Kadd Bane
Jan 30, 2012 3:21:33 GMT -6
Post by Kadd Bane on Jan 30, 2012 3:21:33 GMT -6
Name: Kadd Bane
Class*: Mercenary
Hair Color: Dark Blue
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 32
Appearance: Standing at six feet on the dot, Kadd weighs roughly around 180 lbs. If a person's thoughts or actions could effect how they appeared, that would be true for Kadd. He possesses a very sinister face, constantly calculating, and his expression is always as if he's in complete control of a situation. Strong from years of fighting, he has decently defined muscles that he enjoys flexing for his own amusement. He often strokes the small goatee at the point of his chin when he's thinking.
Clothes: Because of his profession, he cannot afford to wear too much since he's constantly on the move, but he does have spaulders, slightly hidden beneath a dark blue cloak draped about his shoulders. The cloak is a dark blue on the outside but a startling green on the inside. Beneath that is a plain black shirt and matching pants, rounding off his outfit with a pair of brown boots.
Born in: Sacae
Story: Kadd Bane was the third son born into a very kind and loving family. His parents were simple farmers, content to live off the land and live every day to it's fullest. Though nomadic in nature, they would often settle down in a particular place, and change location with the seasons. They lived on the very outskirts of Sacae for the most part, for there the land was more fertile, and there were fewer people to interact with. At a young age, his parents could already tell that Kadd was different from his other siblings. For one thing, when he was a baby he never cried. His parents were often concerned about him, and would rush into the room to see if he was alright, but he would always stare at them with those piercing blue eyes, always analyzing.
His interactions with his siblings as he grew up was another cause for concern. As the youngest of three boys, you'd think he would be the one picked on or left out, but it only ever happened once. When his eldest brother stole one of his favorite toys, he didn't whine or fuss, he simply smiled. The next day, his brother broke his arm. When his parents asked what happened, Kadd replied that they'd been climbing a tree, and his brother's hand had slipped and he'd fallen. In actuality, Kadd had invited his brother out to play, and they had indeed decided to climb a tree, but as they drew closer from the ground, Kadd pushed his brother. And the whole while, he always had a faint smile on his face. After that, his brothers didn't play with him anymore, they steered clear of him, as if afraid of what he'd do next.
At the age of 12, Kadd began to take a fascination in weapons. He'd begun to fashion his own makeshift weapons from wood or stone, in a crude imitation of the one's his father used for hunting. The first weapon he ever made was a knife, cut from a stone near his home. It was rough, and could easily cut him as well what he was trying to cut, so he considered it a failure. Using the stone knife, he next fashioned a bow, the arrows fashioned from wood with a stone arrowhead. Although this one worked to his specifications, he had no real success with it, so he dismissed it as a failure. He came to his father to ask him if he could have one of his weapons, but his father refused. He could see how his son was slowly changing, but he could think of nothing to help him. Unperturbed, Kadd continued his creation of makeshift weapons, but the first time he got his hands on a real one wasn't until a few years later.
Shortly after he turned 14, Kadd was wandering about the woods near his home early in the morning when he came across a lone thief, napping peacefully beneath a tree, wrapped up tightly in a cloak from head to toe. He drew closer, inspecting the slumbering person carefully. Spying a weapon on his person, Kadd silently drew the dagger from the thief's side, carefully examining it. He made more noise then he realized, as the thief suddenly woke up. Acting quickly, Kadd fell upon him, stabbing him between the ribs. As quickly as his eyes had popped open, so too did they shut. Removing the weapon from the lifeless corpse, Kadd removed the cloak from the thief's face, and was surprised to see that it was a woman. He couldn't help but smile slightly, as he wiped the woman's blood from his knew knife in her cloak, before returning home. He now used the knife to whittle rather then the stone, and he spent more and more time away from his family, wandering the woods.
At the ripe age of 21, Kadd had been working with his family side by side during the seasons for farming, and he had grown sick and tired of his sedentary lifestyle. He lay down for bed that very night, staring up above him without even seeing. His mind was working a mile a minute, his brain scheming nonstop until he came up with a plan that seemed suitable. That very night, he took his knife, crept to ever member of his family and slit their throats as they slept. All the while, he had that faint smile on his face, as the blood of his family drenched him. Discarding the knife, he took his father's sword and bow, leaving the corpses of his family where they lay. He'd never felt so free before in his life. The faint smile he always wore spread into a grin, as he thought of where to go next. He left Sacae, and took to wandering from town to town, doing odd jobs to make money. He made a reputation for himself as a mercenary, even going so far as to do bounty hunter work, killing any marks a client deemed as a target.
