Post by Twichey on Aug 4, 2009 16:23:56 GMT -5
Name:long forgotten
Self given name: Twichey
Age:37
Race:halfling
Physical Description:being a halfling he is smaller than others and uses his size to his advantage.
about 3'8", 85 lbs.black, stringy, hair that falls just below the ears. somewhat poofy as if he had stuck a fork in
a light socket. but almost always has a hood on. he has a slight twitch now and again.
Personality:he mostly keeps to himself and is not one for social interaction but he knows how to
talk his way out of almost anything. He is as skilled an assassin as he is a pickpocket. He is talented at many trades.
Alchemy, thieving, a little magic, and he dabbles in engineering to boot. He is very swift and agile so he can easily
escape a foe or chase down his pray and do so silently.
History:As a child he was very smart, near genius. He had a slight twitch and for that all the children
laughed at him and made fun by fake twitching behind his back. He knew they did it, he was not a fool. They called
him Twichey because of this it became his branded nickname. He hated them all and only could think of their individual
deaths. Even his parents shunned him calling him a misfit or a freak. This had sealed their fate.
One day after school a bully had chased him into the woods behind the playground. He had thrown him around and beat him
for too long. He continued to run deeper and deeper into the forest all the while the foolish bully following him, throwing rock.
and insults. He finally led him into an opening of dark dirt where no grass grew and no flower dare sprout.
"What's the matter Twichey afraid of another beating"? In a split second he was upon the bully effortlessly slipping a blade between
the ribs from behind right to his heart...his tormentor lay dead upon the ground. "Twichey... my name...is Twichey".
His blood spilled to the earth, only to be sucked in by the dirt as if thirsting for his blood.
Unbenounced to him, this circle of dirt was a sacrificial pit long before his time. In a flash of black and red
a dark deity appeared before him, he neither flinched nore screamed he only stared blankly into the dark eyes
that stared back at him piercing his soul. "you have released me from my eternal prison small one".
He only continued to stare into the blackness that were the eyes of this deity. "You have spilled the blood
of the innocent and for this you will be marked as a murderer. I have watched you, seen you grow. "You have potential".
young one. Return to me with the blood of the ones who raised you, only then will i grant you my dark blessing".
For once in his life a small wicked smile slid up his cheek. (skipping the gory details)
He returned to the circle with two blades drenched in his parents blood stabbing them into the black sucking earth.
Once again the black and red flash appeared before him. The deity was pleased."Yes you have done well young one
the sacrifice is pleasing. The deity phased through him infusing him with his dark power and knowledge.
Thousands of faces of the sacrificed flashed through his mind. He let out a blood curdling scream.
"It is complete now go forth and cause chaos in the world ...you have my blessing".
years later after moving from town to town killing those who chose to get on his bad side he had quite
a reputation with the town guards of many towns. Normally he had no troubles avoiding the guards but one time
he wasn't so lucky.Guards on his tail and As he dashed through Allys and dark places he caught sight of the town gate. He broke his cover
and dashed past the guards into the woods beyond the town walls. A familiar black and red flash appeared.
"you have done well small one but no one can remain hidden forever" a blue cloak appeared in a cloud of smoke before him.
"But with this one can try, use it well and we will speak again soon". The deity vanished just as quickly as he had appeared.
Donning the new cloak he made himself as small as possible and found the oncoming guards ran right past him as if he wasn't there.
With this new (invisibility cloak) his life would become much more easy..and excitingly fun.
Special Trappings: Cloak of invisibility
weakness: He is only human. If he is cut he bleeds, if you punch him he will bruise. He does however have a cabin fever
kind of deal, he cant stand to be trapped or kept in a place for to long, he needs to be free and able to run and move.
weapons: a self made spring, blade device on his right forearm. like Altair's blade but on the top of his wrist
looks like Ed's blade nanashi.deviantart.com/art/FMA-Ed-s-Blade-26212628?moodonly=69
And two daggers that have studded brass knuckles as hand guards www.trueswords.com/wwi-1918-trench-knife-p-2846.html
just like that but a wider blase. Held with the blades reversed(if his arms are at his sides the blades are pointing behind him.)
sorry this was so long but iv had this person in my head for a long time and i have had lots of time to create him in detail.
