Mokuba
Feb 19, 2017 17:20:09 GMT -6
Post by Mokuba on Feb 19, 2017 17:20:09 GMT -6
Name:Mokuba
Class:Myrmidon
Age:14
Born in:Etruria
Appearance:Mokuba is a White Male that is 5'7, with hair like Camilla, although it is black and goes to his shoulders. He has blue eyes and wears a long sleeved, silver colored shirt and black leather pants, also wearing mountain boots.
Personality:Although quiet, shy, and having a hard time trusting people when he first meets people, Mokuba is calm when it comes to battle. He has a never-say-die attitude and doesn't quit when in combat. Outside of combat, he is a wise, caring person who helps his comrades any way he can. He is like a big brother, although young.
History:A descendant of heroes, Mokuba had believed in peace in the world and wanted to prove it could be made, although he wanted to be a warrior like his father and grandfather before him. The belief of world peace made him a target for bullying because most of the children at his age believed what their leaders had taught them, and that was war. At the age of 10, he left home to train with his grandfather, who had lived farther in Etruria. 4 years had passed, and Mokuba soon learned that his parents were killed by a band of murderous thieves, who had searched the city for gold. Mokuba then left his home territory in the search of these people, and to bring peace to the world.
NPC fight:A battle against a band of ruffians. That's what Mokuba had gotten himself into this time. Although outnumbered, he wasn't going to give up. "Fine. I'll take you on." He said, pulling out his sword from his sheath. One by one, he fought off against them while moving like water in a stream, and his strikes were like a cobra, sinking its fangs into the prey. Shortly after, all of his opponents had fell. "Too easy... Next time, pick your battles. Don't let your captain do that for you." The novice told them, walking away.
PC fight:"What was this strength that I am facing off against?" This was the question he kept on his mind as the battle with this unknown assailant became harder for him to handle. Even though he took a huge beating, he slowly kept getting back to his feet, not willing to give up. "... Come on... I can do this all day.." He slurred a bit, looking at his opponent.
Class:Myrmidon
Age:14
Born in:Etruria
Appearance:Mokuba is a White Male that is 5'7, with hair like Camilla, although it is black and goes to his shoulders. He has blue eyes and wears a long sleeved, silver colored shirt and black leather pants, also wearing mountain boots.
Personality:Although quiet, shy, and having a hard time trusting people when he first meets people, Mokuba is calm when it comes to battle. He has a never-say-die attitude and doesn't quit when in combat. Outside of combat, he is a wise, caring person who helps his comrades any way he can. He is like a big brother, although young.
History:A descendant of heroes, Mokuba had believed in peace in the world and wanted to prove it could be made, although he wanted to be a warrior like his father and grandfather before him. The belief of world peace made him a target for bullying because most of the children at his age believed what their leaders had taught them, and that was war. At the age of 10, he left home to train with his grandfather, who had lived farther in Etruria. 4 years had passed, and Mokuba soon learned that his parents were killed by a band of murderous thieves, who had searched the city for gold. Mokuba then left his home territory in the search of these people, and to bring peace to the world.
NPC fight:A battle against a band of ruffians. That's what Mokuba had gotten himself into this time. Although outnumbered, he wasn't going to give up. "Fine. I'll take you on." He said, pulling out his sword from his sheath. One by one, he fought off against them while moving like water in a stream, and his strikes were like a cobra, sinking its fangs into the prey. Shortly after, all of his opponents had fell. "Too easy... Next time, pick your battles. Don't let your captain do that for you." The novice told them, walking away.
PC fight:"What was this strength that I am facing off against?" This was the question he kept on his mind as the battle with this unknown assailant became harder for him to handle. Even though he took a huge beating, he slowly kept getting back to his feet, not willing to give up. "... Come on... I can do this all day.." He slurred a bit, looking at his opponent.