Post by Vash on Apr 14, 2010 22:32:37 GMT -5
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Name: Vash
Nickname: Merc, Mercenary, usual names a man of his profession has.
How Old They Look: Late twenties
Real Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human, a touch of the demonic.
Eyes: Medium Grey
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin: White
Height: 6’0
Weight: 170lbs
Appearance: Vash travels with a tan cloak that has had the arms torn off. His trousers a light blue and his Tunic white almost untouched by his travels. A belt holding a bag of coins, a small sheathed dagger and a pouch full of crushed peppers .His hands and feet are wrapped in bandages. His hair is shaggy and hangs just below his ear constantly in his eyes. A light scare runs from just under his left ear over the bridge of his nose and stops under his left eye. A few other barely noticeable scares are etched into his flesh. He is tall and of medium build, His muscles are refined but not overly built. He has a biblical phrase tattooed on his arm “I am the alpha and the Omega the beginning and the end”. His other arm is plain other than white scar tissue. A thick bladed two hand sword hangs on his back covered with a cloth. Most whom have seen the blade now lay on the road side or in a ditch. His personality tends to drive him away from his looks and more onto his travels so often time’s clothes will be wrinkled and torn.
…The Me You Want To Know…
Personality: Generally not the sort who socializes with most of the people. He's been drawn into a shell that protects his thoughs and feelings from all. He doesn't open up. Depending on his mood he can be talkative or silent. Most of the time he doesn't talk.
History: Vash’s History has been bathed in blood in gore for most of his life. Being sent off at the age of eight to a small castle in the countryside, so that hopefully he could become a page. He arrived unknown to him at the time to a castle about to be under siege. Taken in immediately by a Knight, Sir William the Lazy, he was set out to work. From fetching slippers to finding Williams sword to most anything could be a chore and almost everything was. Month into his stay and an army was already at the door step. Everyone was stuffed into the tiny castle. Most women and children had fled but those who remained were helping set up the ramparts. Arrows were fletched swords were produced armor was repaired. The old, women, children and the sick were pushed into training. On the final day of the siege the walls were breached. His memory was hazy after that. He wound up with the attacking force taken on as a page to the knight who commanded the assault. He felt no loss of love when he looked back to watch the castle burn down to the ground. He endured many years of Training, and quickly rose to the title of knight. He vanished shortly after making knight. Acting as a mercenary his travels took him to exotic places and to hellish nightmares.
Magic: Tends to show demonic abilities.
Other Facts: From some of his work his dreams have become tainted, and twisted. Often his sleep is restless. His past work drove him from his homeland. With enough travel to quench his thirst he looks for a new place to call his own.
…A Bit About Me…
Likes: He has a fine taste for wine, ale and anything strong enough to knock him down for the night.
Dislikes: Sleep, Nobles and The demonic.
Hates: Royal Nobles, talkative lunes, and those who go against his faith.
Loves: Hunting, sparing, and taverns.
Relationships: -
Thraed/Threads: Still free for any
…The Me You Know…
[/color]Name: Vash
Nickname: Merc, Mercenary, usual names a man of his profession has.
How Old They Look: Late twenties
Real Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human, a touch of the demonic.
…The Me You See…
Eyes: Medium Grey
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin: White
Height: 6’0
Weight: 170lbs
Appearance: Vash travels with a tan cloak that has had the arms torn off. His trousers a light blue and his Tunic white almost untouched by his travels. A belt holding a bag of coins, a small sheathed dagger and a pouch full of crushed peppers .His hands and feet are wrapped in bandages. His hair is shaggy and hangs just below his ear constantly in his eyes. A light scare runs from just under his left ear over the bridge of his nose and stops under his left eye. A few other barely noticeable scares are etched into his flesh. He is tall and of medium build, His muscles are refined but not overly built. He has a biblical phrase tattooed on his arm “I am the alpha and the Omega the beginning and the end”. His other arm is plain other than white scar tissue. A thick bladed two hand sword hangs on his back covered with a cloth. Most whom have seen the blade now lay on the road side or in a ditch. His personality tends to drive him away from his looks and more onto his travels so often time’s clothes will be wrinkled and torn.
…The Me You Want To Know…
Personality: Generally not the sort who socializes with most of the people. He's been drawn into a shell that protects his thoughs and feelings from all. He doesn't open up. Depending on his mood he can be talkative or silent. Most of the time he doesn't talk.
History: Vash’s History has been bathed in blood in gore for most of his life. Being sent off at the age of eight to a small castle in the countryside, so that hopefully he could become a page. He arrived unknown to him at the time to a castle about to be under siege. Taken in immediately by a Knight, Sir William the Lazy, he was set out to work. From fetching slippers to finding Williams sword to most anything could be a chore and almost everything was. Month into his stay and an army was already at the door step. Everyone was stuffed into the tiny castle. Most women and children had fled but those who remained were helping set up the ramparts. Arrows were fletched swords were produced armor was repaired. The old, women, children and the sick were pushed into training. On the final day of the siege the walls were breached. His memory was hazy after that. He wound up with the attacking force taken on as a page to the knight who commanded the assault. He felt no loss of love when he looked back to watch the castle burn down to the ground. He endured many years of Training, and quickly rose to the title of knight. He vanished shortly after making knight. Acting as a mercenary his travels took him to exotic places and to hellish nightmares.
Magic: Tends to show demonic abilities.
Other Facts: From some of his work his dreams have become tainted, and twisted. Often his sleep is restless. His past work drove him from his homeland. With enough travel to quench his thirst he looks for a new place to call his own.
…A Bit About Me…
Likes: He has a fine taste for wine, ale and anything strong enough to knock him down for the night.
Dislikes: Sleep, Nobles and The demonic.
Hates: Royal Nobles, talkative lunes, and those who go against his faith.
Loves: Hunting, sparing, and taverns.
Relationships: -
Thraed/Threads: Still free for any
