Ferils was already half way out of the room crawling through the wall again when Keziah and Damien began to talk again, another couple of minutes later, he arrived back outside, panting.
"Damien has ordered me to tell you to wait here, until he calls for you.." Thank you Ferils, now go, rest. And with that Ferils dissapeered and Ares sat, waiting for that call.
It's a long sheet, but I was bored and wanted to make something detailed.
Name: Leopold Bedath
Race: Human
Faction: Leopold lacks any alliance to speak of, he helps those who need helping. This natural kindness means he would willingly fight against a large army to save a small business, which is a good display of his lack of survival skills.
Chronological Age: 19
Fighting Style: With a lack of formal training, Leopold has decided to fight dirty. Prone to punching, or even stabbing a foes in the groin. He is known to throw dust into people's eyes to allow for a finishing blow later on.
Appearance: Standing at 5'2 with very little muscle mass, Leopold is a rather weak man. He is far from the body builders seen magazines but he is in fact very attractive, though not something to drool over. His skin could be described as semi-tan, the words clean and scar free also could be used to explain his flesh. His hair is long, frequently washed and has been dyed green using a wide assortment of wild plant pigments. His green eyes have a piercing stare, probably the most intimidating thing about this young man.
He wears an oddly designed plate suit with chain mail rings under the primary guarding, these sheets of plate do not guard the joints to allow for quicker movement. The plate and the rings have been painted green to match his hair and eyes, along with the silk cloth worn under the armor.
Weapons:Cirrus [http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/rubies/8136-main.jpg] - A meduim sized spear gifted to him after dealing with an issue involving bandits, the weapon is made of solid titanium which basically makes it unbreakable. It is said to be magic, this is little more then bullshit. Other then its powerful makeup the weapon is very average, lacking any form of magic augmentation whatsoever.
Freefire [http://www.1800hart.com/blog/wp-content/Crossbows_Belgian_Crossbow_Pistol__DX1233_1110.jpg] - A prototype weapon stolen from a Rogwell development team, Freefire borders on what is legal for civilian use. It's compact size allows for this crossbow to remain concealed, but still deliver the deadly sting of a metal bolt. It is mostly metal, however it does have a wooden handle.
Dust - As its name might suggest, Dust is a blinding weapon used for nothing more then quick getaways. The chemical composition is an odd combination of various spices, making it effective for blinding while remaining eatable.
Magic: Leopold has mastered two form of magic, both of which are more of self-enchantments rather then offensive skills. One of which is a short distance teleportatoin spell, the maximum range being about twenty feet. The other allows for the tracking of magical energies, allowing for him to seek out a certain target in a crowd.
[HEADING=1]Good Living and Bad Fighting[/HEADING]
Born to an upper class family living on the Rogwell/Glaivestone border, Leopold never had any alliance to either side in their on going conflict. His life was rather lavish and content, but never able to satisfy his want for excitement. He would go to plays and shows, none of this ever caught his attention much like the tales of freelance adventurers. He would often sneak off into the markets to listen to old retired explorers tell tales of their adventures. He would spends weeks writing his own stories, planning to live them out as he got older. His parents were worried about his odd fascination, but they were happy that he had found something that caught his interest.
By the time he was thirteen he was trying to talk his parents into letting him go out on his own adventures, not having any success on his own. Later he realized that he needed to runaway to live a life of excitement, and so he did. In the middle of the night while his parents he left, leaving a note on his bed on why he ran away. While on the run he spent a good deal of time with freelance mercenaries, training him in a wide variety of fighting styles. Only one these arts managed to stick with him, one of the older trainers was a man who called himself Rasputin, who was giving the nickname after surviving being stabbed twenty times. Rasputin taught him how to fight in what he presumed was proper, fighting without honor.
By the time he was fifteen he had learned all he could from Rasputin and his allies, leaving them with a head full of dyed hair. During the last day's he had spent with the group he stole a weapon known as Freefire, growing an attachment to the killing tool. While on his solo travels he received the knowledge on how to make an efficient blinding tool. Now on his own he realized something, he had no back up.
This lack of an army led him to start practicing magic, however only two spells. Mastering these abilities was far harder then he thought it would be, because of his tendency to be careless he would often find himself in issues caused by his magic. At one time he almost was forced to go prison after teleporting inside of a palace, until they realized that it would be impossible to imprison a man who could teleport. He was instead sent off to result a dispute with some thieves, upon their capture he was rewarded with his freedom and the spear, Cirrus.
Now that he is nineteen he has no general direction to go in, figuring just go with the flow and help those in need. He has kept his constant want to help people in need ever since he was thirteen, even though his habit to stab people in the groin never left.
Notes: Lepold is accident prone, often activating his magic by accident. This has resulted in some awkward situations involving his teleporting ability.
It's a long sheet, but I was bored and wanted to make something detailed.
Name: Leopold Bedath
Race: Human
Faction: Leopold lacks any alliance to speak of, he helps those who need helping. This natural kindness means he would willingly fight against a large army to save a small business, which is a good display of his lack of survival skills.
