Post by Verfallene Hund on May 8, 2016 19:17:58 GMT -5
Play-By: Verfallene, from my photo album.
Theme Song: Pieces By: Red
Marital Status: Single
Description: A correct posture and a proud stance that emanates confidence is perhaps the most noteworthy feature that attracts the crowd’s gazes. Weighing at approximately 220 pounds, his weight is not entirely explained by his bulky and indiscreet muscular build. His frame is powerful and intimidating, classifying as terrifying rather than attractive. Those unaware of it would state that his right arm is always hiding on his back, when in fact his arm is amputated by the elbow's joint.
Born an Anubis, his flesh is not as brown colored as most members of said race, the whiskey gold eyes being a feature people often attribute to a superior trait. Said dark skin was a major problem in his youth spent in the Burning Lands, where the sun scorched his flesh and left scars throughout most of his body. Those scars are now covered by great quantities of ink from which elaborate beasts and snakes contort throughout his entire body. As one gazes onto his features, his age immediately stands out by the multiple wrinkles that have appeared throughout his face.
For attire his choice is either walking shirtless when the weather permits or wearing a robe whenever the cold crept. Nevertheless, he always wears a skilt proper of any warrior from which his furry legs are revealed, and sandals below it all if not bare foot.
Weapons: Claws, Fangs, Fists.
Apparel: For attire his choice is either walking shirtless when the weather permits or wearing a robe whenever the cold crept. Nevertheless, he always wears a skilt proper of any warrior from which his hairy legs are revealed, and sandals below it all if not bare foot.
Other: Anything else?
Stats: Strength -4
Skills: Enchant Level one: Enchant- The ability to enchant armor and cloth to make it lighter and sturdier.
Level two: Endow- The ability to enchant weapons, armor, items, cloth, etc, to make it sharper, lighter, sturdier, more potent.
fire level one: The ability to control fire.
Metals level one: The ability to move and bend metal.
Personality: Despite Jackal linage, Verfallene does not present himself as spiritual or solemn as most of his people are described. In fact, he doesn’t present himself as any race and instead has forged his own characteristic identity. By looking at him, one could assure the man is fed pride instead of food as he displays the superiority and motions of an emperor. His motions are harsh and functional otherwise, usually performing tasks with too much strength. There is always a frown on his face, said face barely botherering to address anyone. When he does, however, he does so with extreme confidence one could mistake for arrogance.
His voice is always loud and proud, easily heard and understood by those nearby. Blessed with a baritone, his accent often infuses his words with a guttural sound that makes his voice somewhat rougher. His treat to others tends to be cold and extremely harsh, as if he spoke the first thing that came into his head without holding back. His words often contain profanity when someone disagrees with his opinion.
He is very prone to approach females, which in a way he harasses with blunt attempts of courtship. Males are usually the ones he harasses most with his constant critique and prideful boasting, many times 'teaching' them on how to become 'true men'. Despite his words about Peace and him being a Defender, he often engages in fights as he is indeed very comfortable with violence.
Obsession: Showing off.
Disposition to the Law: Chaotic
History: Unlike most Jackals, Verfallene never managed to blend in. His first years were full of complaints and poor results in every task he performed, eventually winning him his name which is decaying hound. It was clear to him that he’d never reach any place of respect amongst his people, and so once he was temporarily banished for his Searching he simply never returned.
Eventually, he found a group of mercenaries that took him in and gave him a purpose. He acted as a weaponsmith, something he didn’t enjoy at first but eventually grew to love. As time passed and the mercenaries claimed more and more lives with the weapons he forged, it wasn’t until he himself was dragged to their level that he decided it was enough. Having ended two lives, he finally realized that the hand that forged weapons from the nothingness only served to destroy homes and hurt people. Ashamed of his foolishness, he refused to ever be like the rest.
With the help of his the axe he himself forged and a piece of cloth, he cut his own right hand in order to never be able to craft or wield a weapon again. Ever since that distant and relevant moment he has grown his spirt in order to become fearless and shameless, promising himself that from that moment onward he would be a defender of the people. Refusing to ever kill again, he now wanders the world in search of something worth fighting for.
Other: Recruited by Nyghtingale[/p][/p][/p][/p][/p]