Post by Beta 112 on Mar 3, 2009 4:23:33 GMT -5
Name: Rellik ‘Torn’ Lazurus
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Demon
Status: Alone
Appearance: Two long scars run down his back, mark from having his wings torn from him. A small tattoo on his left arm.
Personality: Rellik is a very angry person. 90% of all of his relations generally follow these steps: Introduction-Disagreement-Shouting-Bloodbath. However, despite the fact that he has his own blast radius, he will not kill for pointless reasons, or even minor to moderate annoyance.
Simply because Rellik is arrogant, pugnacious, and opinionated, most people will find that they will be the one’s drawing on him. Because Rellik is used to getting shot at a lot he is very defensive and gets angered and hostile easily. Rellik is one of the people that doesn’t know his own strength, that includes both underestimation and over estimation.
Even though Rellik is prone to mood swings and erratic fits of violence, there is one emotion he does not easily succumb to: sadness. Rellik tends to convert all of his sorrow and disappointment directly into anger, and then into violence.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: Rellik carries few weapons, in an attempt to keep his weight down and versatility and speed up. Rellik’s favorite and best weapon is a single saber, nothing really special about it, though it can absorb both magical and physical blows.
His second weapon is a eight shot revolver, this one his highly decorated, and operates on a break action reload. It fires magnum shells, meaning that while they are still standard 45 caliber bullets, the shells length gives an extra punch. He wears it on a shoulder holster on the left side of his chest. Also, it is important to note that these shells will penetrate most body armor. (Ah. When Kevlar fails us…)
His final weapon is usually employed mid fight as a trump card in sticky situations. Right next to his pistol holster is a set of small sheaths, five in total, each of them containing a small throwing knife. Euro-style.
History: Rellik here has a violent and depressing past. The best place to start is with what started out as a father attempting to show his son that he was still the better fighter.
Relliks father had long since grown jealous of his sons power and skill on the battle field. Rellik had noticed this and had grown overconfident. After a simple statement that made Rellik's father feel as though his son thought himself superior Rellik's father challenged his son to a duel, in an attempt to show his son who was boss.
Rellik’s father could not beat his son., not without treating it as a real fight. Eventually he began to make blows that was aimed to kill, though Rellik was slow to catch on and was rather enjoying the bout with his father.
Eventually Relliks father pinned him, holding his young son by his wings, and holding him down with a foot on his back. His father had gotten far into the fight and was enraged at his son for being so skilled. He told his son to beg for his life, if he did so he would not tear these heathen wings from his spine.
Rellik's pride as a warrior would allow no such thing, and he refused. Slowly and painfully Rellik screamed helplessly as his father tore the wings from his back. He was cast aside, whimpering with pain, blood pooling at his fathers feet.
His father began to leave, but Rellik was not dead, or unconscious, or even unable to fight. And he stood, turning to face his father, whom turned back astonished. Rellik slaughtered his father, and then turned to his family, who were looking on, speechless. He asked them why they had not helped them, not seen that his father was mad and stopped him from taking his wings from him.
Nothing was said. Rellik killed everyone. No one able to stop him or get away.
Ever since that day Rellik has wandered as the demon with his wings and mobility torn from him.
Other: Rellik is most find of shy people, preferring people who won’t force their ways upon him. Unfortunately because of his nature he will be lucky to find one of these people who will not run from hi,
Theme Song: The Heretic Anthem - Slipknot
Roleplay Sample:
Rellik wound the long cloth around his arm. Already blood was soaking it, groaning in discontent, Rellik tied the bandage off. He tore the remainder off with his teeth, glaring around as he did so. Not that there was anyone to glare at, unless you counted bodies.
So I am to exploited now? Well they paid with their lives for that one. Rellik had been asked to help a group of demons plunder a town, needless to say, for a cut of the profits. Of course the fools turned on him and next thing Rellik knew there was half a clan trying to kill him. Of course Rellik had survived, but that last one was good, having cut his forearm so deeply.
He pulled his sleeve back over the wound, giving another angry groan as he did so. Now he had to leave soon, the other half of the clan would try to avenge their slain brothers, and Rellik had no desire to get cut again. He had rather liked this area, silent, small villages, not too many power freaks out here. Rellik had wondered if maybe he would stay here, make his living here, in this quiet place away from despising eyes that hated the wingless demon and wing tearing fathers.
He looked at the sky “well good bye potential home, hope you burn in hell…”
((OOC: Finished, also I would like to say that this kind of Rp, or even writing is relatively new to me. I am used to shoot-em'-up style military/science fiction. So if I do seem to step a bit out of setting in advance: Forgive!))
