Post by Avendin on Aug 22, 2008 19:55:45 GMT -5
Name: Avendin
Alias: Aven
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nation: Malik
Occupation: Mercenary
Class: Ranger
Height: 5ft 11
Weight: 205lbs
Hair: Fairly short, except the back which is a small ponytail, brown
Eyes: Brown
Appearance: Unless he's meeting with someone fairly important, he's usually a bit of a mess. Its rare that he ever shaves so he facial hair is well grown and unkept. Though actually this seems to add to his rough-charm. He looks pretty tough, and almost barbaric though this is expected considering most of his time is spent in the wilderness anyways. He is well built, having trained quite a lot in recent years.
Personality: Many call him cruel, many call him kind. Its a mixed message when it comes to Aven as he seems to be mean to even his closest allies. Perhaps its his way of showing perfection, only the gods know. While he is usually optimistic, or sometimes saddistic, should someone cross him, he lets out a temper that is raging to say the least. And he tries to be a man or morals but sometimes he really doesn't giving a flying hoot about detaching someone's neck from their shoulders.
Clothing: Doesn't have a change of clothes, uses only his armor.
Weapons: One-handed broadsword, throwing daggers
Armor: Leather armor with steel-scale breastplate and greaves, no helm
Items: Healing herbs, a bone flask full of water, a bone flask full of rum
Background: Known across Malik, not for his skills, not for his bravery, and most certainly not for any chivalrous acts. No, he is known for his recklessness and at times, lack of intelligence. He charges into fights carelessly, when he's not the one causing the fight. Though in no way is he unskilled, he is a feared mercenary who gets the job done... usually. Though he makes for a poor assassin, he is one of the best bodyguard mercenaries as he has protected some of the highest ranked officials of Malik in the past from Kei spies... Though because of what condition he left their homes in from fighting off such spies, they won't be employing him a second time, even at the cost of their lives.
History: Though actually born in Kei, he considers himself of the Paradise Isle. Strange considering both his parents were killed during Malik's conquest. He was raised by an old innkeeper in his early years, but after the inkeeper died, he became a rather reckless adolescent. Soon enough he joined fighting arenas and got his obsession for causing trouble easy enough. As an adult, he made a fair amount of money being a skilled warrior for hire, though he usually wastes most of the money he earns on what the gods only know.
Overall Description: Mercenary is what runs in his blood, when its not spilling out of him. He has a knack for getting into trouble, or to be more percise, for causing it. Born in Kei though claiming Malik citizenship, Aven strives to be the greatest warrior in the world. This of course involves knocking off some people's heads, which he does gladly. He is a terrible assassin, but is a great bodyguard for those who can afford his price. While he is human, he knows quite a few feline in the Malik capital who he calls friend, and who call him pest. Through some strange relationship with them, he manages to get through life in Malik with ease.
Sample Post:
"Unacceptable!" Tar'Shar snapped as he crossed his arms, hissing the the human as he glared down at the half ruined armor. It was iron armor that was fairly trashed, especially at the bottom where many iron plated with broken into shards.
"Why not? It just needs a bit of work! C'mon, do you know the trouble I had to get this armor off the body?" Aven said with a grin as he looked at the feline merchant. He crossed his arms as well and impersonated Tar'Shar's facial expression.
"Very funny. However this... most definite collector's item will not sell here." The feline said and took a step back from the counter, shaking his head.
"Collector's item?" Aven asked bewildered, though a bit excited.
"Yes. Who in their right mind would want that? It has to be for an acquired taste, I'm sure." Tar'Shar with, smirking as he chuckled a bit. Avendin frowned and grabbed the armor, bringing it with him as he headed for the shop exit.
"Thanks for nothing cat!" Aven shouted back at the merchant.
"You're welcome, human." Tar'Shar called back, shaking his head as the mercenary left, laughing to himself. Amusing human, if not rude.
*Admin Approved*
Alias: Aven
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nation: Malik
Occupation: Mercenary
Class: Ranger
Height: 5ft 11
Weight: 205lbs
Hair: Fairly short, except the back which is a small ponytail, brown
Eyes: Brown
Appearance: Unless he's meeting with someone fairly important, he's usually a bit of a mess. Its rare that he ever shaves so he facial hair is well grown and unkept. Though actually this seems to add to his rough-charm. He looks pretty tough, and almost barbaric though this is expected considering most of his time is spent in the wilderness anyways. He is well built, having trained quite a lot in recent years.
Personality: Many call him cruel, many call him kind. Its a mixed message when it comes to Aven as he seems to be mean to even his closest allies. Perhaps its his way of showing perfection, only the gods know. While he is usually optimistic, or sometimes saddistic, should someone cross him, he lets out a temper that is raging to say the least. And he tries to be a man or morals but sometimes he really doesn't giving a flying hoot about detaching someone's neck from their shoulders.
Clothing: Doesn't have a change of clothes, uses only his armor.
Weapons: One-handed broadsword, throwing daggers
Armor: Leather armor with steel-scale breastplate and greaves, no helm
Items: Healing herbs, a bone flask full of water, a bone flask full of rum
Background: Known across Malik, not for his skills, not for his bravery, and most certainly not for any chivalrous acts. No, he is known for his recklessness and at times, lack of intelligence. He charges into fights carelessly, when he's not the one causing the fight. Though in no way is he unskilled, he is a feared mercenary who gets the job done... usually. Though he makes for a poor assassin, he is one of the best bodyguard mercenaries as he has protected some of the highest ranked officials of Malik in the past from Kei spies... Though because of what condition he left their homes in from fighting off such spies, they won't be employing him a second time, even at the cost of their lives.
History: Though actually born in Kei, he considers himself of the Paradise Isle. Strange considering both his parents were killed during Malik's conquest. He was raised by an old innkeeper in his early years, but after the inkeeper died, he became a rather reckless adolescent. Soon enough he joined fighting arenas and got his obsession for causing trouble easy enough. As an adult, he made a fair amount of money being a skilled warrior for hire, though he usually wastes most of the money he earns on what the gods only know.
Overall Description: Mercenary is what runs in his blood, when its not spilling out of him. He has a knack for getting into trouble, or to be more percise, for causing it. Born in Kei though claiming Malik citizenship, Aven strives to be the greatest warrior in the world. This of course involves knocking off some people's heads, which he does gladly. He is a terrible assassin, but is a great bodyguard for those who can afford his price. While he is human, he knows quite a few feline in the Malik capital who he calls friend, and who call him pest. Through some strange relationship with them, he manages to get through life in Malik with ease.
Sample Post:
"Unacceptable!" Tar'Shar snapped as he crossed his arms, hissing the the human as he glared down at the half ruined armor. It was iron armor that was fairly trashed, especially at the bottom where many iron plated with broken into shards.
"Why not? It just needs a bit of work! C'mon, do you know the trouble I had to get this armor off the body?" Aven said with a grin as he looked at the feline merchant. He crossed his arms as well and impersonated Tar'Shar's facial expression.
"Very funny. However this... most definite collector's item will not sell here." The feline said and took a step back from the counter, shaking his head.
"Collector's item?" Aven asked bewildered, though a bit excited.
"Yes. Who in their right mind would want that? It has to be for an acquired taste, I'm sure." Tar'Shar with, smirking as he chuckled a bit. Avendin frowned and grabbed the armor, bringing it with him as he headed for the shop exit.
"Thanks for nothing cat!" Aven shouted back at the merchant.
"You're welcome, human." Tar'Shar called back, shaking his head as the mercenary left, laughing to himself. Amusing human, if not rude.
*Admin Approved*