Post by Zane on Aug 2, 2012 0:12:20 GMT -6
Name: Zane "Silver Tongue" Haskill
Age: 23
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 167
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Laid back and happy, Zane is almost never in a bad mood. Or, at least he doesn't show it outwardly. Zane will usually never throw a punch, or fight in any way, preferring to talk his way through situations. When all else fails, though, he does have a good amount of skill in hand to hand fights, which may be the only thing keeping him alive.
Zane likes to look at everyone as a 'friend' sometimes more to get something out of them, favors or otherwise. Deep down, Zane is calculating and does everything he does to further his own goals. Not inherently evil, but not inherently good, either.
Background: Zane grew up in the heart of San Francisco. He always enjoyed the cool breeze floating in from the ocean, carrying with it the salty scent of the waves. The hustle and the bustle of the city kept him going in even his 'bad' times.
His parents died at a young age, and he started developing skills to help survive on the streets. Sleight of hand tricks were his first, learning to steal what little food he needed, or cheat people out of a bit of money while placing bets. Then, once that became almost too dangerous to continue, he started using the power of his voice, concocting elaborate stories to get people to pity him, and help him out voluntarily.
After realizing this was a better way to do things, he started advancing into Cons. His major Con was a jewelry repairman. He would take in plenty of necklaces and rings, and took them to a friend of his who bought them on the other side of the city. Once this con caught up with him, he left the city with a substantial amount of money, paying his way across the country, finally landing in New York.
When he arrived, he took in the almost familiar cityscape which reminded him a lot of San Francisco. He took to the city life quickly, gathering a quick following of friends, both on the lighter side, as well as the seedier side of the city. He didn't have to drop back to his old ways as a primary source of living, but he still ran some minor cons to get a little extra cash.
Zane now resides in an apartment with one of his friends, a DJ from "Neon," a nightclub that Zane frequents. He paid off the apartments rent for the two years, so neither occupant had to worry.
Roleplay Sample: Andrew spun his Scythe around and stopped it just before it hit the other VDF member. "PAH. They sent a fricken babysitter? I told them I could handle this." He grumbled, pulling the scythe away and holding it over his shoulder. He grinned slightly as Sofia showed her dislike of his trophy. "Awe, come on Sofia. I've gotta take a trophy. Im turning them into armor, after all." he said with a grin. He knew it would help out in the long run, especially with the big picture in mind. He grinned, and then spun on his heels, hearing a growling behind them. Another pair of Manticores lumbered from a nook in the wall, and growled at the Claws that were disturbing their peace. They were a good bit bigger than the first one that he felled.
"Their distortion is the heat around us itself. Be careful." He said, backing up slightly, only to hear more growls from behind him. Minor viruses, but still, if they were left unchecked, there could be a problem. "Take the crew behind us. I'll take the Manticores..." He said with a grumble. He darted forward, jumping over the Manticore's snapping Jaws, swinging and cutting through ones Tail. The other attempted to strike at him, and he slid sideways, off the things back. The manticore struck itself with it's tail, splitting it's own chip. "NO! SUNUVABITCH!" He growled, moving forward and attempting to cut through its tail, but it dissipated too quick. He grumbled and felt the extreme pressure hit his back, throwing himself into the nook the Manticores had come from. It growled into the nook once, and then turned, looking at Sofia with a hungry glare.
Abilities: Persuasion.
Zane is skilled at manipulating people through speech. He can use his gift to implant suggestions into people. These suggestions are strong enough to have people act upon them naturally. These do not work, however, if it's against what the victim stands for, or will outright kill. He can't have a Nun rob a convenience store, or a person to dive headfirst off the Brooklyn Bridge. But, he could convince a store owner to give a discount, or to convince someone to swallow their fear and do something they've always wanted to.
There is a minor downside to this, however. Aside from the normal radio wave interference, Zanes tongue also takes on a light grey, almost silver, hue. This lends to his nickname of "Silver Tongue."
