Post by Raskard Delvan on Apr 1, 2008 7:03:37 GMT -5
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Name: Raskard Delvan
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Race: Human (Demon hunter)
History: I don't know where exactly I was born. I don't really know which day it was. I just know that I've got two brothers. We lived in a town where the adults hunt children. Those who were caught were brought away or just killed in front of the others. The dead bodies were left behind. But we three always survived. We were just eight years old... One day they caught my brother Luzius. We, my brother Dolek and I, had to watch how they brought him away. We could hear him telling us to run away. But we ran after the large car. When it stopped we climbed in and pressed our bodies on the wall. After a while, we three were pulled out. We were brothers - That's why we were together. One of us could not live without the other two. We just knew our names. Our father died when we were five. Our mother ... We didn't see her. Then, after a few weeks, we were parted. I never saw them again. Until i was eighteen, i had to stay in that building where i was brought to. These ten years were not very special. Just like a normal life. Just with the difference that this was not a real home. It was that building where parents bring their children if they don't want them anymore.
Well, i left the building. I just took clothings and some money. Then my life as a demon hunter started. I saw how the towns were destroyed by those demons and decided to hunt them. First i got my money by thievery. Then i took small jobs until I had enough to buy weapons. At first i had just two normal guns. Those were enough for vampires and werewolves. Then i bought two guns which looked like normal guns. But the bullets were filled in with radioactive contaminated mercury. Soon i had enough money to buy my third 'gun pair'. I don't use those very often because the bullets cause very big damage.
Of course i got wounded several times. But i didn't die. I just survived because i was lucky. One time i was hidden underneath rubble! But i went on with hunting those demons.
And my brothers... I don't know if they are dead or alive. Dolek and Luzius... I hope that they are alive...
(Note: My RP-Style is in 3. person singular, not the first person.)
Appearance
Body Build: The young man has got a tall body. Some of his muscles are visible. This also goes for his stomach muscles. And he is also slim, bu not weak.
Eye Color: Blue. Just a normal blue. Not too light, not too dark.
Heigth: 1,80 metres. (Ca. 6 inch)
Hair: His hair reaches his shoulders. It is black like the night. But it doesn't look unkempt.
Clothings: His black jacket is nearly always open. It shows his naked stomach. His trousers are also black. Even his shoes are black. They are like hiking shoes. On his cordon, there are special bags for the bullets and the weapons.
Personality
Likes: Demon hunting, a warm room
Hates/dislikes: Alcohol, annoying people
Strength: He has got a great stamina. And he's a quick thinker. Ex: He says " 'Die' as a single number." Then he means: D=4, I=9, E=5. Then you have to add the numbers. Result: 18. He said: a single number. Means: 18 = 1+8 = 9. For ex. this is his hotel room.
Weakness: Sometimes he doesn't get sleep because of nightmares. When he's wounded, he is really weak. He is defenseless then.
Character: If he thinks, you are a stranger, he ignores you. If he hates you, he ignores you, too. He doesn't care if he thinks you are a human. Normally he ignores everyone he doesn't know.
The exceptions are the creatures of the night. He hunts those and kills them. He doesn't know mercy! But there is an exception, too. If his guns tell him that the creature he wanted to kill is pure hearted, he lets that creature go. (Well, his guns simply don't fire on kind hearted persons). He doesn't care about the bad humans. Those who think that other humans have to obey them.
His friends can enjoy his good side. He doesn't use his guns, but they are always with him. Raskard doesn't allow anydemon to come near his friends. He guards them as if they are his own life.
Other:
Extra Details: His six guns don't fire on pure hearted persons. This also goes for demons. The guns simply don't fire - even if they are loaded!
RP-Style:
Direct speech: italics. Example
Thoughts: With '. 'Example. Example!'
Note: I roleplay in third person singular.
RP-Sample: Slowly the young hunter felt how his powers were vanishing. He let himself fall down to the cold, wet ground. The water came through his bandage. Dirt got stuck on it. The hunter didn't really care about his life. The injury made him weaker and weaker. Now he didn't have the powers to get up and walk on. He knew that there will be a grave for him...
He wanted to get some sleep. But his wound didn't let him. The pain kept him awake. The cold water finally reached his skin. The bandage was wet. It was cold, nearly freezing. Then he felt that blood was coming out of his mouth. Raskard didn't move. He knew that he had to save his energy. Maybe he could survive...
Hello? That sweet voice... A woman, alone. The young hunter groaned and tried to get up. 'A shelter... Maybe something that erases the pain...' Stumbling, he moved toward the voice. I am here! But his voice was weak and not very loud. Again he fell down. I am here..., he whispered. The fog was hiding him. He couldn't see anything. Where are you? He spent much of his energy. The woman would find him if he told her where he was. He just had to keep on telling something. Maybe she would find him by his voice.
