Renoir (Tiz's 1st Alt)
Jun 15, 2015 18:19:02 GMT -6
Post by Renoir on Jun 15, 2015 18:19:02 GMT -6
Name:Renoir
Class:Sniper
Age:25
Born in:Ilia
Appearance:Renoir is tall and slender, with little muscular tone. His skin is fair, light-- it would be angelic were it not for the fact that it is typically a bit dirty. His frame is lithe and not wide, and he is able to move quickly and quietly. He isn't intimidating, but his height is an advantage where his lack of muscles would otherwise present him as weak. His hair is long, wild, and white, like an arctic wolf. His mouth is small and well shaped, usually curved upwards in a charming smile. His eyes are a deep cerulean.
He wears unassuming tan trousers that fit snuggly against his legs, and a slender red tunic with his quiver slung over his shoulder, and a teal-colored shirt underneath his tunic for added warmth. He has knee high brown boots with soft leather heels that add two inches to his height.
Personality:Renoir is a master of guile, and was born with a silver tongue. While probably able to be a brilliant liar, he rarely does, unless speaking about his past. He is calm, quiet, and kind, though carefully reserved and introverted. He does not lead well, but he speaks well. He is dutiful, yet also guided in heart by his moral compass. He will never disobey an order from superiors, but he will rarely feel at ease with himself if he has to carry something out that would otherwise sicken him.
He doesn't open up to many, and the few he does know very little about him. His former comrades and the few people that live near him on the outskirts of Bern know his name, where he's from, but not what he did before moving to Bern.
His calmness and clear-headedness are ice cold and fierce, often being his best asset in combat. He is cunning and intelligent beyond measure, able to assess situations in such a way that he can avoid danger before he's ever put into it. He acts as a solid tactician, though he has never formally performed this role. These skills make him an excellent woodland hunter.
Story:Born to an above average Ilian family in name, Renoir was raised to become part of the military. Before the military occupation of Bern, Renoir’s father was an esteemed general with a knack for leadership and charm, a charismatic individual who lead his soldiers fearlessly when he needed to. Renoir didn’t quite inherit the innate leadership ability, but he did follow his father’s adaptable, vivid, charm. From a young age, he was taught to pull a bow string and strike true. Like his father, he became one with the Ilian woods— often staying out late to hunt small and big forest game, often providing his family with dinner through the late fall and early winter.
When he turned 18, Renoir’s father forced him to join the Ilian forces. Renoir had no positive or negative feelings about the event, considering he had known for years it was his duty to serve like his father had before him. With no real complaints he joined, and his skill was quickly recognized, and over the years, his promotions landed him a top spot among the ranged division.
As the time came that the Ilian forces invaded and took over Bern, Renoir did his duty with no qualms. He followed orders and shot true, earning the title of “Eagle Eye Ren” among his comrades. He fought with no hesitation, as if taking lives was second nature to him. He killed countless numbers of Bernese, soldiers and civilians alike. He even earned a medal for his supposed bravely, which he proudly displayed for a few days before becoming sick of the charm.
After a while, however, his feelings about the military occupation grew mixed. As he walked the streets, he could see how hated he was, how hated Ilia was, by the people of Bern. He had shrugged it off for years, having at this point spent a good chunk of his life among Ilian ranks, but it did, in time, sink into his heart. After witnessing the starvation of two small children whose homes had been deemed “Ilian property”, Renoir quietly resigned from his position with as much respect as could be afforded the Ilian military power. Without stating his true motivation, he was given leave after six and a half years of dedicated, potent service that left him with a high kill count and a notch or two on his belt.
When he left, Renoir moved into Bern. As quietly as he could, he helped the Bernese people where he could. When rebellion broke out, he didn’t join— he knew better than that, and he knew better than to give intel or military assistance to the Rebellion. He stayed on the side, picking up odd jobs when and where he could, and became a refuge for any lost or sick families. He provided limited medical care and refuge in his small home. To this day, he refuses to tell people that don’t recognize him where he came from, or that he was once in the military.
