Post by Anjem on Sept 26, 2011 20:04:50 GMT -6
Name:Anjem Sihir
Age:28
Height:5'11
Weight:176lb
Gender:Male
Race:Sorcerer-Mage
Appearance:
Personality:Likes to be mysterious, has a good sense of humor and is down to earth but when business is at hand he becomes much more serious.
Background:He was born into a special family who's tradition it was in ancient times to contract-kill monsters for townsfolk or whoever needed help. Raised in the family mansion up in Maine, which also served as the guild headquarters, he was trained by the family's guild members to carry on that tradition. As one of the few mages born into the family, he went into a special division of battle-mage type warriors and received much of his training in magic and with weapons. When he came of age, he was given his own sword specially made for him and forged with the family crest on it, and then he began completing contracts to slay monsters. His search for work eventually lead him out of Maine and to the south.
Role play Sample:Swiftly he walked through the forest, with only the moon for light. It must be close to midnight, but he would make it there just in time at the rate he was moving. The breeze rustled the leaves, and it was a cool crisp night. Everything seemed to be ordinary. Finally he arrived at the home, the lights in the windows dim, the howling of the wind eerie to all but Anjem. He walked up the front steps, his boots tapping on the stone. He knocked with two heavy thuds, and listened for an answer. "Who is that?" Called the voice through the door. "People are reporting strange noises coming from the area. Would you mind if I came inside?" replied Anjem. "No! Go away! I have already shown enough people that nothing is going on here! Go home and don't come back!" Called the voice quickly. He opened the door and stepped inside, and when the door was closed the sound of the wind disappeared completely. Dust covered the furniture, and the television screen was broken. Through a doorway, a feeble looking old man walked in. As the man saw the crest on Anjem's face mask, the man's expression changed from one of curiosity to one of horror. "No... It cannot be you!" Just as he finished those words, he let out a squeal of pain. Thick brown hair began to sprout all over his body, and his nails grew long and sharp...
Anjem slowly unsheathed his blade from under his robe, the light reflecting off the steel like that of the sun's. And soon, that same steel would be coated in glowing crimson.
Other (Abilities, etc):He should be skilled with his sword, and also able to use some handguns. His magic is not widely used, and is mostly illusions and support magic. Listed in order of strength:
-He can conjure a magic mist which obscures vision
-He can throw small magic bombs
-He can make it appear as though the sounds he is making are coming from another area
-He can dispel some dark magic
-He can form a magic shield as a last resort which can protect from things like fire, falling debris, etc; The harder it is to stop the more it would drain his energy
-He can form magic wings allowing flight, although this drains his energy quickly *Level 30
-He can teleport, however this drains his energy extremely quickly and if used too much or to teleport too far can make him lose consciousness *Starting from Level 25, Maximum distance is Lvl.^2 inches.
Breaking Point:The destruction of his family's mansion/guild headquarters.
(You can customize stats for your characters. 50 points total is allowed, distribute them however you'd like with a max of 10 points per stat.)
HP:6
Physical Attack:7
Physical Defense:4
Special Attack:5
Special Defense:6
Speed:4
Agility:7
Skill:6
Energy Reserves/Stamina:5
Age:28
Height:5'11
Weight:176lb
Gender:Male
Race:Sorcerer-Mage
Appearance:
Personality:Likes to be mysterious, has a good sense of humor and is down to earth but when business is at hand he becomes much more serious.
Background:He was born into a special family who's tradition it was in ancient times to contract-kill monsters for townsfolk or whoever needed help. Raised in the family mansion up in Maine, which also served as the guild headquarters, he was trained by the family's guild members to carry on that tradition. As one of the few mages born into the family, he went into a special division of battle-mage type warriors and received much of his training in magic and with weapons. When he came of age, he was given his own sword specially made for him and forged with the family crest on it, and then he began completing contracts to slay monsters. His search for work eventually lead him out of Maine and to the south.
Role play Sample:Swiftly he walked through the forest, with only the moon for light. It must be close to midnight, but he would make it there just in time at the rate he was moving. The breeze rustled the leaves, and it was a cool crisp night. Everything seemed to be ordinary. Finally he arrived at the home, the lights in the windows dim, the howling of the wind eerie to all but Anjem. He walked up the front steps, his boots tapping on the stone. He knocked with two heavy thuds, and listened for an answer. "Who is that?" Called the voice through the door. "People are reporting strange noises coming from the area. Would you mind if I came inside?" replied Anjem. "No! Go away! I have already shown enough people that nothing is going on here! Go home and don't come back!" Called the voice quickly. He opened the door and stepped inside, and when the door was closed the sound of the wind disappeared completely. Dust covered the furniture, and the television screen was broken. Through a doorway, a feeble looking old man walked in. As the man saw the crest on Anjem's face mask, the man's expression changed from one of curiosity to one of horror. "No... It cannot be you!" Just as he finished those words, he let out a squeal of pain. Thick brown hair began to sprout all over his body, and his nails grew long and sharp...
Anjem slowly unsheathed his blade from under his robe, the light reflecting off the steel like that of the sun's. And soon, that same steel would be coated in glowing crimson.
Other (Abilities, etc):He should be skilled with his sword, and also able to use some handguns. His magic is not widely used, and is mostly illusions and support magic. Listed in order of strength:
-He can conjure a magic mist which obscures vision
-He can throw small magic bombs
-He can make it appear as though the sounds he is making are coming from another area
-He can dispel some dark magic
-He can form a magic shield as a last resort which can protect from things like fire, falling debris, etc; The harder it is to stop the more it would drain his energy
-He can form magic wings allowing flight, although this drains his energy quickly *Level 30
-He can teleport, however this drains his energy extremely quickly and if used too much or to teleport too far can make him lose consciousness *Starting from Level 25, Maximum distance is Lvl.^2 inches.
Breaking Point:The destruction of his family's mansion/guild headquarters.
(You can customize stats for your characters. 50 points total is allowed, distribute them however you'd like with a max of 10 points per stat.)
HP:6
Physical Attack:7
Physical Defense:4
Special Attack:5
Special Defense:6
Speed:4
Agility:7
Skill:6
Energy Reserves/Stamina:5