Self given name: Twichey
Age:37
Race:halfling
Physical Description:being a halfling he is smaller than others and uses his size to his advantage.
about 3'8", 85 lbs.black, stringy, hair that falls just below the ears. somewhat poofy as if he had stuck a fork in
a light socket. but almost always has a hood on. he has a slight twitch now and again.
Personality:he mostly keeps to himself and is not one for social interaction but he knows how to
talk his way out of almost anything. He is as skilled an assassin as he is a pickpocket. He is talented at many trades.
Alchemy, thieving, a little magic, and he dabbles in engineering to boot. He is very swift and agile so he can easily
escape a foe or chase down his pray and do so silently.
History:As a child he was very smart, near genius. He had a slight twitch and for that all the children
laughed at him and made fun by fake twitching behind his back. He knew they did it, he was not a fool. They called
him Twichey because of this it became his branded nickname. He hated them all and only could think of their individual
deaths. Even his parents shunned him calling him a misfit or a freak. This had sealed their fate.
One day after school a bully had chased him into the woods behind the playground. He had thrown him around and beat him
for too long. He continued to run deeper and deeper into the forest all the while the foolish bully following him, throwing rock.
and insults. He finally led him into an opening of dark dirt where no grass grew and no flower dare sprout.
"What's the matter Twichey afraid of another beating"? In a split second he was upon the bully effortlessly slipping a blade between
the ribs from behind right to his heart...his tormentor lay dead upon the ground. "Twichey... my name...is Twichey".
His blood spilled to the earth, only to be sucked in by the dirt as if thirsting for his blood.
Unbenounced to him, this circle of dirt was a sacrificial pit long before his time. In a flash of black and red
a dark deity appeared before him, he neither flinched nore screamed he only stared blankly into the dark eyes
that stared back at him piercing his soul. "you have released me from my eternal prison small one".
He only continued to stare into the blackness that were the eyes of this deity. "You have spilled the blood
of the innocent and for this you will be marked as a murderer. I have watched you, seen you grow. "You have potential".
young one. Return to me with the blood of the ones who raised you, only then will i grant you my dark blessing".
For once in his life a small wicked smile slid up his cheek. (skipping the gory details)
He returned to the circle with two blades drenched in his parents blood stabbing them into the black sucking earth.
Once again the black and red flash appeared before him. The deity was pleased."Yes you have done well young one
the sacrifice is pleasing. The deity phased through him infusing him with his dark power and knowledge.
Thousands of faces of the sacrificed flashed through his mind. He let out a blood curdling scream.
"It is complete now go forth and cause chaos in the world ...you have my blessing".
years later after moving from town to town killing those who chose to get on his bad side he had quite
a reputation with the town guards of many towns. Normally he had no troubles avoiding the guards but one time
he wasn't so lucky.Guards on his tail and As he dashed through Allys and dark places he caught sight of the town gate. He broke his cover
and dashed past the guards into the woods beyond the town walls. A familiar black and red flash appeared.
"you have done well small one but no one can remain hidden forever" a blue cloak appeared in a cloud of smoke before him.
"But with this one can try, use it well and we will speak again soon". The deity vanished just as quickly as he had appeared.
Donning the new cloak he made himself as small as possible and found the oncoming guards ran right past him as if he wasn't there.
With this new (invisibility cloak) his life would become much more easy..and excitingly fun.
Special Trappings: Cloak of invisibility
weakness: He is only human. If he is cut he bleeds, if you punch him he will bruise. He does however have a cabin fever
kind of deal, he cant stand to be trapped or kept in a place for to long, he needs to be free and able to run and move.
weapons: a self made spring, blade device on his right forearm. like Altair's blade but on the top of his wrist
looks like Ed's blade nanashi.deviantart.com/art/FMA-Ed-s-Blade-26212628?moodonly=69
And two daggers that have studded brass knuckles as hand guards www.trueswords.com/wwi-1918-trench-knife-p-2846.html
just like that but a wider blase. Held with the blades reversed(if his arms are at his sides the blades are pointing behind him.)
sorry this was so long but iv had this person in my head for a long time and i have had lots of time to create him in detail.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.