Post by donkuinochi on Oct 23, 2008 23:45:14 GMT -5
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Name: Dylan
Also know as: Rainwind; Barefoot knives
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Natural black hair tied into a hip long pony tail w/ three (yellow, red, and black) beads braided into his right bangs.
Clothes: Misty blue cotton drapes over his chest, cutting off just over the naval, held together by four silver studs at the neck; Blue leather skirt, held on by a black, silver buckled, belt. underneath, a silky white desert skirt that cut off at the knees; two plated leg warmers from the shin to the ankle. A black leather sheath strung over his back carries his claymore.
Personality: Self assured, calm and collected during serious time, when necessary. However, when he unwinds, he can be the loudest, most optimistic man in the pub. He is witty, and poetic, and never misses a chance to boast off his vocabulary, he is one to provoke his enemies into hastey actions and abuse his agile nature and crushing strength to finish off his foes. He's the type to stop by another's mess and help clean without need of even thanks. His childish behavior, and self assured recklessness for his own safety diminish when he must protect others.
History: Grown in the woodland mountains, where storm and cloud always covered the sky and land in rain, Dylan was raised with the shamanic tribes of his homeland. Although he differed in opinions and even ideals from the shamans, he took in all the lessons his mentors taught him. On his own time, he would practice swordsmanship with fallen tree limbs and fantisized being a glorious knight, or dragon slaying hero. When his natural talents of manipulating the weather grow unstable upon returning to finding his most beloved mentor dead in his bed, a raging lightning storm had demolished the rest of his tribe without mercy. At the age of 13 he gathered together his belongings, in the aftermath of his rage, and hid in the wilderness to hone his rage and emotions, alongside strength and fighting skills. He has never once worn shoes or any cover for his feet, to stay better attuned to nature, and thus had been named Barefoot knives in combat after slaying a renegade bear attacked a cottage village.
Weapons: Master of Tai Chi and treats his weapons as extensions of the body, he fights with whatever he can get his hands on. Though he carries a 3' claymore on his back, he rarely uses it in sqaubbles with others.
Extras: He is very melodic, and can pick up playing a new instrument rather quickly. He has also dabbled in telekinetic warfare, and can communicate with animals to a small degree. He is bisexual.
Name: Dylan
Also know as: Rainwind; Barefoot knives
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Natural black hair tied into a hip long pony tail w/ three (yellow, red, and black) beads braided into his right bangs.
Clothes: Misty blue cotton drapes over his chest, cutting off just over the naval, held together by four silver studs at the neck; Blue leather skirt, held on by a black, silver buckled, belt. underneath, a silky white desert skirt that cut off at the knees; two plated leg warmers from the shin to the ankle. A black leather sheath strung over his back carries his claymore.
Personality: Self assured, calm and collected during serious time, when necessary. However, when he unwinds, he can be the loudest, most optimistic man in the pub. He is witty, and poetic, and never misses a chance to boast off his vocabulary, he is one to provoke his enemies into hastey actions and abuse his agile nature and crushing strength to finish off his foes. He's the type to stop by another's mess and help clean without need of even thanks. His childish behavior, and self assured recklessness for his own safety diminish when he must protect others.
History: Grown in the woodland mountains, where storm and cloud always covered the sky and land in rain, Dylan was raised with the shamanic tribes of his homeland. Although he differed in opinions and even ideals from the shamans, he took in all the lessons his mentors taught him. On his own time, he would practice swordsmanship with fallen tree limbs and fantisized being a glorious knight, or dragon slaying hero. When his natural talents of manipulating the weather grow unstable upon returning to finding his most beloved mentor dead in his bed, a raging lightning storm had demolished the rest of his tribe without mercy. At the age of 13 he gathered together his belongings, in the aftermath of his rage, and hid in the wilderness to hone his rage and emotions, alongside strength and fighting skills. He has never once worn shoes or any cover for his feet, to stay better attuned to nature, and thus had been named Barefoot knives in combat after slaying a renegade bear attacked a cottage village.
Weapons: Master of Tai Chi and treats his weapons as extensions of the body, he fights with whatever he can get his hands on. Though he carries a 3' claymore on his back, he rarely uses it in sqaubbles with others.
Extras: He is very melodic, and can pick up playing a new instrument rather quickly. He has also dabbled in telekinetic warfare, and can communicate with animals to a small degree. He is bisexual.