Post by thetriangle on May 22, 2007 22:27:09 GMT 9.5
Name: Savan
Age: 13
Gender: male
Race: human
Class/Rank: Mercenary
Abilities: Has extensive training with spear and sword, also knows weapon-less combat techniques. He is very agile, and spends much time honing his speed so he can fight without thinking. His favorite weapon is the short sword. He can focus entirely on a single thing or problem without distraction.
Personality: Obsessed with training to the point where at times he thinks of nothing else for days, going without food or sleep. This can be very damaging to his health at times, but also serves to make him stronger in the long run. He feels no need for anything else in life apart from his training. His only goal in life is perfection of physical movement. He has no personal relationships, seeing them as a waist of time if the other person has nothing to teach him. He strives for his movements to be fluid and graceful in everything he does (which consists mostly of his training). Because his ultimate goal is not about fighting, his attacks often lack strength, but his speed will often make up for this in combat. He is almost totally devoid of emotion. He is seeking work as a mercenary to be put in a combat situation where he can learn more, and seeks jobs for this reason, regardless of morals. He does not like to kill, because it lacks grace, though he feels almost no remorse when he does. He has trouble interpreting subtle body language, except what he has consciously taught himself through observation. Everything he does is for his training. He is very uncomfortable standing or sitting still, but his ability to focus entirely on something means he can be absolutely motionless for hours on end. Where others see a problem, he often only sees the solution, and even has difficulty understanding there was a problem in the first place. At other times he has difficulty tying his shoes. He suffers from periodic seizures, but these never happen when he is training or fighting. He has come to believe that if his fighting form is perfect, he will be immortal. He rarely speaks.
Appearance: Just a little shorter than average height, he has short black hair and blue eyes. He is thin, and stronger than he looks. His face is mostly expressionless, and others find it difficult to describe. He wears clothes he finds easy to move in, and never wears armour.
Weapon/Magic: He carries a sword wherever he goes, and often carries a wooden staff as well.
History: He was the product of a happy home, his parents were farmers, and he was the fourth of 10 brothers. One day when he was 8, bandits came and robbed his family’s home, they killed everyone there, but he survived with a nasty head wound. He awoke with a very different personality to before the attack, and has since always felt the compulsion to be improving his fighting techniques. He would travel to different places looking for anybody who could teach him the skills he craved, robbing in order to pay for lessons. He soon felt he needed real fights to find perfection in improvised movements, and desires to became a mercenary.
Age: 13
Gender: male
Race: human
Class/Rank: Mercenary
Abilities: Has extensive training with spear and sword, also knows weapon-less combat techniques. He is very agile, and spends much time honing his speed so he can fight without thinking. His favorite weapon is the short sword. He can focus entirely on a single thing or problem without distraction.
Personality: Obsessed with training to the point where at times he thinks of nothing else for days, going without food or sleep. This can be very damaging to his health at times, but also serves to make him stronger in the long run. He feels no need for anything else in life apart from his training. His only goal in life is perfection of physical movement. He has no personal relationships, seeing them as a waist of time if the other person has nothing to teach him. He strives for his movements to be fluid and graceful in everything he does (which consists mostly of his training). Because his ultimate goal is not about fighting, his attacks often lack strength, but his speed will often make up for this in combat. He is almost totally devoid of emotion. He is seeking work as a mercenary to be put in a combat situation where he can learn more, and seeks jobs for this reason, regardless of morals. He does not like to kill, because it lacks grace, though he feels almost no remorse when he does. He has trouble interpreting subtle body language, except what he has consciously taught himself through observation. Everything he does is for his training. He is very uncomfortable standing or sitting still, but his ability to focus entirely on something means he can be absolutely motionless for hours on end. Where others see a problem, he often only sees the solution, and even has difficulty understanding there was a problem in the first place. At other times he has difficulty tying his shoes. He suffers from periodic seizures, but these never happen when he is training or fighting. He has come to believe that if his fighting form is perfect, he will be immortal. He rarely speaks.
Appearance: Just a little shorter than average height, he has short black hair and blue eyes. He is thin, and stronger than he looks. His face is mostly expressionless, and others find it difficult to describe. He wears clothes he finds easy to move in, and never wears armour.
Weapon/Magic: He carries a sword wherever he goes, and often carries a wooden staff as well.
History: He was the product of a happy home, his parents were farmers, and he was the fourth of 10 brothers. One day when he was 8, bandits came and robbed his family’s home, they killed everyone there, but he survived with a nasty head wound. He awoke with a very different personality to before the attack, and has since always felt the compulsion to be improving his fighting techniques. He would travel to different places looking for anybody who could teach him the skills he craved, robbing in order to pay for lessons. He soon felt he needed real fights to find perfection in improvised movements, and desires to became a mercenary.
