Post by Baako on Jul 12, 2014 0:02:47 GMT -6
Name: Baako
Class: Novice
Age:13
Born in: Bern
Appearance: A 4'10" boy who still has that childlike look about him. His dark brown skin is marred by scars from his life on the streets, with clothing that fare little better than rags. But even though his lot in life is not the best, Baako has a fire in his stern brown eyes that speak volumes of his tenacity. His black hair, which he must tend to himself since a barber is out of his price range, is almost comical in appearance. It is uneven, dirty and a little smelly, but most don't get close enough to notice.
Personality: Baako hates the weak. His entire life has been a fight, in one way or another, and in his eyes weakness means death. A firm believer in might makes right, Baako will do whatever he wants and is willing to kill anyone who tries to stop him. But, that doesn't mean he is a mindless brute. He is mindful of the strength of others, and while he hates to admit it, the teen realizes when someone else is stronger or when there is little to no chance of winning the fight. Surviving is the only goal for this bastard, and if it means running or hiding then he will do just that no matter how much it bruises his pride. So long as he lives to fight another day, to become stronger he'll do whatever it takes. Beyond that nothing else has any importance.
Story: He was five when the Bern civil war started, too young to fight or understand what was going on around him. Like many other children the war left him orphaned, one day his parents were there, and the next thing he knew fighting had claimed them. With that devastation came poverty, and in it children like him were often forgotten if not outright ignored. With men like Hargus ruling them there was little else to do but fight, and for those of them without parents fighting had become a necessity. War ravaged the land and Baako along with countless others were caught up in the vicious pace.
Most of them picked up the blade just to fend for themselves, using it to threaten shop keeps to give them food or rob careless people for gold. But there were others, Baako included, who did everything they could to utilize them. Baako was by no means a master, even a well trained soldier would find him easy prey, but after five years he could protect himself from other street rats. With Illia taking control of Bern things finally seemed to settle down, but for Baako that meant nothing. He was still poor, still a child with naught but the cloths on his back and the worn sword on his hip looking to carve out a place in this world.
Class: Novice
Age:13
Born in: Bern
Appearance: A 4'10" boy who still has that childlike look about him. His dark brown skin is marred by scars from his life on the streets, with clothing that fare little better than rags. But even though his lot in life is not the best, Baako has a fire in his stern brown eyes that speak volumes of his tenacity. His black hair, which he must tend to himself since a barber is out of his price range, is almost comical in appearance. It is uneven, dirty and a little smelly, but most don't get close enough to notice.
Personality: Baako hates the weak. His entire life has been a fight, in one way or another, and in his eyes weakness means death. A firm believer in might makes right, Baako will do whatever he wants and is willing to kill anyone who tries to stop him. But, that doesn't mean he is a mindless brute. He is mindful of the strength of others, and while he hates to admit it, the teen realizes when someone else is stronger or when there is little to no chance of winning the fight. Surviving is the only goal for this bastard, and if it means running or hiding then he will do just that no matter how much it bruises his pride. So long as he lives to fight another day, to become stronger he'll do whatever it takes. Beyond that nothing else has any importance.
Story: He was five when the Bern civil war started, too young to fight or understand what was going on around him. Like many other children the war left him orphaned, one day his parents were there, and the next thing he knew fighting had claimed them. With that devastation came poverty, and in it children like him were often forgotten if not outright ignored. With men like Hargus ruling them there was little else to do but fight, and for those of them without parents fighting had become a necessity. War ravaged the land and Baako along with countless others were caught up in the vicious pace.
Most of them picked up the blade just to fend for themselves, using it to threaten shop keeps to give them food or rob careless people for gold. But there were others, Baako included, who did everything they could to utilize them. Baako was by no means a master, even a well trained soldier would find him easy prey, but after five years he could protect himself from other street rats. With Illia taking control of Bern things finally seemed to settle down, but for Baako that meant nothing. He was still poor, still a child with naught but the cloths on his back and the worn sword on his hip looking to carve out a place in this world.
