Post by Asukai on Aug 28, 2006 19:16:20 GMT -5
Character's Name: Asukai Darkhelm
Character's Age: 29
Gender: male
Race/Class: samurai
Character's History:
born into a once high ranking family that had become travellers, he lived with his father and mother, his father would teach him of the samurai and there sense of honour and pride, he trained his skills to perfection never questioning his father only striving to perfection living each day to hone his skills, after his father went to fight as a mercenary for the humans he was left to protect his mother. A desire to fight burned in his heart but he remembered his father’s words that he should always protect women and after an illness clamed his mother the choice was made for him, he left to find his father and give him the family’s last great possession a sword that was passed down threw out the generations. Taking his families most honoured procession and taking only his sword, long bow and some food.
He travelled for a year fighting his way closer each fight held nothing for him his opponents lacking the grace to match him, as he begin to lose hope he heard word his father was in a battle travelling to the battle he arrived to a sea of corpses, searching he found his fathers body, he dragged his father to a nearby hill burying him with the sword he had brought. Distraught by his loss he travelled searching for an opponent how could end his suffering so he could die in combat, as he left a trail of fallen opponents he begin to lose hope turning to drink he lost hope that he would die, until one day he met a man, the man wore a full plate armour and a helmet but that mattered not, after a struggle that lasting three days he was victorious but he had paid a heavy price his sword had been shattered and his wounds where deep travelling back to his fathers grave he hoped his wounds where fatal, as he lay on his fathers grave he smiled his eyes where fading.
A month passed and he awoke in a small hut with an old man staring over him he rested healing his wounds with the old man, he learned from the old man to appreciate life and care for him self and others he decided to train but he would need a sword so Travelling once more to his father’s grave he dug up the sword and began to train. As he channelled his weaknesses into his resolve he lived once again to better himself.
he learn in time to weld the sword and the powers it possessed it seemed to make him faster and seemed to channel his rage into energy, after he had mastered the sword he said his goodbyes to the kind old man and left his new quest to find more of his kind and learn from them.
Character's Personality: not very trusting prefers to do things by himself
Character's Appearance: rugged his clothes are usually frayed from fighting or the endless travelling he does
Weaknesses/Strengths: his weakness would be he hates to see women mistreated and is very honourable his strength is that he has a unshakeable resolve and his love of fighting means he fears nothing only that he will be defeated and dishonour his fathers spirit.
((ok this is kinda sketchy so if anything needs changeing let me now))
Character's Age: 29
Gender: male
Race/Class: samurai
Character's History:
born into a once high ranking family that had become travellers, he lived with his father and mother, his father would teach him of the samurai and there sense of honour and pride, he trained his skills to perfection never questioning his father only striving to perfection living each day to hone his skills, after his father went to fight as a mercenary for the humans he was left to protect his mother. A desire to fight burned in his heart but he remembered his father’s words that he should always protect women and after an illness clamed his mother the choice was made for him, he left to find his father and give him the family’s last great possession a sword that was passed down threw out the generations. Taking his families most honoured procession and taking only his sword, long bow and some food.
He travelled for a year fighting his way closer each fight held nothing for him his opponents lacking the grace to match him, as he begin to lose hope he heard word his father was in a battle travelling to the battle he arrived to a sea of corpses, searching he found his fathers body, he dragged his father to a nearby hill burying him with the sword he had brought. Distraught by his loss he travelled searching for an opponent how could end his suffering so he could die in combat, as he left a trail of fallen opponents he begin to lose hope turning to drink he lost hope that he would die, until one day he met a man, the man wore a full plate armour and a helmet but that mattered not, after a struggle that lasting three days he was victorious but he had paid a heavy price his sword had been shattered and his wounds where deep travelling back to his fathers grave he hoped his wounds where fatal, as he lay on his fathers grave he smiled his eyes where fading.
A month passed and he awoke in a small hut with an old man staring over him he rested healing his wounds with the old man, he learned from the old man to appreciate life and care for him self and others he decided to train but he would need a sword so Travelling once more to his father’s grave he dug up the sword and began to train. As he channelled his weaknesses into his resolve he lived once again to better himself.
he learn in time to weld the sword and the powers it possessed it seemed to make him faster and seemed to channel his rage into energy, after he had mastered the sword he said his goodbyes to the kind old man and left his new quest to find more of his kind and learn from them.
Character's Personality: not very trusting prefers to do things by himself
Character's Appearance: rugged his clothes are usually frayed from fighting or the endless travelling he does
Weaknesses/Strengths: his weakness would be he hates to see women mistreated and is very honourable his strength is that he has a unshakeable resolve and his love of fighting means he fears nothing only that he will be defeated and dishonour his fathers spirit.
((ok this is kinda sketchy so if anything needs changeing let me now))
