Post by neroangelozodiark on Jun 22, 2011 7:28:59 GMT -5
Name: Nero Angelo Zodiark
Age: 26
Race: Human
Occupation: Secret Warrior - Assassin
Allegiance: Himself, Chaotic Neutral
Physical Description: Good looking. Tall. Dark haird. Muscular. Blue eyed. fined skinned.
Personality: Arrogant and hot tempered, he is filled with anger for his family's death those 21 years ago. He never lost the values his warrior father taught him about honor and loyalty but seeing as had grown up alone and poor, his ideals sometimes mixed up. He willed charge into battle against 100 men, but in the face of remote even minute closeness with a woman he becomes a shy little child, having never been close with anyone.
History: He was born to a noble family. His Father, Alistar Angelo Zodiark, was a rather well known swordsman, even made his name as a traveling sword for hire. His father always did the more honorable thing.
His father even taught little Nero how to weild not one, but two blades until Alistars untimely death when Nero was 5. Nero ran away from the attacker taking only his fathers swords and the clothes on his back disappearing into the night sky.
When he was 16 he was taken in by a traveling band of assassins, and thieves, getting taught the trade, the skills. He remained with them til he was 18.
When he turned 18 he learned how corrupt they were when that had him raid a village. He refused. They tried to kill Nero, but Nero fought back against the people he once thought as family. In the end he won, but he never forgot what his father taught him.
So now he travels the realm doing good for people, helping them anyway he can.
Roleplaying Sample:
Age: 26
Race: Human
Occupation: Secret Warrior - Assassin
Allegiance: Himself, Chaotic Neutral
Physical Description: Good looking. Tall. Dark haird. Muscular. Blue eyed. fined skinned.
Personality: Arrogant and hot tempered, he is filled with anger for his family's death those 21 years ago. He never lost the values his warrior father taught him about honor and loyalty but seeing as had grown up alone and poor, his ideals sometimes mixed up. He willed charge into battle against 100 men, but in the face of remote even minute closeness with a woman he becomes a shy little child, having never been close with anyone.
History: He was born to a noble family. His Father, Alistar Angelo Zodiark, was a rather well known swordsman, even made his name as a traveling sword for hire. His father always did the more honorable thing.
His father even taught little Nero how to weild not one, but two blades until Alistars untimely death when Nero was 5. Nero ran away from the attacker taking only his fathers swords and the clothes on his back disappearing into the night sky.
When he was 16 he was taken in by a traveling band of assassins, and thieves, getting taught the trade, the skills. He remained with them til he was 18.
When he turned 18 he learned how corrupt they were when that had him raid a village. He refused. They tried to kill Nero, but Nero fought back against the people he once thought as family. In the end he won, but he never forgot what his father taught him.
So now he travels the realm doing good for people, helping them anyway he can.
Roleplaying Sample:
Nero slowly but surely walked his sore body up a steep hill to what it looks like to be an old village. His hair moved in the gloomy windy day as it felt like it was soon going to rain endlessly.
His blue eyes were locked on the gate, his body revolting in protest toward the ideas of walking further, having been running for the last three days ,like a werewolf, from a horde of angry bandits. Who knew stealing from bandits would be such a difficult task?
The night before proved to be the most difficult, the hills were getting closer and the fallen trees thicker as if nature was telling him to stop and face defeat but alas Nero was, as always, too stubborn to give in.
He had finally made the gate as the guard stood nearly inches from Nero face and said, "What is your business here?" his voice was deep, breath smelled like a rotting corpse. Nero scrunched his nose to the smell, resisting the urge to fan away the smell.
"Ah! Well my friend." he said smoothly his charm and merchant skills kicked in in a seconds notice, "I seek an inn and food.."
"Oh do you?" The smug guard laughed, "We don't want your kind in our inns" He grumbled and said, "Filthy street rat."
Nero sighed sadly, "Look.." his demeanor changed, "Let me in. Trust me, you reaaally dont want to mess with me at this point." he paused for dramatic effect, "Oh and freshen your breath, I rather NOT smell what you ate.. 3 months ago."
The guard grunted and tryed to lay a hand on Nero. He aimed a punch toward Nero's face, not carrying that his captain was now at the gate, watching his guardsmen act like a fool.
Nero's second skill as an assassin kicked in as he grab the guard arm pushing it to the side, and countered with a knee t the gut and elbow to the neck. To wathc this happen was a blurof motion, unnatrually fast.
Suddenly the captain walked up to Nero, "Ah thank you.. That guard has been pushing people off for weeks now." The captain said, "You welcome in.. And Hell Ill make sure your stay and dinner are free." he smiled as two guards carried the now knocked out rude guard inside the village walls, "Say what is your name?"
Nero adjusted his armor and weapons and managed a nod, "Thank you sir" he said politely watching the guard being dragged through the mud, "Nero Angelo Zodiark."
