Post by doomsdaylee on Jan 1, 2008 10:51:12 GMT -5
Name: Drake Demoni
Age: 3304 (Or whatever is the demon equivalent to 28)
Gender: Male
Race: Demon...?
Rank: F
Class/Monster:NinWarrior
Realm: Netherworld
Weapon Skills/Abilites/Magic: None...yet
Appearance: A young, fit man who wears the basic Warrior outfit, pants and no shirt. His hair is black with white roots, indicating he may be dying his hair. His hairstyle is a short, cropped look, leaving a little in the bangs deparment, but nothing anywhere else. His eyes are, without a doubt, the most interesting thing about him. They are red, yes, like other demons, but not as dark. The red is brightened, and possess a strange almost blue quality. His eyes are also incredibly expressive for a warrior. His pants are simple cloth, black, and his headband red, with the symbol for Power on the forehead.
Personality: Drake the Warrior is a cocky, arrogant fighter. This isn't to say this isn't earned. He possesses a strong sense of what is right and wrong, but doesn't seem to care. He respects strength, loyalty, and intelligence. Drake is also incredibly chivalrous, protecting women who can't protect themselves at every chance. However, when it comes to fighting, he is no nonsense, wanting to fight as hard as possible. Although he has no true worry about the "war" to become overlord, if the opportunity presented itself, he'd gladly take it.
Biography: Even from a very young age, Drake was trained in the ways of the sword by his father, Hector Demoni, in hopes that he would one day become Overlord. Hector had hated Laharls father for how soft he was, yet feared him for his strength, so he didn't hesitate to train Drake for the sole purpose of destroying him. As Drake grew and was harshly treated, bordering on abused, Hectors lessons were frequently contradicted by his mother, Sophia Demoni. This was also the only thing that kept him sane. Sophia was a kind, mysterious woman, who always hated the fact that Drake was trained so hard so young. Drake always found refuge in her arms. This proceded for many years, before at 1373 (Or the equivalent of 15) years of age, Drake returned from training with his twin, Zerik Demoni, to find Hector murdering Sophia. Drake, breaking down, and running, took only his mothers pocket mirror. (Yes, Sophias Mirror..a good chunk of his story was based around a single item XD). What had happened to his twin is unknown, and his older sister, Scarlet Demoni, had left before this had happened, only to find out later. Now Drake wanders the world in search of a purpose, a strong foe, and something to do.
Interests: Fighting, cute women, strong enemies, training, cloud/star gazing, music, (may be others..It's early and I've got a cold.)
Vassals: None
Other: Drake is a skilled blacksmith, but this marks the end of his skills. (May edit later)
Reminisce Shoppe Items: None (until I buy a sword)
Sample Roleplay: Drake sighed, meandering through the barrens of the neatherworld. Hands in his pockets, blade and supplies on his back, Drake seemed to be the picture of apathy. He knew his supplies were running low, but his training wasn't over, and he refused to get any more until this little endurance training of his was over. Three days left. His stomach protested fitfully, demanding food he didn't have. In truth, his supplies were twenty days worth of water, a hammer, tongs, a few things to keep him entertained, and weight bands for his training. After an hour of his stomach growling at him, Drake gave in, heading to town. Damn belly He thought, strolling towards town. He was so close! Oh well, 57 days wasn't bad. He was proud. Stopping at the entrance to the small village, he looked up to the sky. He didn't know what the day would hold, but he knew he was soon to find out.
Age: 3304 (Or whatever is the demon equivalent to 28)
Gender: Male
Race: Demon...?
Rank: F
Class/Monster:
Realm: Netherworld
Weapon Skills/Abilites/Magic: None...yet
Appearance: A young, fit man who wears the basic Warrior outfit, pants and no shirt. His hair is black with white roots, indicating he may be dying his hair. His hairstyle is a short, cropped look, leaving a little in the bangs deparment, but nothing anywhere else. His eyes are, without a doubt, the most interesting thing about him. They are red, yes, like other demons, but not as dark. The red is brightened, and possess a strange almost blue quality. His eyes are also incredibly expressive for a warrior. His pants are simple cloth, black, and his headband red, with the symbol for Power on the forehead.
Personality: Drake the Warrior is a cocky, arrogant fighter. This isn't to say this isn't earned. He possesses a strong sense of what is right and wrong, but doesn't seem to care. He respects strength, loyalty, and intelligence. Drake is also incredibly chivalrous, protecting women who can't protect themselves at every chance. However, when it comes to fighting, he is no nonsense, wanting to fight as hard as possible. Although he has no true worry about the "war" to become overlord, if the opportunity presented itself, he'd gladly take it.
Biography: Even from a very young age, Drake was trained in the ways of the sword by his father, Hector Demoni, in hopes that he would one day become Overlord. Hector had hated Laharls father for how soft he was, yet feared him for his strength, so he didn't hesitate to train Drake for the sole purpose of destroying him. As Drake grew and was harshly treated, bordering on abused, Hectors lessons were frequently contradicted by his mother, Sophia Demoni. This was also the only thing that kept him sane. Sophia was a kind, mysterious woman, who always hated the fact that Drake was trained so hard so young. Drake always found refuge in her arms. This proceded for many years, before at 1373 (Or the equivalent of 15) years of age, Drake returned from training with his twin, Zerik Demoni, to find Hector murdering Sophia. Drake, breaking down, and running, took only his mothers pocket mirror. (Yes, Sophias Mirror..a good chunk of his story was based around a single item XD). What had happened to his twin is unknown, and his older sister, Scarlet Demoni, had left before this had happened, only to find out later. Now Drake wanders the world in search of a purpose, a strong foe, and something to do.
Interests: Fighting, cute women, strong enemies, training, cloud/star gazing, music, (may be others..It's early and I've got a cold.)
Vassals: None
Other: Drake is a skilled blacksmith, but this marks the end of his skills. (May edit later)
Reminisce Shoppe Items: None (until I buy a sword)
Sample Roleplay: Drake sighed, meandering through the barrens of the neatherworld. Hands in his pockets, blade and supplies on his back, Drake seemed to be the picture of apathy. He knew his supplies were running low, but his training wasn't over, and he refused to get any more until this little endurance training of his was over. Three days left. His stomach protested fitfully, demanding food he didn't have. In truth, his supplies were twenty days worth of water, a hammer, tongs, a few things to keep him entertained, and weight bands for his training. After an hour of his stomach growling at him, Drake gave in, heading to town. Damn belly He thought, strolling towards town. He was so close! Oh well, 57 days wasn't bad. He was proud. Stopping at the entrance to the small village, he looked up to the sky. He didn't know what the day would hold, but he knew he was soon to find out.
