Post by jt01 on May 11, 2011 4:14:11 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
Ryan von Green
Race
E-Human
Age:
Mid twenties to early thirties
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Big game hunter and amateur cartographer
Class
Marksmen
Species Skill
Jumpstart, +1 combat ability
Organisation:
Currently solo
Alignment
Lawful Good
Home Continent:
MidGAR
Personality:
At first glance, Ryan seems to be a lazy, easygoing individual. Spend enough time with him however, and you might notice something... odd... about him. Foremost is that he can alternate between nihilistic apathy and show distain for even the most revered of things, or zen-like optimism and dispense sage advice and support at the drop of a hat. Indeed many people would guess (and correctly so) that he simply adjusts his attitude to whatever he feels would suit him best.
At the same time however he is very aware of what other people think and feel and will react accordingly to the situation as needed. Ideally he prefers a non-hostile, non-confontational environment. He can be vary snarky and sarcastic if provoked, often outright mocking the individual who is trying to take himself too seriously or acts in a cliche-to-the-point-of-embarissing manner.
In open combat however, he changes drastically. Gone is the lethargy and inactivity, and in its place is a cold, calculating mind. Utterly professional and clinical in his methodology in dealing with attackers, it would seem he has a split personality. This is not the case however, as it is simply a literal lifetime of combat training taking over. People who underestimate him usually end up dead, or worse.
Appearance:
Standing at six foot nine with auburn hair and brown eyes, Ryan stands head and shoulders over most people, to the point where he has developed the habit of hunching over simply to look someone in the eyes. His skin is slightly tanned after spending so much time outdoors, but still retains some of the pale tone that most people posses. Visually he has a handsome if scruffy appearance, his outfits are usually well kept but his his hair is usually unkempt and messy.
Physically he is of the athletic persuasion. Regular exercise and training keep him in top shape at all times, something to be expected form a military brat who engages in regular diet and exercise. His skin is slightly tanned after spending so much time out doors but still retains some of the pale tone that most people posses. He has some markings and scars here and there from various scrapes in combat, including a particularly gruesome scar that runs down the length of his back
Equipment:
The M9 Tyrfrig, based on the Heckler & Koch USP (LINK).
Backpack, containing provisions and food for roughing it. Includes a Kukri survival knife, rope, first aid kid, MAG flashlight, PDA, cellphone, and rebreather.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
Combat maneuvers - Mobility is an essential part of battle, stop moving start dying, as they say. Ducking for cover, dodging and weaving and sprinting are all good ways to avoid getting hit. He gains a 20% decrease in wordcount to avoid or block attacks.
Crack shot - Lots of time and energy has gone into honing Ryan's marksmen ship. Hours of practice both on and off the field, when using a ranged weapon, Ryan's enemies suffer a 20% increase in wordcount to avoid or block attacks.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
Cure - Heals 1 point of damage.
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Summonings are powerful magical spirits that will aid your character in combat. You can't start with any. So leave this blank for now.
Experience
[Leave as blank]
History:
Ryan's childhood was spent much like other children, being formally educated and taught proper standards of behavior and grooming. Unlike (some) other children, he was raised in a military family. Both parents having served in the Force, trained and taught him almost everything they knew from the moment he could walk as a way of "parental bonding."
Training From Hell was, as a direct result of this, only natural.
Ten years later and Ryan was all grown up, and he couldn't wait to to leave home. Things had gotten tense between his family and himself as both parents wanted him to take up the family legacy and serve in the military. Ryan however, simply did not want to commit his life to serving the government just yet, and moved out on his own.
RP sample:
The Jabberwocy is dead, slain by the Vorpal Sword.
Such where the thoughts of the Hatter as he looked down upon the corpse of the great beast. Vorpal Sword on the ground next to it, between the head and the body.
Well.... Crap Thought the Hatter as he stepped around the body, examining it from all angles. Few knew it, but the Jabberwocy was a prophet, and the Vorpal Sword its doom. Its death signed that all was not well with the cosmos. Reaching down he picked the blade off the ground and looked at it closely. A tool of fate if there ever was one. The death of the Jabberwocy is only the start of it all.
He cringed, feeling the tendrils of madness creeping into his mind again. The power of the narrator was fading fast from his mind, soon he would be lost in a sea of insanity. I have to find a way to set the scales right, before all things are undone! Least of all my mind...
Hatter turned and started pacing, thinking as to the reason for the worlds decay. Then laughed at himself. Reason? Reason has no place in Wonderland, logic is eaten for lunch and dinner with a side of peppermint and wood shavings. He blinked at the abstract thought that came unbidden to his mind. Crap...
