Post by serenji on Dec 25, 2007 10:53:02 GMT -5
Name:Serenji Swiftarrow
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Species:Weasel
Occupation: Sniper for hire
Physical Appearance:
Serenji is a rust-red, but he usually covers his easily spotted fur with gloves, tunic, cloak, and shadows. His eyes are grey, and he has a white mask over his face.
He owns three cloaks. Each cloak is peak-hooded and have a hidden length fabric by the neck to hide his mouth. Each cloak also has pockets hidden inside for keys and smoke powder, as well as poisons. One cloak is mottled green, brown, and black. One is mottles white, brown, and tan. The other is plain black.
Underneath his cloak he wears a long-sleeved tunic with high collar and sleeveless vest of leather. Both are chosen for which situation he faces. His gloves are fingerless, but have guards for his bow fingers. They both go to his inner elbow.
Possessions
A strong-bow of black-dyed ash. The string of twisted fibers has something on each end to absorb the shock of the string, and so make it silent. Very few beasts can pull the bow back, the pound is so high on it. Each end is slghly curved away from the archer to add tension with a minimum of height. He has two arrows. One is for sniping. It has a needle-like head and spiral fleatching to make it faster and more accurate. His other arrow is chisel-headed and heavy, it's used to pierce armor. He can't , of course, fight melee with an arrow. Therefore, he has a single longknife. The sturdy, blued-steel blade is nearly a foot in length. It is straight and two edged, with a double spike crossguard and spike pommel. His hilt is wrapped in steel-studded black leather.
His quiver is made of a dyed fabric capped with leather. It has his insignia sewn on the side, an arrow in flight, surrounded by a spiky ring.
Personality:
He is completely cold and merciless. He cares naught for anyone but himself. He cares for profit only, he doesn't care about honor or vengeance. He will take any job, no matter the circumstances, and invariably succeed in completing the mission. Serenji has no tolerance for love, or friendships. He is too cold for allies, and he will easily turn on his employer if a rival pays enough. Many enemies have been made, yet none have dared to make a move against him yet. But the time will come, and he is perfectly prepared.
Strengths:
He is a sniper, therefor he rarely misses his shot. When he does, he knows that his target is someone to be reckonesd with. Weak and inferior targets are never missed. He is coldy calculating, able to squeeze his way out of any situation. And he is good at hiding. If he doesn't want to be seen, chances are he wont.
Weaknesses:
He has no friends and a lot of enimies. He has no tolerance of great crowds, and remains sullen if forced into a social event. He isn't good under the spotlight either. If he ever gets forced to do anything in front of a lot of people, he will immediately turn embarrassed and try to wiggle out of said situation.
History:
He grew up far in the remote regions of the north. A dismal camp where everyone fought for food and shelter. The young were forced to fend for themselves at birth, otherwise they would perish in the unrelenting cold winds. His mother threw him into a deep pile of snow when he was born, and he sank deep. Luckily for him, there was an abandoned cavern that no records were written of. He managed to survive a long winter in the cave, sleeping. When summer came, a kindly couple discovered him. They took care of him untill he was eight, when he could easily take care of himself. When he was out foraging for food, his parents sold him to a slaver, and told him about it when he came back to his home. Crying, he was taken away. Yet they turned their backs on him and fingered the gold they got for him. Serenji was crushed. Then his heart turned as cold as the ice-encrusted snow that was his home. He took a knife in the dead of night, and stabbed the slaver multiple times. He stole a bow and quiver of arrows from the armory tent, and tought himself how to use it in the wild. His skill grew, and he wandered south. He eventually came upon a vermin tribe. They tried to kill him, yet he shot most of them. The leader, cowardly and weak, bribed him to become a captain. Serenji agreed, and got his first taste of paid work. He bounced between employers for many years. Killing and mobbing for years. No one has yet to catch this mercenary, though many have tried.
Relationships:
None.
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Species:Weasel
Occupation: Sniper for hire
Physical Appearance:
Serenji is a rust-red, but he usually covers his easily spotted fur with gloves, tunic, cloak, and shadows. His eyes are grey, and he has a white mask over his face.
He owns three cloaks. Each cloak is peak-hooded and have a hidden length fabric by the neck to hide his mouth. Each cloak also has pockets hidden inside for keys and smoke powder, as well as poisons. One cloak is mottled green, brown, and black. One is mottles white, brown, and tan. The other is plain black.
Underneath his cloak he wears a long-sleeved tunic with high collar and sleeveless vest of leather. Both are chosen for which situation he faces. His gloves are fingerless, but have guards for his bow fingers. They both go to his inner elbow.
Possessions
A strong-bow of black-dyed ash. The string of twisted fibers has something on each end to absorb the shock of the string, and so make it silent. Very few beasts can pull the bow back, the pound is so high on it. Each end is slghly curved away from the archer to add tension with a minimum of height. He has two arrows. One is for sniping. It has a needle-like head and spiral fleatching to make it faster and more accurate. His other arrow is chisel-headed and heavy, it's used to pierce armor. He can't , of course, fight melee with an arrow. Therefore, he has a single longknife. The sturdy, blued-steel blade is nearly a foot in length. It is straight and two edged, with a double spike crossguard and spike pommel. His hilt is wrapped in steel-studded black leather.
His quiver is made of a dyed fabric capped with leather. It has his insignia sewn on the side, an arrow in flight, surrounded by a spiky ring.
Personality:
He is completely cold and merciless. He cares naught for anyone but himself. He cares for profit only, he doesn't care about honor or vengeance. He will take any job, no matter the circumstances, and invariably succeed in completing the mission. Serenji has no tolerance for love, or friendships. He is too cold for allies, and he will easily turn on his employer if a rival pays enough. Many enemies have been made, yet none have dared to make a move against him yet. But the time will come, and he is perfectly prepared.
Strengths:
He is a sniper, therefor he rarely misses his shot. When he does, he knows that his target is someone to be reckonesd with. Weak and inferior targets are never missed. He is coldy calculating, able to squeeze his way out of any situation. And he is good at hiding. If he doesn't want to be seen, chances are he wont.
Weaknesses:
He has no friends and a lot of enimies. He has no tolerance of great crowds, and remains sullen if forced into a social event. He isn't good under the spotlight either. If he ever gets forced to do anything in front of a lot of people, he will immediately turn embarrassed and try to wiggle out of said situation.
History:
He grew up far in the remote regions of the north. A dismal camp where everyone fought for food and shelter. The young were forced to fend for themselves at birth, otherwise they would perish in the unrelenting cold winds. His mother threw him into a deep pile of snow when he was born, and he sank deep. Luckily for him, there was an abandoned cavern that no records were written of. He managed to survive a long winter in the cave, sleeping. When summer came, a kindly couple discovered him. They took care of him untill he was eight, when he could easily take care of himself. When he was out foraging for food, his parents sold him to a slaver, and told him about it when he came back to his home. Crying, he was taken away. Yet they turned their backs on him and fingered the gold they got for him. Serenji was crushed. Then his heart turned as cold as the ice-encrusted snow that was his home. He took a knife in the dead of night, and stabbed the slaver multiple times. He stole a bow and quiver of arrows from the armory tent, and tought himself how to use it in the wild. His skill grew, and he wandered south. He eventually came upon a vermin tribe. They tried to kill him, yet he shot most of them. The leader, cowardly and weak, bribed him to become a captain. Serenji agreed, and got his first taste of paid work. He bounced between employers for many years. Killing and mobbing for years. No one has yet to catch this mercenary, though many have tried.
Relationships:
None.
