Post by Hyren on Apr 12, 2006 17:12:57 GMT 12
[Name >> Haeris
[Age >> 16
[Gender >> male
[Tribe >> Wildcats
[Rank >> None
[Nationality >> Half Native American
[Politics >> "You whimper, You whine, You beg. But you have yet to have learned. When you think you've learned, and you come back, just to see that you haven't, I'll be here, to hurt you, and tell you this all over again. So go and drag you, and your broken body away. And don't you dare start pulling that maggot weapon you call a gun on me. It's not an honorable way to kill, or die." *grins*
[Romantic orientation >> Bi (In theory)
[Appearance >> Haeris stands at about 6 foot, and laughs at those that are stupid, and has encountered many that are, hence his laughter lines in his face. His eyes warming, in a decietful way. His blade that he carries, always rides on his hip, well, the one that you see does. His black trench coat hangs over his shoulders as if it were a burden. His boots that hide weapons, have metal toes, and bottom. He inserted the metal himself there, so it looks like crap. His hair is always ragedly cut, with his own blade. He doesn't trust any one enough to let them do it.
[Attitude >> Hearis is very blunt. If he doesn't like, you'll be lucky to be drawing your breath the next morn if you are of an opposing tribe. His signature murder, is a thinly cut throat, so that way they drown in their own life essence. He never re-sheaths his blade bloodied. "It cannot be, it will rust." Is crafty, he can make most of the things he needs, though not all. If he can kill you, he mostly likely will, and he'll do it fast, or slow, it all depends on how nice you are. If you shot him, in the past, or before he got to you, Expect to die in a very slow fashion. He won't kill you until he's finished healing. But you'll pain every day. "Guns are for maggot's that can't hold their own." Won't use a gun, unless forced to.
[Notable History >> Was shot, and nearly killed at an early age. Hated guns ever since. Picked up knife fighting as a way to survive. His knives became his friends, and are now his tools. He carries seven (7) at all times with him. Two (2) in his boot's and two (2) on his forearms with the handle's sticking out just enough to grab them. The one (1) that resides on his hip, is the longest of the group, and is 8 inches in blade length. The others range from 4 to 6 inches each. He also has two (2) in shoulder straps (modified gun holsters to hold knives) that he made. These blades are exseptionally sharp, and will penetrate most bullet proof armor (though not if he hit's lead with one of them.) He collected these from killing shop owners and taking the one knife he liked. This was his trend until he got all of the knives he wanted for the time.
He ran away from home, because of him being bi and his parents being homophobic. When he gradually re-entered their lives, he braught his boyfriend home with him one evening, and his father pulled a gun on him. In reaction he killed every one in the family. The gun, he still carries as a reminder as to why to keep under control. This weapon, has no ammo ever, and is kept on a modified shoulder holster that is slung over his back. He has never forgiven himself for that, though, he has long since forgotten remorse over the loss of life.
[Reputation >> Is known for killing out of hate, and fear. His first reaction is normally to kill, then ask questions. If the combatant is equally matched to him, he will generally call it temporary peace, and call a duel on someone else's time. Will accept comands from any one, even if it is begrudgingly. He will only accept orders if they makes sense, so even though, you may tell him to go and kill someone, doesn't mean he will.
[Age >> 16
[Gender >> male
[Tribe >> Wildcats
[Rank >> None
[Nationality >> Half Native American
[Politics >> "You whimper, You whine, You beg. But you have yet to have learned. When you think you've learned, and you come back, just to see that you haven't, I'll be here, to hurt you, and tell you this all over again. So go and drag you, and your broken body away. And don't you dare start pulling that maggot weapon you call a gun on me. It's not an honorable way to kill, or die." *grins*
[Romantic orientation >> Bi (In theory)
[Appearance >> Haeris stands at about 6 foot, and laughs at those that are stupid, and has encountered many that are, hence his laughter lines in his face. His eyes warming, in a decietful way. His blade that he carries, always rides on his hip, well, the one that you see does. His black trench coat hangs over his shoulders as if it were a burden. His boots that hide weapons, have metal toes, and bottom. He inserted the metal himself there, so it looks like crap. His hair is always ragedly cut, with his own blade. He doesn't trust any one enough to let them do it.
[Attitude >> Hearis is very blunt. If he doesn't like, you'll be lucky to be drawing your breath the next morn if you are of an opposing tribe. His signature murder, is a thinly cut throat, so that way they drown in their own life essence. He never re-sheaths his blade bloodied. "It cannot be, it will rust." Is crafty, he can make most of the things he needs, though not all. If he can kill you, he mostly likely will, and he'll do it fast, or slow, it all depends on how nice you are. If you shot him, in the past, or before he got to you, Expect to die in a very slow fashion. He won't kill you until he's finished healing. But you'll pain every day. "Guns are for maggot's that can't hold their own." Won't use a gun, unless forced to.
[Notable History >> Was shot, and nearly killed at an early age. Hated guns ever since. Picked up knife fighting as a way to survive. His knives became his friends, and are now his tools. He carries seven (7) at all times with him. Two (2) in his boot's and two (2) on his forearms with the handle's sticking out just enough to grab them. The one (1) that resides on his hip, is the longest of the group, and is 8 inches in blade length. The others range from 4 to 6 inches each. He also has two (2) in shoulder straps (modified gun holsters to hold knives) that he made. These blades are exseptionally sharp, and will penetrate most bullet proof armor (though not if he hit's lead with one of them.) He collected these from killing shop owners and taking the one knife he liked. This was his trend until he got all of the knives he wanted for the time.
He ran away from home, because of him being bi and his parents being homophobic. When he gradually re-entered their lives, he braught his boyfriend home with him one evening, and his father pulled a gun on him. In reaction he killed every one in the family. The gun, he still carries as a reminder as to why to keep under control. This weapon, has no ammo ever, and is kept on a modified shoulder holster that is slung over his back. He has never forgiven himself for that, though, he has long since forgotten remorse over the loss of life.
[Reputation >> Is known for killing out of hate, and fear. His first reaction is normally to kill, then ask questions. If the combatant is equally matched to him, he will generally call it temporary peace, and call a duel on someone else's time. Will accept comands from any one, even if it is begrudgingly. He will only accept orders if they makes sense, so even though, you may tell him to go and kill someone, doesn't mean he will.