Note:
This character is REPLACING my other Ryan, please delete that application or whatever works best for you in such situations~
Name:
Ryan von Green
Race
E-Human
Age:
Mid twenties to early thirties
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Big game hunter and amateur cartographer
Class
Marksmen
Species Skill
Jumpstart, +1 combat ability
Organisation:
Currently solo
Alignment
Lawful Good
Home Continent:
MidGAR
Personality:
At first glance, Ryan seems to be a lazy, easygoing individual. Spend enough time with him however, and you might notice something... odd... about him. Foremost is that he can alternate between nihilistic apathy and show distain for even the most revered of things, or zen-like optimism and dispense sage advice and support at the drop of a hat. Indeed many people would guess (and correctly so) that he simply adjusts his attitude to whatever he feels would suit him best.
At the same time however he is very aware of what other people think and feel and will react accordingly to the situation as needed. Ideally he prefers a non-hostile, non-confontational environment. He can be vary snarky and sarcastic if provoked, often outright mocking the individual who is trying to take himself too seriously or acts in a cliche-to-the-point-of-embarissing manner.
In open combat however, he changes drastically. Gone is the lethargy and inactivity, and in its place is a cold, calculating mind. Utterly professional and clinical in his methodology in dealing with attackers, it would seem he has a split personality. This is not the case however, as it is simply a literal lifetime of combat training taking over. People who underestimate him usually end up dead, or worse.
Appearance:
Standing at six foot nine with auburn hair and brown eyes, Ryan stands head and shoulders over most people, to the point where he has developed the habit of hunching over simply to look someone in the eyes. His skin is slightly tanned after spending so much time outdoors, but still retains some of the pale tone that most people posses. Visually he has a handsome if scruffy appearance, his outfits are usually well kept but his his hair is usually unkempt and messy.
Physically he is of the athletic persuasion. Regular exercise and training keep him in top shape at all times, something to be expected form a military brat who engages in regular diet and exercise. His skin is slightly tanned after spending so much time out doors but still retains some of the pale tone that most people posses. He has some markings and scars here and there from various scrapes in combat, including a particularly gruesome scar that runs down the length of his back
Equipment:
The M9 Tyrfrig, based on the Heckler & Koch USP (LINK).
Backpack, containing provisions and food for roughing it. Includes a Kukri survival knife, rope, first aid kid, MAG flashlight, PDA, cellphone, and rebreather.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
Combat maneuvers - Mobility is an essential part of battle, stop moving start dying, as they say. Ducking for cover, dodging and weaving and sprinting are all good ways to avoid getting hit. He gains a 20% decrease in wordcount to avoid or block attacks.
Crack shot - Lots of time and energy has gone into honing Ryan's marksmen ship. Hours of practice both on and off the field, when using a ranged weapon, Ryan's enemies suffer a 20% increase in wordcount to avoid or block attacks.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
Cure - Heals 1 point of damage.
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Summonings are powerful magical spirits that will aid your character in combat. You can't start with any. So leave this blank for now.
Experience
[Leave as blank]
History:
Ryan's childhood was spent much like other children, being formally educated and taught proper standards of behavior and grooming. Unlike (some) other children, he was raised in a military family. Both parents having served in the Force, trained and taught him almost everything they knew from the moment he could walk as a way of "parental bonding."
Training From Hell was, as a direct result of this, only natural.
Ten years later and Ryan was all grown up, and he couldn't wait to to leave home. Things had gotten tense between his family and himself as both parents wanted him to take up the family legacy and serve in the military. Ryan however, simply did not want to commit his life to serving the government just yet, and moved out on his own.
RP sample:
The Jabberwocy is dead, slain by the Vorpal Sword.
Such where the thoughts of the Hatter as he looked down upon the corpse of the great beast. Vorpal Sword on the ground next to it, between the head and the body.
Well.... Crap Thought the Hatter as he stepped around the body, examining it from all angles. Few knew it, but the Jabberwocy was a prophet, and the Vorpal Sword its doom. Its death signed that all was not well with the cosmos. Reaching down he picked the blade off the ground and looked at it closely. A tool of fate if there ever was one. The death of the Jabberwocy is only the start of it all.
He cringed, feeling the tendrils of madness creeping into his mind again. The power of the narrator was fading fast from his mind, soon he would be lost in a sea of insanity. I have to find a way to set the scales right, before all things are undone! Least of all my mind...
Hatter turned and started pacing, thinking as to the reason for the worlds decay. Then laughed at himself. Reason? Reason has no place in Wonderland, logic is eaten for lunch and dinner with a side of peppermint and wood shavings. He blinked at the abstract thought that came unbidden to his mind. Crap...
Note:
This character is REPLACING my other Ryan, please delete that application or whatever works best for you in such situations~