He was on top of the world, but he still felt like something was missing. He loved his profession, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something more he needed to do. Whatever it was, he couldn't quite put his finger on. He felt so fulfilled, and yet, so empty...
RP sample(cuz I like doin stuff like that):
Kadd licked his lips in excitement, the grip on his blade tightening as he watched the procession before him. It was a single Merchant caravan, surrounded by four guards. The caravan was on it's way to Ilia, but wouldn't reach much further then where it was if Kadd had anything to say about it. He had been hired by a man to waylay the caravan and claim whatever was in it, and depending on how much was there, determined his pay. Only thing was, he wasn't the only one hired for the job. Three other mercenaries had been hired, an axe wielding fighter named Waylon, and a pair of swordsmen brothers named Striker, and Mathias. They were split up on either side of the road, Striker and Mathias on one side, and Kadd and Waylon on the other, watching the caravan wind it's way between them.
Hardly daring to breath, Kadd stared unblinkingly at the caravan, their presence hidden by the dense forest. Waylon nudged Kadd to get his attention. Once he had it, he nodded to him, and Kadd slowly drew his sword. He eyed the guard near the end of the procession, a soldier wielding a spear and shield. It would be a tough fight, but so long as his partners weren't useless, they could win. A slight rustling across from them caused the procession to slow. They turned their attention to the other side of the road, where the brothers were hiding. Kadd could see the wheels turning in their heads as they began to piece what was sure to happen, but he didn't give them the chance to make the first move. "NOW!!" He roared, and as one the mercenaries burst from the bush.
Kadd charged straight ahead at the spearman in front of him, who turned about in surprised. Jumping in the air right before reaching him, he swung down with all his might toward the soldier's helm. Unfortunately, the soldier was no novice. He deflected the blow with his shield, recovering quickly from the surprise attack. He held his shield out in front of him, his spear resting on the top, as he jabbed at Kadd. Dodging to the side or deflecting the point when he could, Kadd circled slowly as he looked for an opening. A powerful thrust from the spear caused him to stumble back, and the soldier pressed his advantage. Charging towards him, the soldier thrust his shield at Kadd's chest. Buffeted by the blow, he stumbled back and hit the ground, and the soldier fell upon him, raining down a string of jabs in an attempt to finish him. Rolling to and fro, Kadd managed to avoid the deadly bite of the spear. Somehow he managed to get back to his feet, breathing hard. The soldier charged him again, smelling victory. He overextended however, putting too much force behind his next thrust, and lost his balance. Kadd managed to avoid the thrust and slip past the spear, releasing a might stab of his own toward the man's stomach. His blade hit home, and he felt the man grow limp beneath his blade, staggering back. He dropped his spear, falling to his knees as he cradled his wound.
Kadd wiped the sweat from his forehead, taking the time to look around to see how his companions were faring. He nodded his approval, as Waylon and Mathias had already dispatched their opponent, Striker the only one still fighting, who had clearly outmatched his opponent. Turning back to his own foe, Kadd stepped towards him, a slow smile creeping across his face. "Please..." the man said, his face growing pale, though it was uncertain if it was from the wound or from the look on Kadd's face. "Please..." the man repeated, as Kadd finally reached him. "Sorry, no can do. No survivors," he said with a grin, and with a single stroke he removed the man's head from his shoulders. "That was a bit much, don't you think?" Waylon called. He walked over towards him, his ax hefted on his shoulder, as Striker and Mathias began to dig through the caravan for it's valuables. "Not at all. He made me work for the kill, so I figured he deserved to die," he said with a shrug. Noticing a slight wound on Waylon's shoulder, he nodded towards him. "Looks like your man made you work for it too." Frowning, Waylon turned away. "Whatever. Let's get this over with so we can go."
As they approached, Striker emerged with a small chest, he and his brother grinning profusely. "Just check the contents. Good bit of gold here, and the box itself has got to be worth a pretty penny too," Mathias said, pounding his brother on the back. "So quiet the payday, eh? Alright, let's get moving," Waylon said. They all turned to leave, turning down the round to head back to the employer, Waylon in the front, Mathias and Striker in the middle, and Kadd bringing up the rear. "They walked for an hour, before Kadd decided that was long enough. "This'll do," he said, drawing his sword. "Wha-?" Before he could even react, Mathias was struck down by Kadd's blade. Striker, still holding the chest, was too slow to react to his brother's death, and met the same fate, as Kadd drove the point of his blade through his heart. As he withdrew his blade, he leaned back to evade the swing of Waylon's ax. "Are you crazy?! What did you do that for?!" Waylon exclaimed. Chuckling, Kadd shrugged. "Well naturally, if you three aren't around, my share will be even bigger. And to be fair, I don't plan on giving this to my employer either. When he pays me, I'll kill him too." Waylon stared at him with a look of disgust, readjusting the grip on the haft of his ax. "You're sick. And there's no way I'll let you get away with this." Kadd gave him that faint smile, raising his sword. "That all depends on if you can stop me."
