Post by autumn on Oct 23, 2011 2:30:16 GMT 1
Character Name: Autumn
Age: 20
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Blonde
Face Description: An average face, light by male standards but heavier than that of a woman.
Body Description: A lithe, athletic person. Average strength and muscularity.
Strengths: Sword fighting, Will.
Weaknesses: Terrible with ranged weapons of all kinds, really hates cold.
Animal Companion: None.
Moral Standing: Neutral.
Weapon of Choice: Katana.
Skill of Choice: Will.
Born: Bowerstone South.
Family: Autumn (originally named Roland Weaver at birth) was raised in Bowerstone South where he lived happily with his mother and father in their small house. Unfortunately his father had some gambling issues, and was killed by loan sharks. His mother left Bowerstone soon after, and was never heard from again, presumably having been killed by bandits. He has no brothers or sisters.
Character History: Roland lived with his parents until he was five years old. At that age his father was murdered because of excessive gambling debts. His mother, unable to provide for Roland herself, arranged for the local blacksmith to take him in as a pupil. It wasn't long until a Hero who had come to purchase a sword, felt hidden power within Roland and took him to the Heroes Guild, where he decided he would henceforth be known as "Autumn". At the age of 16, Autumn had proven himself to be exceptionally gifted at magic, as well as displaying a talent for swordfighting.
Personality: Autumn is a calm, easy-going person. He likes taverns, and absolutely hates all forms of religion. In battle, he uses magic to supplement his swordsmanship using spells such as slow time and assassin rush, although he is also capable of using all forms of fire-based spells (not counting Infernal Wrath).
Sample RP:
A voice sounded from behind Autumn, as he sat at the counter in the Bowerstone tavern.
"Oy, yuu there! Yeah yuu, ya ugly mutt!"
Autumn did not bother to turn his head and look at the drunken figure shouting at him, and simply continued drinking his beer.
"Oy, look at meh when oi'm talking to ya," the man said as he grabbed Autumn by the shoulder to pull him from his barstool. Autumn quickly pushed the drunkard back, and replied:
"Don't touch me, you drunken fool! What is it?!"
"Agh, thar's no need fer violunsh! Oi jusht wanted to ask if ya could buy me a drink, ish all!"
"No, I can not. Leave me be," he said before turning back towards the counter.
The drunkard grinned and said:
"Hehe... Well yuu shee... That jusht won't do, will it? Yuu'll buy me a drink, allright. Or would ya rather oi take all of yer gold from ya?"
"Like you could," Autumn replied, without turning to look at the drunkard.
Enraged by Autumn's response and indifference, the drunkard charged towards him. But before the drunkard could land a punch, Autumn turned around and hit him in the face with his beerglass.
The drunken would-be robber stumbled back a few paces, but managed to keep his balance, if only barely. He attacked again, unleashing a rapid flurry of wild but powerful punches, most of which were aimed at Autumn's face. However, Autumn dodged all of them easily by slowing down time, and ended the stream of punches with a single, powerful blow to the stomach.
The drunkard coughed up saliva, and dropped to his knees in pain. Autumn pulled the drunkard's face up, and broke his nose with a straight punch of his right fist.
The drunkard fell unconscious. Autumn checked if he was still breathing, then reclaimed his seat at the counter. He took two coins out of his purse, slamming one of them down before him.
"Another beer, my good man."
Immediately after that he turned around, and threw the other coin to the man he had knocked unconscious less than a minute ago.
"And here. Your next one's on me."
Age: 20
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Blonde
Face Description: An average face, light by male standards but heavier than that of a woman.
Body Description: A lithe, athletic person. Average strength and muscularity.
Strengths: Sword fighting, Will.
Weaknesses: Terrible with ranged weapons of all kinds, really hates cold.
Animal Companion: None.
Moral Standing: Neutral.
Weapon of Choice: Katana.
Skill of Choice: Will.
Born: Bowerstone South.
Family: Autumn (originally named Roland Weaver at birth) was raised in Bowerstone South where he lived happily with his mother and father in their small house. Unfortunately his father had some gambling issues, and was killed by loan sharks. His mother left Bowerstone soon after, and was never heard from again, presumably having been killed by bandits. He has no brothers or sisters.
Character History: Roland lived with his parents until he was five years old. At that age his father was murdered because of excessive gambling debts. His mother, unable to provide for Roland herself, arranged for the local blacksmith to take him in as a pupil. It wasn't long until a Hero who had come to purchase a sword, felt hidden power within Roland and took him to the Heroes Guild, where he decided he would henceforth be known as "Autumn". At the age of 16, Autumn had proven himself to be exceptionally gifted at magic, as well as displaying a talent for swordfighting.
Personality: Autumn is a calm, easy-going person. He likes taverns, and absolutely hates all forms of religion. In battle, he uses magic to supplement his swordsmanship using spells such as slow time and assassin rush, although he is also capable of using all forms of fire-based spells (not counting Infernal Wrath).
Sample RP:
A voice sounded from behind Autumn, as he sat at the counter in the Bowerstone tavern.
"Oy, yuu there! Yeah yuu, ya ugly mutt!"
Autumn did not bother to turn his head and look at the drunken figure shouting at him, and simply continued drinking his beer.
"Oy, look at meh when oi'm talking to ya," the man said as he grabbed Autumn by the shoulder to pull him from his barstool. Autumn quickly pushed the drunkard back, and replied:
"Don't touch me, you drunken fool! What is it?!"
"Agh, thar's no need fer violunsh! Oi jusht wanted to ask if ya could buy me a drink, ish all!"
"No, I can not. Leave me be," he said before turning back towards the counter.
The drunkard grinned and said:
"Hehe... Well yuu shee... That jusht won't do, will it? Yuu'll buy me a drink, allright. Or would ya rather oi take all of yer gold from ya?"
"Like you could," Autumn replied, without turning to look at the drunkard.
Enraged by Autumn's response and indifference, the drunkard charged towards him. But before the drunkard could land a punch, Autumn turned around and hit him in the face with his beerglass.
The drunken would-be robber stumbled back a few paces, but managed to keep his balance, if only barely. He attacked again, unleashing a rapid flurry of wild but powerful punches, most of which were aimed at Autumn's face. However, Autumn dodged all of them easily by slowing down time, and ended the stream of punches with a single, powerful blow to the stomach.
The drunkard coughed up saliva, and dropped to his knees in pain. Autumn pulled the drunkard's face up, and broke his nose with a straight punch of his right fist.
The drunkard fell unconscious. Autumn checked if he was still breathing, then reclaimed his seat at the counter. He took two coins out of his purse, slamming one of them down before him.
"Another beer, my good man."
Immediately after that he turned around, and threw the other coin to the man he had knocked unconscious less than a minute ago.
"And here. Your next one's on me."