Post by zuthuradlion on Mar 23, 2013 22:05:13 GMT -5
Character Name: Icarus Manos... Not THE Icarus. Icarus' son
Age: 455y. (very Young compared to most Dark-Hunters)
History (just a paragraph about your character):
Icarus was ripped from his home twice in his life. The first was because his mother wanted to 'protect him.' He still didn't know what from. Each time he had to change his name. The third time he went with the name Icarus with much shock from his mother. He was born in Greece before his mother moved him to Ireland. He was there for most of his life, hence making his official accent Irish. He was than pulled away from his mother to be sent back to Greece. He was forced to live with THE royal family. THe rest of his 'life' was spent trying to figure out his fathers death which was hard when he didnt even know his name.
Physical Description:
At 6"1 and with a muscular body, Icarus has lengthy, almost silvery, blond hair that always seems perfect. Icarus has a thin scar going across his lower lip and ending not far to the right of where his vocal chords are located. His tattoo was located below his right shoulder-blade. He wears red tennis shoes made for running. To shield his eyes, he wears green-tinted sunglasses. Icarus also wears a red zip-up hoodie that was always left open, and a black T-shirt underneath. He carried around a small rod that when unsheathed, was a 6"2 staff with hidden blades. He also carried around a 42 Magnum strapped to his back behind his hoodie. His powers included: enhanced hearing, anything that involved the mind, and speed.
Breed (Dark-Hunter/Daimon/Squire/Mortal): Dark-Hunter
Sample RP (must be at least two paragraphs long):
Icarus moved quiet in the shadows of the dark alley he was following the strange human in. He didn't know where the human had even come from, only that he needed watching since the vampire had come so close to killing them earlier. The human was a female but was easily put into the category of 'Tomboy.'
As he moved along the alley rather quickly, he stopped suddenly, due to a faint noise he heard behind him. It had been a very quiet noise, but it was definitely there. He looked around to see nothing. He continued to follow the human.
The human walked out onto the side walk. Icarus moved to do the same, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose-noting that everything was newly engulfed in green,- but never succeeded in doing so for he was pulled back into the alley and shoved against the wall by an unseen force. Letting his war instincts kick in, he ducked under the arm about to punch him. Icarus shoved his thumb into the pressure point in the mans arm, making the grip on him loosen. Taking the opportunity to come back, he slammed the man into the wall, shoved his thumb into the corner of the man's left eye paralyzing him momentarily. In that same second, he had his staff out and the blade aimed right at the mans throat.
Reading the man's thoughts, he could tell he was just an amateur thief.
"You have my mercy lad," Icarus said, not even attempting to hide his accent. And just like that, Icarus was traveling by rooftops, keeping in time with the human he was was 'stalking'
Age: 455y. (very Young compared to most Dark-Hunters)
History (just a paragraph about your character):
Icarus was ripped from his home twice in his life. The first was because his mother wanted to 'protect him.' He still didn't know what from. Each time he had to change his name. The third time he went with the name Icarus with much shock from his mother. He was born in Greece before his mother moved him to Ireland. He was there for most of his life, hence making his official accent Irish. He was than pulled away from his mother to be sent back to Greece. He was forced to live with THE royal family. THe rest of his 'life' was spent trying to figure out his fathers death which was hard when he didnt even know his name.
Physical Description:
At 6"1 and with a muscular body, Icarus has lengthy, almost silvery, blond hair that always seems perfect. Icarus has a thin scar going across his lower lip and ending not far to the right of where his vocal chords are located. His tattoo was located below his right shoulder-blade. He wears red tennis shoes made for running. To shield his eyes, he wears green-tinted sunglasses. Icarus also wears a red zip-up hoodie that was always left open, and a black T-shirt underneath. He carried around a small rod that when unsheathed, was a 6"2 staff with hidden blades. He also carried around a 42 Magnum strapped to his back behind his hoodie. His powers included: enhanced hearing, anything that involved the mind, and speed.
Breed (Dark-Hunter/Daimon/Squire/Mortal): Dark-Hunter
Sample RP (must be at least two paragraphs long):
Icarus moved quiet in the shadows of the dark alley he was following the strange human in. He didn't know where the human had even come from, only that he needed watching since the vampire had come so close to killing them earlier. The human was a female but was easily put into the category of 'Tomboy.'
As he moved along the alley rather quickly, he stopped suddenly, due to a faint noise he heard behind him. It had been a very quiet noise, but it was definitely there. He looked around to see nothing. He continued to follow the human.
The human walked out onto the side walk. Icarus moved to do the same, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose-noting that everything was newly engulfed in green,- but never succeeded in doing so for he was pulled back into the alley and shoved against the wall by an unseen force. Letting his war instincts kick in, he ducked under the arm about to punch him. Icarus shoved his thumb into the pressure point in the mans arm, making the grip on him loosen. Taking the opportunity to come back, he slammed the man into the wall, shoved his thumb into the corner of the man's left eye paralyzing him momentarily. In that same second, he had his staff out and the blade aimed right at the mans throat.
Reading the man's thoughts, he could tell he was just an amateur thief.
"You have my mercy lad," Icarus said, not even attempting to hide his accent. And just like that, Icarus was traveling by rooftops, keeping in time with the human he was was 'stalking'