Post by Kasai on Oct 8, 2009 9:03:51 GMT -5
Name:
Algernon "Al" Callahan
Age:
His real age is about 300, but looks like a 25 year old man.
Race:
Human
Physical Description:
Al has the body of a warrior, he weighs 180 pounds and stands at 6 feet tall. Although he looks like a man in the prime of his life, he does have a look over him that gives away he is older than he looks, but this is also due to the fact that his outfit looks like it has seen a lot of battles. Al has dark brown hair, it is quite long, that’s why he has the back of his hair tied in a tail and the front hangs as two bangs on each side of his face. His face doesn’t express much emotion, he always has a serious look on his face, some people would say he looks kind of angry. His blue eye’s look as if they gaze straight trough you, it’s like he is a bit absent and his face is unshaved.
Clothing wise he looks like his wearing some sort of uniform, it’s made mostly out of cloth and leather, but has some iron elements for protection. The pants are made of brown cloth and are slightly tattered, his boots look like a black army boots and cover up most of his shins. His tunic is made out of leather and covers up his entire upper body, this also looks wore down, but doesn’t have any holes in it. On his wrist he wears iron plating, these cover up his entire lower arms and function as protection. Also his shoulders have iron plating, they look rusty, dented and beat down, but are still robust. For the rest he wears several belts which holds a sheath on his back for his sword.
The sword looks like a regular Katana, but is double the size of a normal one, it’s almost as long as Al himself and therefore it looks quite clumsy. Though Al is able to wield it with deadly precision, speed and on top of that with only one hand.
Personality:
Al seems kind of strange, this is due to the face that he lost his memory. He has no idea who or what he is nor where he came from, the only thing he knows is his first name and that he is an excellent swordsman. Because of all this he can give an mysterious expression, which can annoy some people since they think it’s an act or they won’t trust him. Since he remembers nothing it can, at times, be unclear for him as to what is right and wrong. Something easily taken advantage off by some. You could consider Al his alignment to be neutral good,
Overall Al is a silent guy, but once you earned his trust and get to know him he can be very kind.
History:
(Al lost his memory, therefore I want him to find out about his past trough RP)
The last thing Al remembers is about a week ago, all of a sudden it was like he woke up in the middle of a battlefield. Only he didn’t wake up, because he was standing up straight with his arms next to his body, in his right holding his large sword straight up in to the air. It took him awhile before figuring out what was going on, he didn’t even noticed the big sword until he did something with his right hand, that’s when it hit him, he is a swordsman and probably on of the people who participated in the battle. Of course he could have had an army with him, but where have they gone? And for what reason was he here? He stood for a few moments thinking what or why he had done this, quickly looking around for survivors who might could have told him about what happened or even better who the hell he is. As soon as he figured out that no one was alive, he looked over his right shoulder at the unbelievably large sword, it must be as long as himself, then he started to wonder why he was able to hold it with such ease in only one hand. It must be very light? He let go of the sword and fell on the ground with a bang loud enough for him to figure it is a as heavy as it looks. Who or what the hell am I, he started wonder again, he quickly started touching his face, as if he was able to determine who he was by touching his face with his hands. Then he looked down and checked out his clothing, it seemed like a uniform, only pretty beat down, he then figured out he might be able to find out who he was by looking for a reflection of himself. Picking up the sword, it seemed his body remembered more then his mind for he sheathed the blade with the grace of someone used to using such an uncommon and clumsy looking blade.
As he had started wandering, searching for someone to help him, he stumbled upon a bandit ambush. Naturally they weren't going to help him. Again, muscle memory confirmed the blade must have been his for some time as he defeated the bandits with the same ease he would have swatted a fly. Having no idea where to go or what to do, he decide to let fate decided his path and went on his way.
Algernon "Al" Callahan
Age:
His real age is about 300, but looks like a 25 year old man.
Race:
Human
Physical Description:
Al has the body of a warrior, he weighs 180 pounds and stands at 6 feet tall. Although he looks like a man in the prime of his life, he does have a look over him that gives away he is older than he looks, but this is also due to the fact that his outfit looks like it has seen a lot of battles. Al has dark brown hair, it is quite long, that’s why he has the back of his hair tied in a tail and the front hangs as two bangs on each side of his face. His face doesn’t express much emotion, he always has a serious look on his face, some people would say he looks kind of angry. His blue eye’s look as if they gaze straight trough you, it’s like he is a bit absent and his face is unshaved.
Clothing wise he looks like his wearing some sort of uniform, it’s made mostly out of cloth and leather, but has some iron elements for protection. The pants are made of brown cloth and are slightly tattered, his boots look like a black army boots and cover up most of his shins. His tunic is made out of leather and covers up his entire upper body, this also looks wore down, but doesn’t have any holes in it. On his wrist he wears iron plating, these cover up his entire lower arms and function as protection. Also his shoulders have iron plating, they look rusty, dented and beat down, but are still robust. For the rest he wears several belts which holds a sheath on his back for his sword.
The sword looks like a regular Katana, but is double the size of a normal one, it’s almost as long as Al himself and therefore it looks quite clumsy. Though Al is able to wield it with deadly precision, speed and on top of that with only one hand.
Personality:
Al seems kind of strange, this is due to the face that he lost his memory. He has no idea who or what he is nor where he came from, the only thing he knows is his first name and that he is an excellent swordsman. Because of all this he can give an mysterious expression, which can annoy some people since they think it’s an act or they won’t trust him. Since he remembers nothing it can, at times, be unclear for him as to what is right and wrong. Something easily taken advantage off by some. You could consider Al his alignment to be neutral good,
Overall Al is a silent guy, but once you earned his trust and get to know him he can be very kind.
History:
(Al lost his memory, therefore I want him to find out about his past trough RP)
The last thing Al remembers is about a week ago, all of a sudden it was like he woke up in the middle of a battlefield. Only he didn’t wake up, because he was standing up straight with his arms next to his body, in his right holding his large sword straight up in to the air. It took him awhile before figuring out what was going on, he didn’t even noticed the big sword until he did something with his right hand, that’s when it hit him, he is a swordsman and probably on of the people who participated in the battle. Of course he could have had an army with him, but where have they gone? And for what reason was he here? He stood for a few moments thinking what or why he had done this, quickly looking around for survivors who might could have told him about what happened or even better who the hell he is. As soon as he figured out that no one was alive, he looked over his right shoulder at the unbelievably large sword, it must be as long as himself, then he started to wonder why he was able to hold it with such ease in only one hand. It must be very light? He let go of the sword and fell on the ground with a bang loud enough for him to figure it is a as heavy as it looks. Who or what the hell am I, he started wonder again, he quickly started touching his face, as if he was able to determine who he was by touching his face with his hands. Then he looked down and checked out his clothing, it seemed like a uniform, only pretty beat down, he then figured out he might be able to find out who he was by looking for a reflection of himself. Picking up the sword, it seemed his body remembered more then his mind for he sheathed the blade with the grace of someone used to using such an uncommon and clumsy looking blade.
As he had started wandering, searching for someone to help him, he stumbled upon a bandit ambush. Naturally they weren't going to help him. Again, muscle memory confirmed the blade must have been his for some time as he defeated the bandits with the same ease he would have swatted a fly. Having no idea where to go or what to do, he decide to let fate decided his path and went on his way.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.