Rantz White
Sept 25, 2017 23:48:50 GMT -6
Post by Rantz White on Sept 25, 2017 23:48:50 GMT -6
Name: (Pome)Rantz White
Class: Mercenary
Age: 20
Born in: Bern
Appearance:
Rantz is a messy brown haired young man with brown-orangish colored eyes from Bern with a lean, muscular physique typical of one who has been to the military for a good number of years. Underneath his clothing is numerous cuts and slashes gained from his years of service and current years of conflict.
His choice of attire is quite crowded due to the fact he travels around a lot and carries virtually all of his possessions since he doesn't exactly have a home to put them in. Underneath all of it is simply a black tank top, black gloves, and brown long pants with numerous pockets.
Over all of that is a brown long sleeve shirt. He wears a dark silver breast plate over his upper torso that also has a plate that covers his back. He also has gauntlets and greaves of a similar color. It should be noted the limited armor he puts on is this color from constant use rather than it being what color they actually are so they're a good number of dents on it and the like. He carries a large brown backpack with numerous necessities.
He is also notable for carrying numerous sheathes on his belt. Two on his left, one on his right. Due to his attitude on weapons, only one of these sheathes has a sword due to the other two being broken from past jobs.
Personality: Rantz is someone who desires world peace. He genuinely desires a better world not just for his home country of Bern but for everywhere else at large. His loyalty to this dream is unshakable. To the point of madness even, most might claim.
To those he protects, Rantz could not be more compassionate. He is protective and will treat them delicately. To those who threaten those he protects, one cannot find a more brutal enemy, unrelenting as Rantz charges to take them down. Unfortunately to those he protects and those he harms, who falls into those categories can change at any time. Especially when Rantz believes that he protects begins to harm the world at large. He does not mind the switch should it happen, nor is he hindered by hesitation that one is normally plagued with. Should something be deemed a threat, he will slay it and shall do so with a smile. All for the sake of peace.
His years of military have not left him. His fervor for tranquility doesn’t blind him to the fact that he cannot act too hastily or alone. He displays a pragmatism and efficacy that is required if one has to end a battle fast. Rantz can indeed follow a commander’s orders to the T but should he find a way to end the battle sooner rather than later, he will likely take the action at worst and consider it at best.
History: Pomerantz was born to a simple house that has always been supportive to the Bern military. He was but another son in that line to take up arms for sake of the glory and defense of his country. His education was off to a rocky start. He wasn't all too good with a spear and he couldn't bond with any particular wyvern. But his skill with the sword and determination for a more glorious Bern still won him the expected military recognition that his family desired.
By the time he was seventeen, he saw his first grand scale battle, a mere slightly higher ranking grunt in the large battle in the City of Heroes. There, he saw it all; the demented foe that they all faced, but at the same time, the beauty of people of all corners of the land fighting side by side. Too many, the event that caused the City of Heroes to be stained in blood would be horrific. Pomerantz would see hope.
Even under Ilia rule, Pomerantz still served the Bern military dutifully despite the rest of his House’s objections and reservations on the fact that Bern is no longer truly run by Bernese. To him, it did not matter who ran the country. The country knew a semblance of peace after the chaos that came before. The young man would learn a rather harsh reality about those who are rather choosey about their protectors.
The rebellion was beginning to get out of hand. On top of the bloody battle at the Tournament of Arms, Pomerantz was stationed to protect Fort Macendew…which fell. While he was lucky to survive, his first and only act of hesitation occurred when he gazed upon Bern citizens among the numbers. The fort was conquered, and Pomerantz of House White has gone missing.
Troubling times are afoot. The destruction of Ostia, Etruria’s crusade, and the growing force of the undead threaten the people of the land. Appearing is a mercenary, one who goes by the name of Rantz, charging forward all too happy to fight.
NPC fight: Rantz's smile barely wavered. If it did, it was only because he was fighting through the pain brought on by a well placed arrow shot. His left arm was barely usable, it hit the upper area. Not the end of the world, but he had to be careful as he continued to run after the bandit.
Two more arrows. Rantz moved his head to the side to avoid an arrow to the forehead and raised his right gauntlet to give it a fresh new dent. However, the archer taking the time to fire these arrows was a mistake.
Rantz managed to close the distance and slice him across the chest. The man collapsed, clutching his free hand over his wound as his judge and executioner approached.
"W-why? We are only trying to survive!"
"The people you robbed were only trying to survive too. Some might be in more unfortunate situations than you are. They certainly didn't have the strength to retaliate against their attackers." Rantz approached much to the bandit's increasing horror. "You'll be joining your companions now." He raised his right hand, the blooded sword ended the trial then and there.
PC fight: Rantz stared at his opponent and drew out his sword. He knew nothing about this opponent. He could go about this two ways. Exercise caution or charge forward.
Exercise caution and he can prepare for his opponent's tactics. Charge forward and he can possibly kill his enemy before they could retaliate. As Rantz raised his sword, his mind has made a decision. To end the battle here and now. With the freshly drawn sword, he charged with the intent to dive the blade into his opponent's heart.
