Post by Garian on Feb 25, 2009 20:48:25 GMT -6
Name: Garian Duran Jorell
Nickname: The Demon
Age: appears 20, but is actually over 10,000 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Half-demon (my own created race, but I won't use that)
Class: Soldier
Hair/Eye Color: Black hair/sky-blue eyes
Height: 6'4
Family Stuff
Parents: Darian Jorell and Narisa Jorell, Father evil, Mother is dead.
Siblings: None
Other Family: Frederick Jorell, Uncle that has possessed Garian.
Pets: None
Alter-Ego
Power/s: Plasma Flame (A powerful flame blast that went in a straight line, but left him seriously weaker.)
Control: 5 (50/50)
Side-Affects: Weaker and more vulnerable in fights.
Weakness's: Too trusting, angered in fights, too many fights sends him into bloodlust.
Etc.
Costume: Black clothes, long-coat, and gloves.
Weapon: Longsword, crossbow.
Side: Good Guy
Starting Intro!
Garian Jorell walked through the small town he needed a drink and finally found a bar. As he sat there he heard ruckus behind him as drunks were horsing around or getting into fights. He ordered a strong drink and drank it down before getting another. He looked around, he didn't know anyone here like he did in the other town. Then he saw some of the people eyeing him with disgust. "Great." He said to himself as he put down his drink. He heard them walk up to him, "What are you doing here?" He heard. "I don't want any trouble, I just want a drink." He said to them, but then heard them pull out swords, daggers, and one had a crossbow. As they attacked him, Garian made his move.
He turned around, facing them his smile was cruel and mocking as he disarmed the man with the daggers and stabbed them into his chest. The man with the sword swung at him, but he ducked it and brought his arm up against the mans joint and broke it. He took the sword and stabbed it into the man's stomach. The one with the crossbow shot at him, but he quickly dodged the bolt and took out his own sword and rushed the man. Before he was able to put in another bolt, Garian had brought his sword up and cut of the man's head.
Looking around, Garian didn't see anyone else wanting to fight him, so he sheathed his sword back on his back and walked out of the bar. Not looking back as he left the town.
Nickname: The Demon
Age: appears 20, but is actually over 10,000 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Half-demon (my own created race, but I won't use that)
Class: Soldier
Hair/Eye Color: Black hair/sky-blue eyes
Height: 6'4
Family Stuff
Parents: Darian Jorell and Narisa Jorell, Father evil, Mother is dead.
Siblings: None
Other Family: Frederick Jorell, Uncle that has possessed Garian.
Pets: None
Alter-Ego
Power/s: Plasma Flame (A powerful flame blast that went in a straight line, but left him seriously weaker.)
Control: 5 (50/50)
Side-Affects: Weaker and more vulnerable in fights.
Weakness's: Too trusting, angered in fights, too many fights sends him into bloodlust.
Etc.
Costume: Black clothes, long-coat, and gloves.
Weapon: Longsword, crossbow.
Side: Good Guy
Starting Intro!
Garian Jorell walked through the small town he needed a drink and finally found a bar. As he sat there he heard ruckus behind him as drunks were horsing around or getting into fights. He ordered a strong drink and drank it down before getting another. He looked around, he didn't know anyone here like he did in the other town. Then he saw some of the people eyeing him with disgust. "Great." He said to himself as he put down his drink. He heard them walk up to him, "What are you doing here?" He heard. "I don't want any trouble, I just want a drink." He said to them, but then heard them pull out swords, daggers, and one had a crossbow. As they attacked him, Garian made his move.
He turned around, facing them his smile was cruel and mocking as he disarmed the man with the daggers and stabbed them into his chest. The man with the sword swung at him, but he ducked it and brought his arm up against the mans joint and broke it. He took the sword and stabbed it into the man's stomach. The one with the crossbow shot at him, but he quickly dodged the bolt and took out his own sword and rushed the man. Before he was able to put in another bolt, Garian had brought his sword up and cut of the man's head.
Looking around, Garian didn't see anyone else wanting to fight him, so he sheathed his sword back on his back and walked out of the bar. Not looking back as he left the town.