Post by Yony Katana on Apr 8, 2008 22:20:41 GMT -5
Character Name: Yony Katana
Age: 3,427
History (just a paragraph about your character): Yony Katana was an ancient warrior in Egypt, and lead armies through the stifling deserts to conquer the surrounding lands. Born of a Greek female who was captured as a slave by his Egyptian father, Yony was raised to be as ruthless as his father. When he died during battle, it was not at the hands of his enemy, but by the hand of his half-brother whom he had made it a habit of protecting on the battlefield. When he watched his brother shaking hands with the enemy as his lay dying in the sand, he called out to the goddess Artemis for his revenge.
Physical Description: His hair is colored black with random streaks of white throughout it. He is normally caught wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt and black leather pants with a long black duster. He stands at 6'5", though the boots he wears usually lifts him an inch or two more. When he is not wearing his coat, you can see Greek tattoos that snake up both arms and disappear in to his shirt that then covers his entire torso. He usually has daggers strapped to either forearm in the event that his primary weapon, being fire, should fail.
Breed (Dark-Hunter/Daimon/Squire/Mortal): Dark-Hunter
Sample RP (must be at least two paragraphs long): Sunshine. He hated sunshine. He much prefered the darkness of night. Why did the sun insist on tormenting him with its slow pattern across the sky each day? This was the best part of the day, when the sun finally went beyond the mountains and cast his town in darkness. A young male, short for his apparent age, though intimidating none-the-less, walked through the back allys of the city, searching for something to entertain him. He'd been moved here two centuries ago when he'd caused problems in Spain. He had complied with Acheron's orders, thinking that maybe now he could be free. His duster was absent this night, revealing his black sleeveless t-shirt and black pants. His skin was pale in comparison, making the greek tattoos on his arms stand out. He wore a pair of fingerless gloves craftsmanship and above them, twenty silver bracelets on each arm that coiled around two daggers on each forearm.
He cast his gaze about, hand resting easily at his belt where there seemed to be a type of portable blow torch with a blade attached to the head of it. He walked through the shadows, eyes darting around the humans that he passed until something to his right seemed particularly promising. Yes... a pack of Daimons with a young brunette. He arched a brow at the fake laughter he heard from them. Had humans grown so stupid in this time period that they could not sense that those they walked with were not human? Pathetic. He snorted softly to himself before leaping to the rooftop of the building nearest him and following the group as they walked. When they entered an ally and the human began to get antsy, he finally dropped down in to the center of them.
"Good evening, I was wondering if you might help me... I seem to be lost..." he stated, walking toward the male who seemed to be in charge. The word 'Dark-Hunter' was hissed at him, and he couldn't supress the smirk that showed the fangs that lurked within. "Indeed... now, come on... what sport is this young girl here? Why not try me instead?" he taunted, with a wave of his hand, the human girl fainted to the ground and left him to battle the four daimons around him. With a few round-house kicks, he'd knocked a few of them back, leaving him to draw out the blowtorch that was suddenly lit on fire and he thrust it forward in to the daimons chest and twisted the blade as he burst in to a fine gold powder. After dusting two more and another fleeing (of course), Yony knelt by the woman, a look of disgust on his features. He then lifted her in his arms and moved out of the ally to place her on a bench and pulled out a cell phone to call an ambulence. With that, he disappeared back in to the shadows, once more, seeking a way to curb his boredom.
Age: 3,427
History (just a paragraph about your character): Yony Katana was an ancient warrior in Egypt, and lead armies through the stifling deserts to conquer the surrounding lands. Born of a Greek female who was captured as a slave by his Egyptian father, Yony was raised to be as ruthless as his father. When he died during battle, it was not at the hands of his enemy, but by the hand of his half-brother whom he had made it a habit of protecting on the battlefield. When he watched his brother shaking hands with the enemy as his lay dying in the sand, he called out to the goddess Artemis for his revenge.
Physical Description: His hair is colored black with random streaks of white throughout it. He is normally caught wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt and black leather pants with a long black duster. He stands at 6'5", though the boots he wears usually lifts him an inch or two more. When he is not wearing his coat, you can see Greek tattoos that snake up both arms and disappear in to his shirt that then covers his entire torso. He usually has daggers strapped to either forearm in the event that his primary weapon, being fire, should fail.
Breed (Dark-Hunter/Daimon/Squire/Mortal): Dark-Hunter
Sample RP (must be at least two paragraphs long): Sunshine. He hated sunshine. He much prefered the darkness of night. Why did the sun insist on tormenting him with its slow pattern across the sky each day? This was the best part of the day, when the sun finally went beyond the mountains and cast his town in darkness. A young male, short for his apparent age, though intimidating none-the-less, walked through the back allys of the city, searching for something to entertain him. He'd been moved here two centuries ago when he'd caused problems in Spain. He had complied with Acheron's orders, thinking that maybe now he could be free. His duster was absent this night, revealing his black sleeveless t-shirt and black pants. His skin was pale in comparison, making the greek tattoos on his arms stand out. He wore a pair of fingerless gloves craftsmanship and above them, twenty silver bracelets on each arm that coiled around two daggers on each forearm.
He cast his gaze about, hand resting easily at his belt where there seemed to be a type of portable blow torch with a blade attached to the head of it. He walked through the shadows, eyes darting around the humans that he passed until something to his right seemed particularly promising. Yes... a pack of Daimons with a young brunette. He arched a brow at the fake laughter he heard from them. Had humans grown so stupid in this time period that they could not sense that those they walked with were not human? Pathetic. He snorted softly to himself before leaping to the rooftop of the building nearest him and following the group as they walked. When they entered an ally and the human began to get antsy, he finally dropped down in to the center of them.
"Good evening, I was wondering if you might help me... I seem to be lost..." he stated, walking toward the male who seemed to be in charge. The word 'Dark-Hunter' was hissed at him, and he couldn't supress the smirk that showed the fangs that lurked within. "Indeed... now, come on... what sport is this young girl here? Why not try me instead?" he taunted, with a wave of his hand, the human girl fainted to the ground and left him to battle the four daimons around him. With a few round-house kicks, he'd knocked a few of them back, leaving him to draw out the blowtorch that was suddenly lit on fire and he thrust it forward in to the daimons chest and twisted the blade as he burst in to a fine gold powder. After dusting two more and another fleeing (of course), Yony knelt by the woman, a look of disgust on his features. He then lifted her in his arms and moved out of the ally to place her on a bench and pulled out a cell phone to call an ambulence. With that, he disappeared back in to the shadows, once more, seeking a way to curb his boredom.