They stared at each other for several minutes, neither moving, waiting on the other to make the decisive move. Kadd grew impatient, and charged forward, jabbing at Waylon's stomach. Deflecting the attack with the wide end of his ax, Waylon swung his ax in a diagonal arc upward, causing Kadd to take a half step back. Waylon didn't charge him, but took large steps forward, swinging his ax in such a manner that it was impossible for Kadd to step in after his swings. When he tried to step in to attack, Waylon swung with a mighty downward chop. Raising his sword, Kadd blocked the attack, but the force of the blow was enough to bring him to his knees. Waylon pressed down for all he was worth, tried to break Kadd's blade and chop him in half in the same process. They were staring each other down, Waylon's eyes clouded with hate as he spat,"You'll pay for it. You won't live to regret it." Still struggling, Kadd still smiled back. "We'll see," he grunted, shifting his weight slightly. He allowed Waylon's ax to slide from his blade, burying the large blade into the dirt. Stepping forward, he released a slash across his side, and Waylon staggered forward a step, before collapsing. Panting heavily, Kadd stood to his feet. "Now that was a fight. Best I've had in ages," he said with a grin. He stepped over to Striker's corpse, grabbing the chest of gold.
Stepping back towards the road, he walked past Waylon, who still clung to life. "Why...?" he said, spitting up a glob of blood. Kadd stopped for a moment, as if he were truly considering his words. Turning back around, he gave him the same smile he always had. Opening the chest, he dug inside and removed a single gold coin, flicking it at him. "A memento of our meeting. You just drew a bad hand in this game." The coin bounced once on the ground in front of him, and with a single stroke, Waylon knocked the coin away. "Curse you Kadd Bane. Curse you for the devil that you are...!" Still smiling, Kadd turned away. "Right you are. I do so love manipulating people. And I am rather fond of the heat. But a devil is quite the accurate name for me. I do often feel like I just want to watch the world burn..."
Class*: Mercenary
Hair Color: Dark Blue
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 32
Appearance: Standing at six feet on the dot, Kadd weighs roughly around 180 lbs. If a person's thoughts or actions could effect how they appeared, that would be true for Kadd. He possesses a very sinister face, constantly calculating, and his expression is always as if he's in complete control of a situation. Strong from years of fighting, he has decently defined muscles that he enjoys flexing for his own amusement. He often strokes the small goatee at the point of his chin when he's thinking.
Clothes: Because of his profession, he cannot afford to wear too much since he's constantly on the move, but he does have spaulders, slightly hidden beneath a dark blue cloak draped about his shoulders. The cloak is a dark blue on the outside but a startling green on the inside. Beneath that is a plain black shirt and matching pants, rounding off his outfit with a pair of brown boots.
Born in: Sacae
Story: Kadd Bane was the third son born into a very kind and loving family. His parents were simple farmers, content to live off the land and live every day to it's fullest. Though nomadic in nature, they would often settle down in a particular place, and change location with the seasons. They lived on the very outskirts of Sacae for the most part, for there the land was more fertile, and there were fewer people to interact with. At a young age, his parents could already tell that Kadd was different from his other siblings. For one thing, when he was a baby he never cried. His parents were often concerned about him, and would rush into the room to see if he was alright, but he would always stare at them with those piercing blue eyes, always analyzing.
His interactions with his siblings as he grew up was another cause for concern. As the youngest of three boys, you'd think he would be the one picked on or left out, but it only ever happened once. When his eldest brother stole one of his favorite toys, he didn't whine or fuss, he simply smiled. The next day, his brother broke his arm. When his parents asked what happened, Kadd replied that they'd been climbing a tree, and his brother's hand had slipped and he'd fallen. In actuality, Kadd had invited his brother out to play, and they had indeed decided to climb a tree, but as they drew closer from the ground, Kadd pushed his brother. And the whole while, he always had a faint smile on his face. After that, his brothers didn't play with him anymore, they steered clear of him, as if afraid of what he'd do next.
