He therefore travelled up the path from the coast and found a bandit clan with no leader. He joined up and vowed to become the new bandit king and get his revenge on the world.
Personality: A strong man who likes to keep his plans to himself but willingly accepts help from people he trusts
Sample RP: Hawk stared up at the night sky whilst clenching his two swords. His life had been torn apart from one stupid guard and he will never ever forgive him for what he had done.
A tear trickled down Hawks cheeck but he wiped it away immediately in fear that one of his fellow bandits would see. He had made it into the clan and was respected by all, he did not want to ruin his reputation now just for crying.
Although the bandits did not know it Hawk was creating plans on how to become the Bandit King and strike fear into the hearts of all who whispered his name.
The swords glistened under the moonlight and was hungry for blood. Hawk rose up from his bed and went to give what the swords craved for. This was his life now... A true ferocious bandit with no mercy in his veins. The time for killing had come again.
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