Klain (Valins next atempt at an Alt)
Jan 4, 2014 22:46:06 GMT -6
Post by Klain on Jan 4, 2014 22:46:06 GMT -6
Name:Klain
Class: Mercenary
Alias:The Hydra
Hair: Black
Eyes: Piercing Green
Age: 23
Born In:Lycia (Santaruz)
Appearance: He Stands 5'11" with pale skin. He has Lean but powerful build. His medium hair is kept unkept. Outside of combat he has a slight deranged look in his eye. In combat he looks to be overjoyed and after his oppeant has fallen complete lose.
Personality: Klain id completely insane. He lives for the next fight and actively searchs them out. Outside of combat he speaks playfully and frankly. He loves harsh jokes which is enough to keep most away. Those who put up with him quickly find a sharp mind behind the madness that loves everything that he can't do, Make art, write story, loveing relationships, and hes more then willing to fight to preserve these things. When fighting someone Klain becomes overjoyed actively talking to his foe like their old friends, complementing form, cheering them on when they dodge his attacks. The longer the fight the greater his high and lower his low when its over. After the fight He becomes morbidly depressed lamenting all hes done and all he failed to do.
Clothing and armor: Klain wears a dark royal blue Shirt and dark brown pants and boots. His pauldrons, buckler, and gauntlets are metallic black. When travailing he wears Blood red cape with Five Hydra heads embroidered on it.
Backstory:Klain was born in band of brigands wear he was past to person to person as they grew tired of raising him. This happened so often he forgot what his original parents looked like. What got him through his childhood was swordsmanship. He trained every moment he could as soon as he was able to hold a sword. He left the band after he killed most of them while they slept when he was sixteen. He has sense then traveled from land to land fighting to make ends meet, sometimes as a town guard, sometimes a raider, a enforcer, a crusader, as long as he had someone to swing his sword at it didn't matter. As of late hes come to realize that for all he can do as a fighter there is nothing else he can do and has started studying art, with little success. He is becomeing a reasonable art cridick and he only killed one painter thus far.
Class: Mercenary
Alias:The Hydra
Hair: Black
Eyes: Piercing Green
Age: 23
Born In:Lycia (Santaruz)
Appearance: He Stands 5'11" with pale skin. He has Lean but powerful build. His medium hair is kept unkept. Outside of combat he has a slight deranged look in his eye. In combat he looks to be overjoyed and after his oppeant has fallen complete lose.
Personality: Klain id completely insane. He lives for the next fight and actively searchs them out. Outside of combat he speaks playfully and frankly. He loves harsh jokes which is enough to keep most away. Those who put up with him quickly find a sharp mind behind the madness that loves everything that he can't do, Make art, write story, loveing relationships, and hes more then willing to fight to preserve these things. When fighting someone Klain becomes overjoyed actively talking to his foe like their old friends, complementing form, cheering them on when they dodge his attacks. The longer the fight the greater his high and lower his low when its over. After the fight He becomes morbidly depressed lamenting all hes done and all he failed to do.
Clothing and armor: Klain wears a dark royal blue Shirt and dark brown pants and boots. His pauldrons, buckler, and gauntlets are metallic black. When travailing he wears Blood red cape with Five Hydra heads embroidered on it.
Backstory:Klain was born in band of brigands wear he was past to person to person as they grew tired of raising him. This happened so often he forgot what his original parents looked like. What got him through his childhood was swordsmanship. He trained every moment he could as soon as he was able to hold a sword. He left the band after he killed most of them while they slept when he was sixteen. He has sense then traveled from land to land fighting to make ends meet, sometimes as a town guard, sometimes a raider, a enforcer, a crusader, as long as he had someone to swing his sword at it didn't matter. As of late hes come to realize that for all he can do as a fighter there is nothing else he can do and has started studying art, with little success. He is becomeing a reasonable art cridick and he only killed one painter thus far.