At the age of 12, Kadd began to take a fascination in weapons. He'd begun to fashion his own makeshift weapons from wood or stone, in a crude imitation of the one's his father used for hunting. The first weapon he ever made was a knife, cut from a stone near his home. It was rough, and could easily cut him as well what he was trying to cut, so he considered it a failure. Using the stone knife, he next fashioned a bow, the arrows fashioned from wood with a stone arrowhead. Although this one worked to his specifications, he had no real success with it, so he dismissed it as a failure. He came to his father to ask him if he could have one of his weapons, but his father refused. He could see how his son was slowly changing, but he could think of nothing to help him. Unperturbed, Kadd continued his creation of makeshift weapons, but the first time he got his hands on a real one wasn't until a few years later.
Shortly after he turned 14, Kadd was wandering about the woods near his home early in the morning when he came across a lone thief, napping peacefully beneath a tree, wrapped up tightly in a cloak from head to toe. He drew closer, inspecting the slumbering person carefully. Spying a weapon on his person, Kadd silently drew the dagger from the thief's side, carefully examining it. He made more noise then he realized, as the thief suddenly woke up. Acting quickly, Kadd fell upon him, stabbing him between the ribs. As quickly as his eyes had popped open, so too did they shut. Removing the weapon from the lifeless corpse, Kadd removed the cloak from the thief's face, and was surprised to see that it was a woman. He couldn't help but smile slightly, as he wiped the woman's blood from his knew knife in her cloak, before returning home. He now used the knife to whittle rather then the stone, and he spent more and more time away from his family, wandering the woods.
At the ripe age of 21, Kadd had been working with his family side by side during the seasons for farming, and he had grown sick and tired of his sedentary lifestyle. He lay down for bed that very night, staring up above him without even seeing. His mind was working a mile a minute, his brain scheming nonstop until he came up with a plan that seemed suitable. That very night, he took his knife, crept to ever member of his family and slit their throats as they slept. All the while, he had that faint smile on his face, as the blood of his family drenched him. Discarding the knife, he took his father's sword and bow, leaving the corpses of his family where they lay. He'd never felt so free before in his life. The faint smile he always wore spread into a grin, as he thought of where to go next. He left Sacae, and took to wandering from town to town, doing odd jobs to make money. He made a reputation for himself as a mercenary, even going so far as to do bounty hunter work, killing any marks a client deemed as a target.
He was on top of the world, but he still felt like something was missing. He loved his profession, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something more he needed to do. Whatever it was, he couldn't quite put his finger on. He felt so fulfilled, and yet, so empty...
RP sample(cuz I like doin stuff like that):
Kadd licked his lips in excitement, the grip on his blade tightening as he watched the procession before him. It was a single Merchant caravan, surrounded by four guards. The caravan was on it's way to Ilia, but wouldn't reach much further then where it was if Kadd had anything to say about it. He had been hired by a man to waylay the caravan and claim whatever was in it, and depending on how much was there, determined his pay. Only thing was, he wasn't the only one hired for the job. Three other mercenaries had been hired, an axe wielding fighter named Waylon, and a pair of swordsmen brothers named Striker, and Mathias. They were split up on either side of the road, Striker and Mathias on one side, and Kadd and Waylon on the other, watching the caravan wind it's way between them.
Hardly daring to breath, Kadd stared unblinkingly at the caravan, their presence hidden by the dense forest. Waylon nudged Kadd to get his attention. Once he had it, he nodded to him, and Kadd slowly drew his sword. He eyed the guard near the end of the procession, a soldier wielding a spear and shield. It would be a tough fight, but so long as his partners weren't useless, they could win. A slight rustling across from them caused the procession to slow. They turned their attention to the other side of the road, where the brothers were hiding. Kadd could see the wheels turning in their heads as they began to piece what was sure to happen, but he didn't give them the chance to make the first move. "NOW!!" He roared, and as one the mercenaries burst from the bush.
Kadd charged straight ahead at the spearman in front of him, who turned about in surprised. Jumping in the air right before reaching him, he swung down with all his might toward the soldier's helm. Unfortunately, the soldier was no novice. He deflected the blow with his shield, recovering quickly from the surprise attack. He held his shield out in front of him, his spear resting on the top, as he jabbed at Kadd. Dodging to the side or deflecting the point when he could, Kadd circled slowly as he looked for an opening. A powerful thrust from the spear caused him to stumble back, and the soldier pressed his advantage. Charging towards him, the soldier thrust his shield at Kadd's chest. Buffeted by the blow, he stumbled back and hit the ground, and the soldier fell upon him, raining down a string of jabs in an attempt to finish him. Rolling to and fro, Kadd managed to avoid the deadly bite of the spear. Somehow he managed to get back to his feet, breathing hard. The soldier charged him again, smelling victory. He overextended however, putting too much force behind his next thrust, and lost his balance. Kadd managed to avoid the thrust and slip past the spear, releasing a might stab of his own toward the man's stomach. His blade hit home, and he felt the man grow limp beneath his blade, staggering back. He dropped his spear, falling to his knees as he cradled his wound.