Breaking Point:
Imminent death of Victoria or Charolette Strider
Starting Stat Exp:
HP: 420
Energy: 450
Attack: 450
Defense: 345
Speed: 430
Agility: 370
Magic Power: 435
Magic Defense: 400
Magic Skill: 300
Age: 23
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 167
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Laid back and happy, Zane is almost never in a bad mood. Or, at least he doesn't show it outwardly. Zane will usually never throw a punch, or fight in any way, preferring to talk his way through situations. When all else fails, though, he does have a good amount of skill in hand to hand fights, which may be the only thing keeping him alive.
Zane likes to look at everyone as a 'friend' sometimes more to get something out of them, favors or otherwise. Deep down, Zane is calculating and does everything he does to further his own goals. Not inherently evil, but not inherently good, either.
Background: Zane grew up in the heart of San Francisco. He always enjoyed the cool breeze floating in from the ocean, carrying with it the salty scent of the waves. The hustle and the bustle of the city kept him going in even his 'bad' times.
His parents died at a young age, and he started developing skills to help survive on the streets. Sleight of hand tricks were his first, learning to steal what little food he needed, or cheat people out of a bit of money while placing bets. Then, once that became almost too dangerous to continue, he started using the power of his voice, concocting elaborate stories to get people to pity him, and help him out voluntarily.
After realizing this was a better way to do things, he started advancing into Cons. His major Con was a jewelry repairman. He would take in plenty of necklaces and rings, and took them to a friend of his who bought them on the other side of the city. Once this con caught up with him, he left the city with a substantial amount of money, paying his way across the country, finally landing in New York.
When he arrived, he took in the almost familiar cityscape which reminded him a lot of San Francisco. He took to the city life quickly, gathering a quick following of friends, both on the lighter side, as well as the seedier side of the city. He didn't have to drop back to his old ways as a primary source of living, but he still ran some minor cons to get a little extra cash.
Zane now resides in an apartment with one of his friends, a DJ from "Neon," a nightclub that Zane frequents. He paid off the apartments rent for the two years, so neither occupant had to worry.
Roleplay Sample: Andrew spun his Scythe around and stopped it just before it hit the other VDF member. "PAH. They sent a fricken babysitter? I told them I could handle this." He grumbled, pulling the scythe away and holding it over his shoulder. He grinned slightly as Sofia showed her dislike of his trophy. "Awe, come on Sofia. I've gotta take a trophy. Im turning them into armor, after all." he said with a grin. He knew it would help out in the long run, especially with the big picture in mind. He grinned, and then spun on his heels, hearing a growling behind them. Another pair of Manticores lumbered from a nook in the wall, and growled at the Claws that were disturbing their peace. They were a good bit bigger than the first one that he felled.
"Their distortion is the heat around us itself. Be careful." He said, backing up slightly, only to hear more growls from behind him. Minor viruses, but still, if they were left unchecked, there could be a problem. "Take the crew behind us. I'll take the Manticores..." He said with a grumble. He darted forward, jumping over the Manticore's snapping Jaws, swinging and cutting through ones Tail. The other attempted to strike at him, and he slid sideways, off the things back. The manticore struck itself with it's tail, splitting it's own chip. "NO! SUNUVABITCH!" He growled, moving forward and attempting to cut through its tail, but it dissipated too quick. He grumbled and felt the extreme pressure hit his back, throwing himself into the nook the Manticores had come from. It growled into the nook once, and then turned, looking at Sofia with a hungry glare.
Abilities: Persuasion.
Zane is skilled at manipulating people through speech. He can use his gift to implant suggestions into people. These suggestions are strong enough to have people act upon them naturally. These do not work, however, if it's against what the victim stands for, or will outright kill. He can't have a Nun rob a convenience store, or a person to dive headfirst off the Brooklyn Bridge. But, he could convince a store owner to give a discount, or to convince someone to swallow their fear and do something they've always wanted to.
There is a minor downside to this, however. Aside from the normal radio wave interference, Zanes tongue also takes on a light grey, almost silver, hue. This lends to his nickname of "Silver Tongue."
Breaking Point:
Imminent death of Victoria or Charolette Strider
Starting Stat Exp:
HP: 420
Energy: 450
Attack: 450
Defense: 345
Speed: 430
Agility: 370
Magic Power: 435
Magic Defense: 400
Magic Skill: 300
