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| Greiver | Oct 29 2007, 10:17 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Greiver Gender: Male City-State: Everland (?) Role: Instructor SID: 390197 Dorm: 2 Age: 22 Birthday: December, 738 c.e. Appearance: Stands about 6 feet tall, well built, suspected around 150 lbs. Foxglove brown eyes, brownish black with copper highlights in his hair, which is medium length (not quite shoulder length, but almost). Comes off as old for his age. Clothing: Mostly wears it under his armor, and his armor suits change from time to time. Prefers breastplate and chainmail undershirt, as well as half-round undershirt plate pauldrons and leggings. Weapons: Azurewraith (Blade), Asher (Composite Short Bow), whatever else is available in scenario. Personality: Easy, but definately not care free. Always known to be a bit of a loose cannon, it's hard to predict what exactly Greiver might do in any given scenario. Uses logic to deal with most scenario's, but it's the kind of logic that makes both friend and foe alike confused. Typically is calm and collected (and at the same time full of energy and life), and would rather be teaching or tending to something than, say, sitting around grading papers. When he has time, likes to be with friends, be it staff or students. Strength: Has an above-average skill in all standard weapons, and some 'exotic' weaponry - (Training purposes only). Immunity to Mind Alteration spells (Due to vague past as well as Training Purposes) Very high proficiency with his blade Azurewraith, and is above-average with Asher (Composite Short Bow). Weakness: Having the longer weapon in a combat situation. Also has a penchant for Wine and Mead. History: Over-ambitious as a child, hard and driven as an adult. Family past is a forbidden topic to speak of, and there are certain rumors of dark influences on the child Greiver. Rumors Greiver ignores. Has been an Instructor in the field of weapons specialisation since his 19th year, and is rumored to instruct a select few in 'something more'. RP Sample: "Y'know what the best thing is?" he asked no one, for he was alone "I never have anyone else come to pay 'im 'ny respects! 'f'it were up t'me, I'd keep it that way too. No one knowin', or carin' his tomb's empty, 'cept for these here bottles - an' those one's already in'nere..." he rambled on, obviously drunk. A cold wind blew through that sacred place, blowing back his hair into his eyes, making it harder for Greiver to watch this lone man pay his respects to his death. [i]"Well, at least [/i]someone[i] appreciates my death."[/i] he thought to himself, dropping down from his second floor perch onto a slab stone table several feet below. His cloak fluttered mistily as he dropped, and made a certain noise that only cloaks such as his (after being dropped several feet while being worn the way it was) could make. He hopped down, and walked down into the little alcove below. "You know" Greiver began "who that saracophagus belongs to?" The man squatted before him looked up at him over his shoulder, and looked own again, putting his bottle down. "Can't say that I don't." he replied, in less of a drunken slur. "Used to belong to a... what'd'you call 'em?" Greiver took a few steps forward, and leaned his shoulder up against a pillar. He crossed his arms, and asked "Royal?" "No no no, corpse!" he exclaimed. "But the funny thing is - there's no body." "That's because there was never a body." "Oh?" The man who'd been drinking rose to his feet, and turned to look at Greiver. Greiver looked at the man's ruddy face, his squinting eyes, and then down at his waist, to see if he was armed. "No, no, I'm not armed." he stated, noticing Greiver casing him. "Just payin' my respects." he added, grabbing up his bottle. Greiver smiled, as another gust of the cold winds of Everland blew through the otherwise empty place. He followed the man out of the alcove, into the main Hall. "Do you know what this place used to be?" Greiver asked, knowing full well the man already knew. "Yes'sir, used to be one of the finest Keeps in Everland, it did." "And do you know why this place is deserted?" "Well of course sir. Family up and left, they did. Real mystery, that. No one really knows what happened to 'em. Of course they'd have t'be dead by now." Greiver traced the pattern on the wall with a gloved finger, dust falling to the floor as he went, and was saying "Dead, you say? No... not dead. You see, that saracophagus down there? That one's mine." Special Power Suggestion: Trumps - deck of modified Tarot-like cards which grant a skilled and attuned user (Greiver) the ability to unlock a card's power - as well as doubling as a communication / transportation device of sorts to other characters & places. Special Power: Trumps - See Above |
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| Aldaras | Nov 1 2007, 02:25 PM Post #2 |
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Man Whore Of The Millenium
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I have now magically created a stamp for myself. [b]Smack[/b] [i]Deadbeat[/i] Oops, that was the one I stole from Mrs. McPherson... [b]Smack[/b] [i] Accepted [/i] |
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