Kadd wiped the sweat from his forehead, taking the time to look around to see how his companions were faring. He nodded his approval, as Waylon and Mathias had already dispatched their opponent, Striker the only one still fighting, who had clearly outmatched his opponent. Turning back to his own foe, Kadd stepped towards him, a slow smile creeping across his face. "Please..." the man said, his face growing pale, though it was uncertain if it was from the wound or from the look on Kadd's face. "Please..." the man repeated, as Kadd finally reached him. "Sorry, no can do. No survivors," he said with a grin, and with a single stroke he removed the man's head from his shoulders. "That was a bit much, don't you think?" Waylon called. He walked over towards him, his ax hefted on his shoulder, as Striker and Mathias began to dig through the caravan for it's valuables. "Not at all. He made me work for the kill, so I figured he deserved to die," he said with a shrug. Noticing a slight wound on Waylon's shoulder, he nodded towards him. "Looks like your man made you work for it too." Frowning, Waylon turned away. "Whatever. Let's get this over with so we can go."
As they approached, Striker emerged with a small chest, he and his brother grinning profusely. "Just check the contents. Good bit of gold here, and the box itself has got to be worth a pretty penny too," Mathias said, pounding his brother on the back. "So quiet the payday, eh? Alright, let's get moving," Waylon said. They all turned to leave, turning down the round to head back to the employer, Waylon in the front, Mathias and Striker in the middle, and Kadd bringing up the rear. "They walked for an hour, before Kadd decided that was long enough. "This'll do," he said, drawing his sword. "Wha-?" Before he could even react, Mathias was struck down by Kadd's blade. Striker, still holding the chest, was too slow to react to his brother's death, and met the same fate, as Kadd drove the point of his blade through his heart. As he withdrew his blade, he leaned back to evade the swing of Waylon's ax. "Are you crazy?! What did you do that for?!" Waylon exclaimed. Chuckling, Kadd shrugged. "Well naturally, if you three aren't around, my share will be even bigger. And to be fair, I don't plan on giving this to my employer either. When he pays me, I'll kill him too." Waylon stared at him with a look of disgust, readjusting the grip on the haft of his ax. "You're sick. And there's no way I'll let you get away with this." Kadd gave him that faint smile, raising his sword. "That all depends on if you can stop me."
They stared at each other for several minutes, neither moving, waiting on the other to make the decisive move. Kadd grew impatient, and charged forward, jabbing at Waylon's stomach. Deflecting the attack with the wide end of his ax, Waylon swung his ax in a diagonal arc upward, causing Kadd to take a half step back. Waylon didn't charge him, but took large steps forward, swinging his ax in such a manner that it was impossible for Kadd to step in after his swings. When he tried to step in to attack, Waylon swung with a mighty downward chop. Raising his sword, Kadd blocked the attack, but the force of the blow was enough to bring him to his knees. Waylon pressed down for all he was worth, tried to break Kadd's blade and chop him in half in the same process. They were staring each other down, Waylon's eyes clouded with hate as he spat,"You'll pay for it. You won't live to regret it." Still struggling, Kadd still smiled back. "We'll see," he grunted, shifting his weight slightly. He allowed Waylon's ax to slide from his blade, burying the large blade into the dirt. Stepping forward, he released a slash across his side, and Waylon staggered forward a step, before collapsing. Panting heavily, Kadd stood to his feet. "Now that was a fight. Best I've had in ages," he said with a grin. He stepped over to Striker's corpse, grabbing the chest of gold.
Stepping back towards the road, he walked past Waylon, who still clung to life. "Why...?" he said, spitting up a glob of blood. Kadd stopped for a moment, as if he were truly considering his words. Turning back around, he gave him the same smile he always had. Opening the chest, he dug inside and removed a single gold coin, flicking it at him. "A memento of our meeting. You just drew a bad hand in this game." The coin bounced once on the ground in front of him, and with a single stroke, Waylon knocked the coin away. "Curse you Kadd Bane. Curse you for the devil that you are...!" Still smiling, Kadd turned away. "Right you are. I do so love manipulating people. And I am rather fond of the heat. But a devil is quite the accurate name for me. I do often feel like I just want to watch the world burn..."