Rules read: ***I read the rules!***
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Name: Raskard Delvan
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sex: Straight
Race: Human (Demon hunter)
History: I don't know where exactly I was born. I don't really know which day it was. I just know that I've got two brothers. We lived in a town where the adults hunt children. Those who were caught were brought away or just killed in front of the others. The dead bodies were left behind. But we three always survived. We were just eight years old... One day they caught my brother Luzius. We, my brother Dolek and I, had to watch how they brought him away. We could hear him telling us to run away. But we ran after the large car. When it stopped we climbed in and pressed our bodies on the wall. After a while, we three were pulled out. We were brothers - That's why we were together. One of us could not live without the other two. We just knew our names. Our father died when we were five. Our mother ... We didn't see her. Then, after a few weeks, we were parted. I never saw them again. Until i was eighteen, i had to stay in that building where i was brought to. These ten years were not very special. Just like a normal life. Just with the difference that this was not a real home. It was that building where parents bring their children if they don't want them anymore.
Well, i left the building. I just took clothings and some money. Then my life as a demon hunter started. I saw how the towns were destroyed by those demons and decided to hunt them. First i got my money by thievery. Then i took small jobs until I had enough to buy weapons. At first i had just two normal guns. Those were enough for vampires and werewolves. Then i bought two guns which looked like normal guns. But the bullets were filled in with radioactive contaminated mercury. Soon i had enough money to buy my third 'gun pair'. I don't use those very often because the bullets cause very big damage.
Of course i got wounded several times. But i didn't die. I just survived because i was lucky. One time i was hidden underneath rubble! But i went on with hunting those demons.
And my brothers... I don't know if they are dead or alive. Dolek and Luzius... I hope that they are alive...
(Note: My RP-Style is in 3. person singular, not the first person.)
Appearance
Body Build: The young man has got a tall body. Some of his muscles are visible. This also goes for his stomach muscles. And he is also slim, bu not weak.
Eye Color: Blue. Just a normal blue. Not too light, not too dark.
Heigth: 1,80 metres. (Ca. 6 inch)
Hair: His hair reaches his shoulders. It is black like the night. But it doesn't look unkempt.
Clothings: His black jacket is nearly always open. It shows his naked stomach. His trousers are also black. Even his shoes are black. They are like hiking shoes. On his cordon, there are special bags for the bullets and the weapons.
Personality
Likes: Demon hunting, a warm room
Hates/dislikes: Alcohol, annoying people
Strength: He has got a great stamina. And he's a quick thinker. Ex: He says " 'Die' as a single number." Then he means: D=4, I=9, E=5. Then you have to add the numbers. Result: 18. He said: a single number. Means: 18 = 1+8 = 9. For ex. this is his hotel room.
Weakness: Sometimes he doesn't get sleep because of nightmares. When he's wounded, he is really weak. He is defenseless then.
Character: If he thinks, you are a stranger, he ignores you. If he hates you, he ignores you, too. He doesn't care if he thinks you are a human. Normally he ignores everyone he doesn't know.
The exceptions are the creatures of the night. He hunts those and kills them. He doesn't know mercy! But there is an exception, too. If his guns tell him that the creature he wanted to kill is pure hearted, he lets that creature go. (Well, his guns simply don't fire on kind hearted persons). He doesn't care about the bad humans. Those who think that other humans have to obey them.
His friends can enjoy his good side. He doesn't use his guns, but they are always with him. Raskard doesn't allow anydemon to come near his friends. He guards them as if they are his own life.
Other:
Extra Details: His six guns don't fire on pure hearted persons. This also goes for demons. The guns simply don't fire - even if they are loaded!
RP-Style:
Direct speech: italics. Example
Thoughts: With '. 'Example. Example!'
Note: I roleplay in third person singular.
RP-Sample: Slowly the young hunter felt how his powers were vanishing. He let himself fall down to the cold, wet ground. The water came through his bandage. Dirt got stuck on it. The hunter didn't really care about his life. The injury made him weaker and weaker. Now he didn't have the powers to get up and walk on. He knew that there will be a grave for him...
He wanted to get some sleep. But his wound didn't let him. The pain kept him awake. The cold water finally reached his skin. The bandage was wet. It was cold, nearly freezing. Then he felt that blood was coming out of his mouth. Raskard didn't move. He knew that he had to save his energy. Maybe he could survive...
Hello? That sweet voice... A woman, alone. The young hunter groaned and tried to get up. 'A shelter... Maybe something that erases the pain...' Stumbling, he moved toward the voice. I am here! But his voice was weak and not very loud. Again he fell down. I am here..., he whispered. The fog was hiding him. He couldn't see anything. Where are you? He spent much of his energy. The woman would find him if he told her where he was. He just had to keep on telling something. Maybe she would find him by his voice.
Rules read: ***I read the rules!***
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