Post by Dr Jackal on Nov 22, 2007 19:35:18 GMT -5
Race:Human
Class: Sorcerer level 15
Gender:Male
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Description:6'1" Black hair Violet eyes 190 - 200lbs blood type AB Wears Black wide brimmed hat, black overcaot, black pants black boots
Abilities: Can create Energy scalpels from his hands, not infinitely, but the few times he can a day is almost always enough =^.^=
Background: He was traumatized as a child by his parents, due to the experience he is a malevolent and psychotically evil man who likes to cut up his victims while they are still alive.
Other Abilities: He is fluent in Common and High speech, Japanese, Elvish,Cellestial, Orc, Giant, Dwarvish, and Greek, Fench, German, and Portuguese.He also speaks in a french accent. He dislikes Moon, and High elves and red or Common dwarves, but is friends with Drow elves, Dreurgar or grey dwarves, Giants, orcs, goblins and the like.
RP SAMPLE:
At first all you see is the usual pre-dawn mist settling down on the surface of the water as the sun climbs ever higher up the horizon..but out of the mist comes a small dinghy. In the dinghy you see a huddled form rowing the boat to the shore, trying to make as little noise as possible. And then out of nowhere there is an enormous explosion that rocks the foundation of the morning, in that brief but intense moment you can see clearly every feature of the lone passenger on the small craft. Large wide-brimmed hat, long black hair, long black coat. What captures your attention is his eyes. They are an unnatural violet color, but that's not the most intriguing quality is the fact that they seem devoid of emotion; despite the huge grin on his face.
The light goes away, but you still see a glowing form in the distance. You slowly realise that it's actually a ship on fire that you see. It is slowly sinking into the shallow waters off the coast, and as the light of the day brightens into full sunrise you see the figure from the dinghy standing on the cliff overlooking the spot where he landed the boat, the lighthouse to his back.
The man looks down at his hand at a drop of blood...
[glow=white,2,400]"Imagine that...all those bodies, all that gore and only one drop... 'c'est la vis'. "[/glow]
As the fire on the sinking ship dies down, he walks towards the large city before him....
