Post by Aerbore on Apr 2, 2009 14:01:22 GMT -5
Name: Gelthras Moren
Gender: Male
Age: 1,254 (According to human standards he'd look about twenty-five.)
Species: Drow
Status: Single
Appearance: Long white hair with black streaks in it. Wears a black and camouflage cloak over solid black leather armor blessed to make it more durable(as in needs less maintenance not making it more solid.)
Personality: Numbers among the least homicidal of the drow, killing usually only as necessary but still taking a few fun killings every now and again. Not a very cheery person feeling that all races are in their own way inferior to the Drow and cursing himself for being born a male.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: (visible weapons) One long sword and dagger attached to his belt. Many throwing knives laced across his bracers and chest. (concealed) Three drow finger crossbows all loaded and ready for use at any time with three separate poisons, sleep, numb, and deadly. Good for long distance runs but not so much as swimming(you don't come across to many lakes and ponds that don't have lethal creatures in them under the crust of the earth.)
History: Born and raised underground just as any Drow, he was born with quite a bit of talent for a young one of his age. He had mastered scimitars by age eight and everything else from the pike to the dagger by age eleven. He has pushed himself to try and be even greater than the greatest Drow alive, and to do that he must survive the countless battles a Drow would face every day without even the slightest blunder.
Other:
Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4aPMo7TcR8&feature=related
Roleplay Sample: He was walking alone. As quietly as he could, there really wasn't much reason for him to be this quiet as his target for the night was just a human. Still he couldn't resist always being cautious. In his line of work it didn't pay to be caught off-guard. "Sigh sigh sigh... Really must I be used as a lowly human assassin? I'm so bored I'm saying the action instead of doing it. Sigh and sigh again. Jesus I wish this bloody human was at least a little more on his guard." He continued to ramble on for a bit continually following his target. Finally he decided it was time to finish this. He picked up speed making no extra sound. Once his target was in range of his deadly jur, he made one final dash alerting his target on purpose. "You have failed as a human being prepare for your life as a spirit." He always said this line right before he assassinated his target. It was kinda like his catch phrase he guessed. The target always had about a millisecond to digest the words before one jur pierced a major artery and the other ruptured a vital organ. Most commonly a lung. "When will one of my targets actually amuse me I wonder. I mean honestly for once I would like my hits to not go quite according to plan. Oh well. I guess I should report in then." As he turned to walk away someone appeared in front of him, somewhat startling the assassin. The newcomer soon found a pair of jur grazing areas very vital to his well being. "Its not a good idea to surprise me. Now since you've only appeared after the target was eliminated I assume you have something to tell me. Make it quick before I tear your throat and gut wide open." "Y-y-y- yes sir. I bring you news that your skills are requested by The Black Blood. They would like you to go to them soon with your answer." Retracting his weapons from the messengers throat he mused aloud, "The Black Blood eh.... This could be quite an amusing venture. Very well you live this time around. Do not appear before me again without some thought behind whether you appreciate breathing or not." With this Verastar decided to go look for the headquarters of The Black Blood establishment.
Gender: Male
Age: 1,254 (According to human standards he'd look about twenty-five.)
Species: Drow
Status: Single
Appearance: Long white hair with black streaks in it. Wears a black and camouflage cloak over solid black leather armor blessed to make it more durable(as in needs less maintenance not making it more solid.)
Personality: Numbers among the least homicidal of the drow, killing usually only as necessary but still taking a few fun killings every now and again. Not a very cheery person feeling that all races are in their own way inferior to the Drow and cursing himself for being born a male.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: (visible weapons) One long sword and dagger attached to his belt. Many throwing knives laced across his bracers and chest. (concealed) Three drow finger crossbows all loaded and ready for use at any time with three separate poisons, sleep, numb, and deadly. Good for long distance runs but not so much as swimming(you don't come across to many lakes and ponds that don't have lethal creatures in them under the crust of the earth.)
History: Born and raised underground just as any Drow, he was born with quite a bit of talent for a young one of his age. He had mastered scimitars by age eight and everything else from the pike to the dagger by age eleven. He has pushed himself to try and be even greater than the greatest Drow alive, and to do that he must survive the countless battles a Drow would face every day without even the slightest blunder.
Other:
Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4aPMo7TcR8&feature=related
Roleplay Sample: He was walking alone. As quietly as he could, there really wasn't much reason for him to be this quiet as his target for the night was just a human. Still he couldn't resist always being cautious. In his line of work it didn't pay to be caught off-guard. "Sigh sigh sigh... Really must I be used as a lowly human assassin? I'm so bored I'm saying the action instead of doing it. Sigh and sigh again. Jesus I wish this bloody human was at least a little more on his guard." He continued to ramble on for a bit continually following his target. Finally he decided it was time to finish this. He picked up speed making no extra sound. Once his target was in range of his deadly jur, he made one final dash alerting his target on purpose. "You have failed as a human being prepare for your life as a spirit." He always said this line right before he assassinated his target. It was kinda like his catch phrase he guessed. The target always had about a millisecond to digest the words before one jur pierced a major artery and the other ruptured a vital organ. Most commonly a lung. "When will one of my targets actually amuse me I wonder. I mean honestly for once I would like my hits to not go quite according to plan. Oh well. I guess I should report in then." As he turned to walk away someone appeared in front of him, somewhat startling the assassin. The newcomer soon found a pair of jur grazing areas very vital to his well being. "Its not a good idea to surprise me. Now since you've only appeared after the target was eliminated I assume you have something to tell me. Make it quick before I tear your throat and gut wide open." "Y-y-y- yes sir. I bring you news that your skills are requested by The Black Blood. They would like you to go to them soon with your answer." Retracting his weapons from the messengers throat he mused aloud, "The Black Blood eh.... This could be quite an amusing venture. Very well you live this time around. Do not appear before me again without some thought behind whether you appreciate breathing or not." With this Verastar decided to go look for the headquarters of The Black Blood establishment.