Class:Sniper
Age:25
Born in:Ilia
Appearance:Renoir is tall and slender, with little muscular tone. His skin is fair, light-- it would be angelic were it not for the fact that it is typically a bit dirty. His frame is lithe and not wide, and he is able to move quickly and quietly. He isn't intimidating, but his height is an advantage where his lack of muscles would otherwise present him as weak. His hair is long, wild, and white, like an arctic wolf. His mouth is small and well shaped, usually curved upwards in a charming smile. His eyes are a deep cerulean.
He wears unassuming tan trousers that fit snuggly against his legs, and a slender red tunic with his quiver slung over his shoulder, and a teal-colored shirt underneath his tunic for added warmth. He has knee high brown boots with soft leather heels that add two inches to his height.
Personality:Renoir is a master of guile, and was born with a silver tongue. While probably able to be a brilliant liar, he rarely does, unless speaking about his past. He is calm, quiet, and kind, though carefully reserved and introverted. He does not lead well, but he speaks well. He is dutiful, yet also guided in heart by his moral compass. He will never disobey an order from superiors, but he will rarely feel at ease with himself if he has to carry something out that would otherwise sicken him.
He doesn't open up to many, and the few he does know very little about him. His former comrades and the few people that live near him on the outskirts of Bern know his name, where he's from, but not what he did before moving to Bern.
His calmness and clear-headedness are ice cold and fierce, often being his best asset in combat. He is cunning and intelligent beyond measure, able to assess situations in such a way that he can avoid danger before he's ever put into it. He acts as a solid tactician, though he has never formally performed this role. These skills make him an excellent woodland hunter.
Story:Born to an above average Ilian family in name, Renoir was raised to become part of the military. Before the military occupation of Bern, Renoir’s father was an esteemed general with a knack for leadership and charm, a charismatic individual who lead his soldiers fearlessly when he needed to. Renoir didn’t quite inherit the innate leadership ability, but he did follow his father’s adaptable, vivid, charm. From a young age, he was taught to pull a bow string and strike true. Like his father, he became one with the Ilian woods— often staying out late to hunt small and big forest game, often providing his family with dinner through the late fall and early winter.
When he turned 18, Renoir’s father forced him to join the Ilian forces. Renoir had no positive or negative feelings about the event, considering he had known for years it was his duty to serve like his father had before him. With no real complaints he joined, and his skill was quickly recognized, and over the years, his promotions landed him a top spot among the ranged division.
As the time came that the Ilian forces invaded and took over Bern, Renoir did his duty with no qualms. He followed orders and shot true, earning the title of “Eagle Eye Ren” among his comrades. He fought with no hesitation, as if taking lives was second nature to him. He killed countless numbers of Bernese, soldiers and civilians alike. He even earned a medal for his supposed bravely, which he proudly displayed for a few days before becoming sick of the charm.
After a while, however, his feelings about the military occupation grew mixed. As he walked the streets, he could see how hated he was, how hated Ilia was, by the people of Bern. He had shrugged it off for years, having at this point spent a good chunk of his life among Ilian ranks, but it did, in time, sink into his heart. After witnessing the starvation of two small children whose homes had been deemed “Ilian property”, Renoir quietly resigned from his position with as much respect as could be afforded the Ilian military power. Without stating his true motivation, he was given leave after six and a half years of dedicated, potent service that left him with a high kill count and a notch or two on his belt.
When he left, Renoir moved into Bern. As quietly as he could, he helped the Bernese people where he could. When rebellion broke out, he didn’t join— he knew better than that, and he knew better than to give intel or military assistance to the Rebellion. He stayed on the side, picking up odd jobs when and where he could, and became a refuge for any lost or sick families. He provided limited medical care and refuge in his small home. To this day, he refuses to tell people that don’t recognize him where he came from, or that he was once in the military.