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Demon
Status: Alone
Appearance: Two long scars run down his back, mark from having his wings torn from him. A small tattoo on his left arm.
Personality: Rellik is a very angry person. 90% of all of his relations generally follow these steps: Introduction-Disagreement-Shouting-Bloodbath. However, despite the fact that he has his own blast radius, he will not kill for pointless reasons, or even minor to moderate annoyance.
Simply because Rellik is arrogant, pugnacious, and opinionated, most people will find that they will be the one’s drawing on him. Because Rellik is used to getting shot at a lot he is very defensive and gets angered and hostile easily. Rellik is one of the people that doesn’t know his own strength, that includes both underestimation and over estimation.
Even though Rellik is prone to mood swings and erratic fits of violence, there is one emotion he does not easily succumb to: sadness. Rellik tends to convert all of his sorrow and disappointment directly into anger, and then into violence.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: Rellik carries few weapons, in an attempt to keep his weight down and versatility and speed up. Rellik’s favorite and best weapon is a single saber, nothing really special about it, though it can absorb both magical and physical blows.
His second weapon is a eight shot revolver, this one his highly decorated, and operates on a break action reload. It fires magnum shells, meaning that while they are still standard 45 caliber bullets, the shells length gives an extra punch. He wears it on a shoulder holster on the left side of his chest. Also, it is important to note that these shells will penetrate most body armor. (Ah. When Kevlar fails us…)
His final weapon is usually employed mid fight as a trump card in sticky situations. Right next to his pistol holster is a set of small sheaths, five in total, each of them containing a small throwing knife. Euro-style.
History: Rellik here has a violent and depressing past. The best place to start is with what started out as a father attempting to show his son that he was still the better fighter.
Relliks father had long since grown jealous of his sons power and skill on the battle field. Rellik had noticed this and had grown overconfident. After a simple statement that made Rellik's father feel as though his son thought himself superior Rellik's father challenged his son to a duel, in an attempt to show his son who was boss.
Rellik’s father could not beat his son., not without treating it as a real fight. Eventually he began to make blows that was aimed to kill, though Rellik was slow to catch on and was rather enjoying the bout with his father.
Eventually Relliks father pinned him, holding his young son by his wings, and holding him down with a foot on his back. His father had gotten far into the fight and was enraged at his son for being so skilled. He told his son to beg for his life, if he did so he would not tear these heathen wings from his spine.
Rellik's pride as a warrior would allow no such thing, and he refused. Slowly and painfully Rellik screamed helplessly as his father tore the wings from his back. He was cast aside, whimpering with pain, blood pooling at his fathers feet.
His father began to leave, but Rellik was not dead, or unconscious, or even unable to fight. And he stood, turning to face his father, whom turned back astonished. Rellik slaughtered his father, and then turned to his family, who were looking on, speechless. He asked them why they had not helped them, not seen that his father was mad and stopped him from taking his wings from him.
Nothing was said. Rellik killed everyone. No one able to stop him or get away.
Ever since that day Rellik has wandered as the demon with his wings and mobility torn from him.
Other: Rellik is most find of shy people, preferring people who won’t force their ways upon him. Unfortunately because of his nature he will be lucky to find one of these people who will not run from hi,
Theme Song: The Heretic Anthem - Slipknot
Roleplay Sample:
Rellik wound the long cloth around his arm. Already blood was soaking it, groaning in discontent, Rellik tied the bandage off. He tore the remainder off with his teeth, glaring around as he did so. Not that there was anyone to glare at, unless you counted bodies.
So I am to exploited now? Well they paid with their lives for that one. Rellik had been asked to help a group of demons plunder a town, needless to say, for a cut of the profits. Of course the fools turned on him and next thing Rellik knew there was half a clan trying to kill him. Of course Rellik had survived, but that last one was good, having cut his forearm so deeply.
He pulled his sleeve back over the wound, giving another angry groan as he did so. Now he had to leave soon, the other half of the clan would try to avenge their slain brothers, and Rellik had no desire to get cut again. He had rather liked this area, silent, small villages, not too many power freaks out here. Rellik had wondered if maybe he would stay here, make his living here, in this quiet place away from despising eyes that hated the wingless demon and wing tearing fathers.
He looked at the sky “well good bye potential home, hope you burn in hell…”
((OOC: Finished, also I would like to say that this kind of Rp, or even writing is relatively new to me. I am used to shoot-em'-up style military/science fiction. So if I do seem to step a bit out of setting in advance: Forgive!))
