Soan
Sept 21, 2009 17:27:07 GMT -6
Post by Soan on Sept 21, 2009 17:27:07 GMT -6
Name:Soan
Class:Myrmidon-Swordmaster eventually
Hair Color:Light Brown
Eye Color:Light Brown
Age: 18
Appearance:His skin is quite light since he doesn't like the heat. He's very tall about 6'1. His light brown hair goes just slightly past his shoulders. Soan usually has a cold, indifferent expression on his face. His weight is about 130 lb
Clothes:The piece of clothing he is always wearing is a red scarf around his neck usually partly hidden under his clothing. He wears a traditional Japanese sword fighter's outfit in a light mahogany color. He has brown leather fingerless gloves on his hands that go far past his wrists with loose wrist guards
Born in:Bulgar
Story:Soan was born in Bulgar but disliked contact with the nomadic tribes of Sacae. He wasn't sure why but living on the plains and traveling with so many people gave him the chills. Despite living in Bulgar he had a much better sword arm then he did with a bow. Not to mention the fact that when he was little he was terrified of horses and to this day still dislikes them.
As soon as he was old enough to take care of himself (15 or 16) he left Bulgar and headed in the direction of Bern. He traveled very slowly often stopping in locations for several days before he wanted to leave.
During this time he slowly but surely honed in his sword skills but directed away arenas since he was strictly against knocking yourself out for someone else's pleasure. Some where along this road Soan found himself a personal enemy. A knight from Bern named Coe, their two personalities clashed with Soan's distance and coldness and Coe's quick and burning temper. Something about that man made Soan feel like he was burning just by looking at him. Eventually Soan assasinated Coe, but in a split second of sheer excitment he paused and watched Coe slowly die. That one event put a touch of sadisticness in his personality. Up to this point in his life the years of traveling in solitude he had taken to liking being alone and staying away from others.
His skill with the sword of good, good but not yet great. He can hold his own pretty well in a one on one fight and at the very least avoid getting injured too badly, but since he's never been mass attacked, doesn't have the faintest clue how to deal with them. He usually acts cold in an attempt to ward people off since he has almost no social skills and will rudely and bluntly point things out.
Currently he is wandering around looking for more forks in the road and occasionally doing mercenary work. He is quite indifferent to who he works for, whether is the stereotypic bad guy or good guy.
Class:Myrmidon-Swordmaster eventually
Hair Color:Light Brown
Eye Color:Light Brown
Age: 18
Appearance:His skin is quite light since he doesn't like the heat. He's very tall about 6'1. His light brown hair goes just slightly past his shoulders. Soan usually has a cold, indifferent expression on his face. His weight is about 130 lb
Clothes:The piece of clothing he is always wearing is a red scarf around his neck usually partly hidden under his clothing. He wears a traditional Japanese sword fighter's outfit in a light mahogany color. He has brown leather fingerless gloves on his hands that go far past his wrists with loose wrist guards
Born in:Bulgar
Story:Soan was born in Bulgar but disliked contact with the nomadic tribes of Sacae. He wasn't sure why but living on the plains and traveling with so many people gave him the chills. Despite living in Bulgar he had a much better sword arm then he did with a bow. Not to mention the fact that when he was little he was terrified of horses and to this day still dislikes them.
As soon as he was old enough to take care of himself (15 or 16) he left Bulgar and headed in the direction of Bern. He traveled very slowly often stopping in locations for several days before he wanted to leave.
During this time he slowly but surely honed in his sword skills but directed away arenas since he was strictly against knocking yourself out for someone else's pleasure. Some where along this road Soan found himself a personal enemy. A knight from Bern named Coe, their two personalities clashed with Soan's distance and coldness and Coe's quick and burning temper. Something about that man made Soan feel like he was burning just by looking at him. Eventually Soan assasinated Coe, but in a split second of sheer excitment he paused and watched Coe slowly die. That one event put a touch of sadisticness in his personality. Up to this point in his life the years of traveling in solitude he had taken to liking being alone and staying away from others.
His skill with the sword of good, good but not yet great. He can hold his own pretty well in a one on one fight and at the very least avoid getting injured too badly, but since he's never been mass attacked, doesn't have the faintest clue how to deal with them. He usually acts cold in an attempt to ward people off since he has almost no social skills and will rudely and bluntly point things out.
Currently he is wandering around looking for more forks in the road and occasionally doing mercenary work. He is quite indifferent to who he works for, whether is the stereotypic bad guy or good guy.