Post by The Mac Priest on Nov 17, 2006 22:05:24 GMT -5
Name: Baltazar "El Pollo" Diego
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Rank(Since i'm in a good mood, you may choose): Bounty Hunter
Village: Lospar Polatll
Personality:
Quite a gentleman. He knows he has power and he knows when and how to use it. He can be quite friendly and can make a great ally or rival, but he has some anger issues. He is incredibly calm at times and is very patient. He does like to help people, especially those who are in danger or really need the help. His is a quiet thinker. He doesn't talk much, since he isn't much of a conversation starter. When fighting, he perfers smooth movements and strange attacks to confuse and mislead his enemies.
Hair Color: Green
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'2''
Weight:
See signature
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Relatives: Zehcnas Leumas (father). Ecichlen Leumas (mother).
Background:
Scared mentally be the destruction of his home town, he fights to avenge the many deaths of his people. He only knows a beast made of pure fire had destroyed his village. He casted his old name aside and fights with his tribal name, "El Pollo".
RP Sample(so i know how you roleplay):
El Pollo stood at the edge of a small cliff. The wind blew through his soft green hair. A bandana covered most of it, but some curls managed to float out from under the protective cloth. El Pollo inhaled softly. A mask covered his mouth to hide his constant serious look. He knew the beast was near. He knew the monster that slayed so many was somewhere in the land he was on. He sensed it.
The wind blew at the trees, lifting leaves into the air as if with little hands and getle dropping them to the floor. The sky crackled with a comming storm. El Pollo felt the cool gusts around him. He learned at a young age how to predict some weather climates. A storm was comming. Not a strong one, but a rainy one. He turned and walked slowly to the tent he called home. A small oil lamp flickered on and off. He sat in the protection of the light. Animals could easily get to him in such weather, and an animal bite would be too much of a hassle. He needed to keep traveling. He needed to find and destroy what had destroyed his village.
What is your 1st language:
English
Custom or Main Character?:
Custom
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Rank(Since i'm in a good mood, you may choose): Bounty Hunter
Village: Lospar Polatll
Personality:
Quite a gentleman. He knows he has power and he knows when and how to use it. He can be quite friendly and can make a great ally or rival, but he has some anger issues. He is incredibly calm at times and is very patient. He does like to help people, especially those who are in danger or really need the help. His is a quiet thinker. He doesn't talk much, since he isn't much of a conversation starter. When fighting, he perfers smooth movements and strange attacks to confuse and mislead his enemies.
Hair Color: Green
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'2''
Weight:
See signature
((you can't really see specific details))
Relatives: Zehcnas Leumas (father). Ecichlen Leumas (mother).
Background:
Scared mentally be the destruction of his home town, he fights to avenge the many deaths of his people. He only knows a beast made of pure fire had destroyed his village. He casted his old name aside and fights with his tribal name, "El Pollo".
RP Sample(so i know how you roleplay):
El Pollo stood at the edge of a small cliff. The wind blew through his soft green hair. A bandana covered most of it, but some curls managed to float out from under the protective cloth. El Pollo inhaled softly. A mask covered his mouth to hide his constant serious look. He knew the beast was near. He knew the monster that slayed so many was somewhere in the land he was on. He sensed it.
The wind blew at the trees, lifting leaves into the air as if with little hands and getle dropping them to the floor. The sky crackled with a comming storm. El Pollo felt the cool gusts around him. He learned at a young age how to predict some weather climates. A storm was comming. Not a strong one, but a rainy one. He turned and walked slowly to the tent he called home. A small oil lamp flickered on and off. He sat in the protection of the light. Animals could easily get to him in such weather, and an animal bite would be too much of a hassle. He needed to keep traveling. He needed to find and destroy what had destroyed his village.
What is your 1st language:
English
Custom or Main Character?:
Custom