Class: Mercenary
Age: 20
Born in: Bern
Appearance:
Rantz is a messy brown haired young man with brown-orangish colored eyes from Bern with a lean, muscular physique typical of one who has been to the military for a good number of years. Underneath his clothing is numerous cuts and slashes gained from his years of service and current years of conflict.
His choice of attire is quite crowded due to the fact he travels around a lot and carries virtually all of his possessions since he doesn't exactly have a home to put them in. Underneath all of it is simply a black tank top, black gloves, and brown long pants with numerous pockets.
Over all of that is a brown long sleeve shirt. He wears a dark silver breast plate over his upper torso that also has a plate that covers his back. He also has gauntlets and greaves of a similar color. It should be noted the limited armor he puts on is this color from constant use rather than it being what color they actually are so they're a good number of dents on it and the like. He carries a large brown backpack with numerous necessities.
He is also notable for carrying numerous sheathes on his belt. Two on his left, one on his right. Due to his attitude on weapons, only one of these sheathes has a sword due to the other two being broken from past jobs.
Personality: Rantz is someone who desires world peace. He genuinely desires a better world not just for his home country of Bern but for everywhere else at large. His loyalty to this dream is unshakable. To the point of madness even, most might claim.
To those he protects, Rantz could not be more compassionate. He is protective and will treat them delicately. To those who threaten those he protects, one cannot find a more brutal enemy, unrelenting as Rantz charges to take them down. Unfortunately to those he protects and those he harms, who falls into those categories can change at any time. Especially when Rantz believes that he protects begins to harm the world at large. He does not mind the switch should it happen, nor is he hindered by hesitation that one is normally plagued with. Should something be deemed a threat, he will slay it and shall do so with a smile. All for the sake of peace.
His years of military have not left him. His fervor for tranquility doesn’t blind him to the fact that he cannot act too hastily or alone. He displays a pragmatism and efficacy that is required if one has to end a battle fast. Rantz can indeed follow a commander’s orders to the T but should he find a way to end the battle sooner rather than later, he will likely take the action at worst and consider it at best.
History: Pomerantz was born to a simple house that has always been supportive to the Bern military. He was but another son in that line to take up arms for sake of the glory and defense of his country. His education was off to a rocky start. He wasn't all too good with a spear and he couldn't bond with any particular wyvern. But his skill with the sword and determination for a more glorious Bern still won him the expected military recognition that his family desired.
By the time he was seventeen, he saw his first grand scale battle, a mere slightly higher ranking grunt in the large battle in the City of Heroes. There, he saw it all; the demented foe that they all faced, but at the same time, the beauty of people of all corners of the land fighting side by side. Too many, the event that caused the City of Heroes to be stained in blood would be horrific. Pomerantz would see hope.
Even under Ilia rule, Pomerantz still served the Bern military dutifully despite the rest of his House’s objections and reservations on the fact that Bern is no longer truly run by Bernese. To him, it did not matter who ran the country. The country knew a semblance of peace after the chaos that came before. The young man would learn a rather harsh reality about those who are rather choosey about their protectors.
The rebellion was beginning to get out of hand. On top of the bloody battle at the Tournament of Arms, Pomerantz was stationed to protect Fort Macendew…which fell. While he was lucky to survive, his first and only act of hesitation occurred when he gazed upon Bern citizens among the numbers. The fort was conquered, and Pomerantz of House White has gone missing.
Troubling times are afoot. The destruction of Ostia, Etruria’s crusade, and the growing force of the undead threaten the people of the land. Appearing is a mercenary, one who goes by the name of Rantz, charging forward all too happy to fight.
NPC fight: Rantz's smile barely wavered. If it did, it was only because he was fighting through the pain brought on by a well placed arrow shot. His left arm was barely usable, it hit the upper area. Not the end of the world, but he had to be careful as he continued to run after the bandit.
Two more arrows. Rantz moved his head to the side to avoid an arrow to the forehead and raised his right gauntlet to give it a fresh new dent. However, the archer taking the time to fire these arrows was a mistake.
Rantz managed to close the distance and slice him across the chest. The man collapsed, clutching his free hand over his wound as his judge and executioner approached.
"W-why? We are only trying to survive!"
"The people you robbed were only trying to survive too. Some might be in more unfortunate situations than you are. They certainly didn't have the strength to retaliate against their attackers." Rantz approached much to the bandit's increasing horror. "You'll be joining your companions now." He raised his right hand, the blooded sword ended the trial then and there.
PC fight: Rantz stared at his opponent and drew out his sword. He knew nothing about this opponent. He could go about this two ways. Exercise caution or charge forward.
Exercise caution and he can prepare for his opponent's tactics. Charge forward and he can possibly kill his enemy before they could retaliate. As Rantz raised his sword, his mind has made a decision. To end the battle here and now. With the freshly drawn sword, he charged with the intent to dive the blade into his opponent's heart.