Post by Odin on Jan 31, 2009 7:34:53 GMT -5
Name: Odin VanRhyne
Age: 28
Race: Human
Class: Necromancer
Likes: Night time, Alcohol, Party scenes, Women, Praise, Power, Attention, Jokes, Games, Gore, Dead shit.
Dislikes: Rules, Conformity, Bright Lights, Boredom, Solitude, Tediousness.
Temperament: He is a generally laid back, quirky person who loves to stand out in a crowd and have fun. He has very few if any worries or cares at all.
Weapons: Carries a Wakizashi type blade that he keeps strapped to his right leg with the hilt in arms reach. He is quite proficient at using it, though he is not yet old enough to have as much practice as many other people.
Magic: As a necromancer, he can raise corpses as zombies, shadow walk, and manipulate minor facets of death. He is young and inexperienced though, and is not yet amazing at any of it, though his strongest point is the shadow walking.
Appearance: He is about five feet, nine inches tall and has a slim athletic build with dark, spiky hair and bright green eyes. He dresses mainly in black almost all the time and looks quite casual.
History: Born in an upper class family, Odin was expected to be many things; brilliant, which he was, attractive, which he was, well mannered, which he certainly was not, unless it suited him, and politically correct, which he absolutely was not. Odin refused to conform and the pressure to do so made him want to be even more rebellious. He spent a lot of time out on the streets with friends from lower class families and hanging out in rougher parts of town.
He got himself in too deep at the city cemetery one time and came face to face with a necromancer. Instead of being terrified and running, Odin was overly casual with the necromancer and when advanced upon, simply shoved the necromancer. His sparky attitude earned him a bewildered recognition there and a chance to see the ways of the necromancers. He felt a draw to the art and a sinister, sadistic pleasure at the ideas that ran through his head of the potential. He never looked back from the life he chose there, but has never taken the study so seriously as the master might like. He still spends as much time as possible playing around and having fun. His wasted potential could be a cause of distress to the master necromancer.
Aproved by Kerri
Age: 28
Race: Human
Class: Necromancer
Likes: Night time, Alcohol, Party scenes, Women, Praise, Power, Attention, Jokes, Games, Gore, Dead shit.
Dislikes: Rules, Conformity, Bright Lights, Boredom, Solitude, Tediousness.
Temperament: He is a generally laid back, quirky person who loves to stand out in a crowd and have fun. He has very few if any worries or cares at all.
Weapons: Carries a Wakizashi type blade that he keeps strapped to his right leg with the hilt in arms reach. He is quite proficient at using it, though he is not yet old enough to have as much practice as many other people.
Magic: As a necromancer, he can raise corpses as zombies, shadow walk, and manipulate minor facets of death. He is young and inexperienced though, and is not yet amazing at any of it, though his strongest point is the shadow walking.
Appearance: He is about five feet, nine inches tall and has a slim athletic build with dark, spiky hair and bright green eyes. He dresses mainly in black almost all the time and looks quite casual.
History: Born in an upper class family, Odin was expected to be many things; brilliant, which he was, attractive, which he was, well mannered, which he certainly was not, unless it suited him, and politically correct, which he absolutely was not. Odin refused to conform and the pressure to do so made him want to be even more rebellious. He spent a lot of time out on the streets with friends from lower class families and hanging out in rougher parts of town.
He got himself in too deep at the city cemetery one time and came face to face with a necromancer. Instead of being terrified and running, Odin was overly casual with the necromancer and when advanced upon, simply shoved the necromancer. His sparky attitude earned him a bewildered recognition there and a chance to see the ways of the necromancers. He felt a draw to the art and a sinister, sadistic pleasure at the ideas that ran through his head of the potential. He never looked back from the life he chose there, but has never taken the study so seriously as the master might like. He still spends as much time as possible playing around and having fun. His wasted potential could be a cause of distress to the master necromancer.
Aproved by Kerri