Post by Gregory Marrowson on May 17, 2009 0:28:57 GMT 1
Character Name: Gregory "Blade" Marrowson
Age: 20
Eyes: Grey with hints of black.
Hair: Sholder length, white
Face Description: Oval shaped, sharp nose, thin, keen eyes
Body Description: Plae skin tone, mascular but not buff, broad shoulders, tall. Had scarred up hands from fighting all the time.
Strengths: Fighting, making armor and weapons, blending into the shadows.
Weaknesses: Not really a man of words, dislikes people who belly-ach all the time.
Animal Companion: N/A
Moral Standing: Neutral
Weapon of Choice: (Sword, Crossbow, sometimes a warhammer.)
Skill of Choice: Strength and Skill
Born: Knothole Glade
Family: Father: Arnold Marrowson. Mother: Luna Marrowson.
Character History: Gregory was born in Knothole Glade. His parents raised him well until he was about seven. A group of Balverines attack his village killing his parents and majority of his neighbors. The only reason he lived was that Gregory was hiding in his families secret cellar.
When he came out a group of bandits were fighting off the Balverines and kidnapped him. The leader took Gregory in and raised him as his own. The bandit leader trained him to fight. Never to think, only act.
Gregory was also taught to read and write. The bandits wanted a killing machine and an intelligent person who could go into towns with out making a fool of himself. Gregory had traveled to his old home and searched for a family pendent which he nows where around his neck. Fellow Bandits call him by his last name since it sounds more evil than Gregory.
Personality: Tough, smart, fast reactor, leader, and humorless.
Sample RP: Gregory walked into Bowerstone as his comerades charged in. His "father" wanted him to prove himself worthy to lead. In Greg's right hand as a Iron Claymore. Gaurds ran up defending their town as civilians screamed the bloody little heads off.
Gregory kept his face gaunt looking as he blocked a gaurds swing. He quickly grinned as he kicked the gaurd in the chest knocking his wind out. Gregory walked into the bar and opened up a tank of ale. He placed a mug inderneath the flowing amber liquid and gulped it down.
Some fellow bandits were shouting outside.
"Thats it! We won! Marrowson where are ya?" the bandits looking into the pub and grinned at him.
"Lets move out boys!" Gregory shouted as he walked out of the bar wiping off the beer from his mouth.
ACCEPTED Please message either Rayvn or Hawk to become a Bandit and you can have a sword and crossbow, but no gold.