Post by zeidridge on Nov 9, 2010 22:04:28 GMT -5
I feel like making a bad guy for once >
Name: Dias Wing
Age:25
Appearance:6'2 200lbs, thin, but muscular build. medium length shaggy black hair, kept out of eyes with black headband tied around forehead. Wraps black band around nose and mouth before battles, or when trying to go unnoticed. sleeveless black shirt under a tight white vest that provides slight protection. black forearm sleeves and fingerless gloves, and steel guantlets. black pants, steel shin/knee guards and shoes that are padded on the bottom to quiet footsteps.
Equipment:Prefers hand-to-hand, but will use either an enormous sword taller than even himself(Like a mix between a claymore, and a zanbato), or a katana.
Skills: very good fighter, very fast and agile.
Special Abilities/Attacks: extremely fast. Uses speed to attack from seemingly all angles. Skills improve in the rain.
Likes:winning, rain
Dislikes: losing, war
Bio:No one knows Dias' story. He was born in a war torn encampment. There was no medical help to speak of in the camp, So Dias's mother died, his father had also died in the war months before. He was taken in by his fathers best friend, a great soldier Dias only knew by the name Nawa. He put Dias through brutal combat training as soon as he was old enough. Then one day nawa left Dias alone somewhere in the mountains, where it rained every day, and every night, somewhere nawa claims to have learned how to fight. The men there moved faster than Dias could even imagine, and hit harder than he'd ever felt. They seemed to disappear, and reappear before Dias could make a move. The training was rigorous and left him battered and broken. Dias came out more beast than man. He eventually escaped, and never forgave Nawa for what he had done. But Dias never saw nawa again. and when he thinks back to his past, all his memories seem to vanish in the pouring rain. Dias makes a living hunting people down, and finding or killing them depending on the job.
Name: Dias Wing
Age:25
Appearance:6'2 200lbs, thin, but muscular build. medium length shaggy black hair, kept out of eyes with black headband tied around forehead. Wraps black band around nose and mouth before battles, or when trying to go unnoticed. sleeveless black shirt under a tight white vest that provides slight protection. black forearm sleeves and fingerless gloves, and steel guantlets. black pants, steel shin/knee guards and shoes that are padded on the bottom to quiet footsteps.
Equipment:Prefers hand-to-hand, but will use either an enormous sword taller than even himself(Like a mix between a claymore, and a zanbato), or a katana.
Skills: very good fighter, very fast and agile.
Special Abilities/Attacks: extremely fast. Uses speed to attack from seemingly all angles. Skills improve in the rain.
Likes:winning, rain
Dislikes: losing, war
Bio:No one knows Dias' story. He was born in a war torn encampment. There was no medical help to speak of in the camp, So Dias's mother died, his father had also died in the war months before. He was taken in by his fathers best friend, a great soldier Dias only knew by the name Nawa. He put Dias through brutal combat training as soon as he was old enough. Then one day nawa left Dias alone somewhere in the mountains, where it rained every day, and every night, somewhere nawa claims to have learned how to fight. The men there moved faster than Dias could even imagine, and hit harder than he'd ever felt. They seemed to disappear, and reappear before Dias could make a move. The training was rigorous and left him battered and broken. Dias came out more beast than man. He eventually escaped, and never forgave Nawa for what he had done. But Dias never saw nawa again. and when he thinks back to his past, all his memories seem to vanish in the pouring rain. Dias makes a living hunting people down, and finding or killing them depending on the job.