Post by Beta 112 on Mar 6, 2009 22:43:12 GMT -5
Name: Salanim Roknish
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Species: Human (Vampire Hunter)
Status: Single, no one that sticks around him for very long lives.
Appearance:
Personality: Salanim will kill you with a smile on his face and a polite tone. Raised by a noble family he was taught all of mannerisms of royalty, and executes them as second nature in everyday life. Salanim is a very happy person, and unless you’re a blood-sucking-fiend he’ll tolerate anything you throw his way, still with that giddy smile.
Salanim has a habit of being incredibly annoying, mainly because he’s just way to happy, and never reacts no matter how badly you tempt him. Salanim has never killed a human, or an angel, a demon once, but other than that no other beings but vampires. If you pay attention for long enough and see him in a few tight spots you’ll see that he is very kindhearted to those around him. In his own eccentric ways.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: Salanim carries a single gun, slung across his back. It is a 8 gauge shotgun, very powerful, pump action holding five shot-shells. Of course the ammunition he uses is very expensive, nobody really makes solid silver shot anymore. He also carries a long bayonet for his shotgun.
History: As said before Salanim was a member of a highly formal and elite noble family. He was the second son, thus not the heir to his families estate. For awhile Salanim struggled to find his purpose in life. During this time he lived with his brother, the first born son, on the lavish estate that the family granted them.
One day one of Salanim’s three sisters was on her way for a visit, but she was attacked on her way there. She was taken by what was obviously a vampire attack. Her body was not found in the wreckage, so she was either taken alive or turned into one of them.
At this point Salanim gladly accepted the families call to arms, and he became a vampire hunter. That was when he was twenty five. Now nine years have passed, with no avail to finding his lost sister, but a large amount of experience and skill backs this hunter of fiendish blood suckers.
Through a combination of skill and the gaudy deposits of money into his accounts by the family, who rather enjoys having such a skilled hunter allied with them, he is Salanim: Slayer of Vampires.
Other:(Likes, dislikes, nicknames, anything else you wish to tell us?)
Theme Song: Meaning of life - Disturbed
Roleplay Sample:
((Just for fun))
Salanim kicked in the door, a big smile on his face “Good evening sirs! Hope your enjoying you tea!” he said eccentrically in a high yet still manly voice.
He leveled his bulky gun fired, from the hip, the gun kicking wildly, but he held onto it. The vampires scattered, a few of them charging him, others fleeing. He raised the gun to his shoulder now, and pulled his right back, then slammed it forward, loading the next shell.
The vampire never stood a chance, the silver shot slammed into his face, and then his head was gone. Scattered across the room “But sir, you were in my way!” he said again in his high but manly voice as he kicked the bloody mass away from his.
A flash of cloak and fangs stopped just millimeters from his neck. He held the vampire back with the stock of his rifle effortlessly, turning his head rapidly to face him “Not today my friend” he said, his voice going back to its normal tone, much deeper.
He pushed the beast away from him and it fell to the ground, he wasted no time shooting it “My my… Where hath the party gone?” he said as he looked across the destroyed and empty, save for him and two bodies, room.
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Species: Human (Vampire Hunter)
Status: Single, no one that sticks around him for very long lives.
picture, if any goes here
Appearance:
Personality: Salanim will kill you with a smile on his face and a polite tone. Raised by a noble family he was taught all of mannerisms of royalty, and executes them as second nature in everyday life. Salanim is a very happy person, and unless you’re a blood-sucking-fiend he’ll tolerate anything you throw his way, still with that giddy smile.
Salanim has a habit of being incredibly annoying, mainly because he’s just way to happy, and never reacts no matter how badly you tempt him. Salanim has never killed a human, or an angel, a demon once, but other than that no other beings but vampires. If you pay attention for long enough and see him in a few tight spots you’ll see that he is very kindhearted to those around him. In his own eccentric ways.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: Salanim carries a single gun, slung across his back. It is a 8 gauge shotgun, very powerful, pump action holding five shot-shells. Of course the ammunition he uses is very expensive, nobody really makes solid silver shot anymore. He also carries a long bayonet for his shotgun.
History: As said before Salanim was a member of a highly formal and elite noble family. He was the second son, thus not the heir to his families estate. For awhile Salanim struggled to find his purpose in life. During this time he lived with his brother, the first born son, on the lavish estate that the family granted them.
One day one of Salanim’s three sisters was on her way for a visit, but she was attacked on her way there. She was taken by what was obviously a vampire attack. Her body was not found in the wreckage, so she was either taken alive or turned into one of them.
At this point Salanim gladly accepted the families call to arms, and he became a vampire hunter. That was when he was twenty five. Now nine years have passed, with no avail to finding his lost sister, but a large amount of experience and skill backs this hunter of fiendish blood suckers.
Through a combination of skill and the gaudy deposits of money into his accounts by the family, who rather enjoys having such a skilled hunter allied with them, he is Salanim: Slayer of Vampires.
Other:(Likes, dislikes, nicknames, anything else you wish to tell us?)
Theme Song: Meaning of life - Disturbed
Roleplay Sample:
((Just for fun))
Salanim kicked in the door, a big smile on his face “Good evening sirs! Hope your enjoying you tea!” he said eccentrically in a high yet still manly voice.
He leveled his bulky gun fired, from the hip, the gun kicking wildly, but he held onto it. The vampires scattered, a few of them charging him, others fleeing. He raised the gun to his shoulder now, and pulled his right back, then slammed it forward, loading the next shell.
The vampire never stood a chance, the silver shot slammed into his face, and then his head was gone. Scattered across the room “But sir, you were in my way!” he said again in his high but manly voice as he kicked the bloody mass away from his.
A flash of cloak and fangs stopped just millimeters from his neck. He held the vampire back with the stock of his rifle effortlessly, turning his head rapidly to face him “Not today my friend” he said, his voice going back to its normal tone, much deeper.
He pushed the beast away from him and it fell to the ground, he wasted no time shooting it “My my… Where hath the party gone?” he said as he looked across the destroyed and empty, save for him and two bodies, room.