Chronological Age: 19
Fighting Style: With a lack of formal training, Leopold has decided to fight dirty. Prone to punching, or even stabbing a foes in the groin. He is known to throw dust into people's eyes to allow for a finishing blow later on.
Appearance: Standing at 5'2 with very little muscle mass, Leopold is a rather weak man. He is far from the body builders seen magazines but he is in fact very attractive, though not something to drool over. His skin could be described as semi-tan, the words clean and scar free also could be used to explain his flesh. His hair is long, frequently washed and has been dyed green using a wide assortment of wild plant pigments. His green eyes have a piercing stare, probably the most intimidating thing about this young man.
He wears an oddly designed plate suit with chain mail rings under the primary guarding, these sheets of plate do not guard the joints to allow for quicker movement. The plate and the rings have been painted green to match his hair and eyes, along with the silk cloth worn under the armor.
Weapons:Cirrus [http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/rubies/8136-main.jpg] - A meduim sized spear gifted to him after dealing with an issue involving bandits, the weapon is made of solid titanium which basically makes it unbreakable. It is said to be magic, this is little more then bullshit. Other then its powerful makeup the weapon is very average, lacking any form of magic augmentation whatsoever.
Freefire [http://www.1800hart.com/blog/wp-content/Crossbows_Belgian_Crossbow_Pistol__DX1233_1110.jpg] - A prototype weapon stolen from a Rogwell development team, Freefire borders on what is legal for civilian use. It's compact size allows for this crossbow to remain concealed, but still deliver the deadly sting of a metal bolt. It is mostly metal, however it does have a wooden handle.
Dust - As its name might suggest, Dust is a blinding weapon used for nothing more then quick getaways. The chemical composition is an odd combination of various spices, making it effective for blinding while remaining eatable.
Magic: Leopold has mastered two form of magic, both of which are more of self-enchantments rather then offensive skills. One of which is a short distance teleportatoin spell, the maximum range being about twenty feet. The other allows for the tracking of magical energies, allowing for him to seek out a certain target in a crowd.
[HEADING=1]Good Living and Bad Fighting[/HEADING]
Born to an upper class family living on the Rogwell/Glaivestone border, Leopold never had any alliance to either side in their on going conflict. His life was rather lavish and content, but never able to satisfy his want for excitement. He would go to plays and shows, none of this ever caught his attention much like the tales of freelance adventurers. He would often sneak off into the markets to listen to old retired explorers tell tales of their adventures. He would spends weeks writing his own stories, planning to live them out as he got older. His parents were worried about his odd fascination, but they were happy that he had found something that caught his interest.
By the time he was thirteen he was trying to talk his parents into letting him go out on his own adventures, not having any success on his own. Later he realized that he needed to runaway to live a life of excitement, and so he did. In the middle of the night while his parents he left, leaving a note on his bed on why he ran away. While on the run he spent a good deal of time with freelance mercenaries, training him in a wide variety of fighting styles. Only one these arts managed to stick with him, one of the older trainers was a man who called himself Rasputin, who was giving the nickname after surviving being stabbed twenty times. Rasputin taught him how to fight in what he presumed was proper, fighting without honor.
By the time he was fifteen he had learned all he could from Rasputin and his allies, leaving them with a head full of dyed hair. During the last day's he had spent with the group he stole a weapon known as Freefire, growing an attachment to the killing tool. While on his solo travels he received the knowledge on how to make an efficient blinding tool. Now on his own he realized something, he had no back up.
This lack of an army led him to start practicing magic, however only two spells. Mastering these abilities was far harder then he thought it would be, because of his tendency to be careless he would often find himself in issues caused by his magic. At one time he almost was forced to go prison after teleporting inside of a palace, until they realized that it would be impossible to imprison a man who could teleport. He was instead sent off to result a dispute with some thieves, upon their capture he was rewarded with his freedom and the spear, Cirrus.
Now that he is nineteen he has no general direction to go in, figuring just go with the flow and help those in need. He has kept his constant want to help people in need ever since he was thirteen, even though his habit to stab people in the groin never left.
Notes: Lepold is accident prone, often activating his magic by accident. This has resulted in some awkward situations involving his teleporting ability.
Actually it's an expansion of a character I am using for a currently moving RP, "The Castle". The bio is basically doubled along with his appearance and weaponry description. But I kept the basic 'Rebellious youngster on a quest for adventure' aspect.
Sorry guys, I was snowboarding today. getting right down to it.
Damien tilted his head slightly to one side. "Then why conceal them? Arrows are never concealed easily, and it is not worth the time. And no Keziah, I would not bring a weapon. I would rather use magic, suprise the opponent."
"See, that's what I would have done against anyone else, but you did something to the magic with that sword last time we met."
Keziah sighed, looking back to the ground again. "If you saw they were armed straight away, you may have attacked on sight. I don't want to get into another battle with you."
Gah, I hadn't planned on the arrows being concealed originally.
Keziah shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them again and looked at Damien.
"We shall take you back into Zenoth. Using my illusionary magic I shall create the impression that you have been restrained, so we will be able to bring you back in without any problems. Once inside, you "escape" and knock the three of us out, then take out whatever you think you can before leaving. We will remain there, pretending to ally with Rogwell but instead causing damage from the inside."
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