Post by animus on Dec 9, 2009 19:04:31 GMT -5
OOC: Made by animus
IC:
Title ~ Krimson
Life ~ 21
Marked ~ Male
Race ~ Human
Essence ~ Rogue, a thief that specializes in stealth and assassination. He can't take too many hits before he's down for the count though...
Path ~ Neutral
Career ~ Assassin, but he will not harm the people he deems innocent.
Talents ~ Picking locks, picking pockets, and stealthy moving in the shadows.
Reflection ~ He has somewhat spiky red-hair. He has vibrant blue eyes. He is about 5'9 tall. He is very lanky.
Psyche ~ Cocky, showoff, and very friendly. Sometimes when he is in a really good mood, he makes rhymes. He loves meeting new people.
Biography ~ A young man tired of an "honest" living, he joined a group of thieves. However, he quickly grew tired of that work and fell into a shady crowd. He realized that this group was hurting the innocent, so he assassinated them for "the greater good". He works at his own will and obeys no one.
Forgotten ~
Snapshot ~ (Maybe...)
Prowess ~ If any day where like this, Krimson would be much happier. No work, no noise, just the blissful sunset. He sighed and thought about how great his life was. He had true freedom. "This is my luck..." he said looking up to see an assassin standing over him. "Why do I always get interrupted on days like these?" he said unsheathing his blades...
IC:
Title ~ Krimson
Life ~ 21
Marked ~ Male
Race ~ Human
Essence ~ Rogue, a thief that specializes in stealth and assassination. He can't take too many hits before he's down for the count though...
Path ~ Neutral
Career ~ Assassin, but he will not harm the people he deems innocent.
Talents ~ Picking locks, picking pockets, and stealthy moving in the shadows.
Reflection ~ He has somewhat spiky red-hair. He has vibrant blue eyes. He is about 5'9 tall. He is very lanky.
Psyche ~ Cocky, showoff, and very friendly. Sometimes when he is in a really good mood, he makes rhymes. He loves meeting new people.
Biography ~ A young man tired of an "honest" living, he joined a group of thieves. However, he quickly grew tired of that work and fell into a shady crowd. He realized that this group was hurting the innocent, so he assassinated them for "the greater good". He works at his own will and obeys no one.
Forgotten ~
Snapshot ~ (Maybe...)
Prowess ~ If any day where like this, Krimson would be much happier. No work, no noise, just the blissful sunset. He sighed and thought about how great his life was. He had true freedom. "This is my luck..." he said looking up to see an assassin standing over him. "Why do I always get interrupted on days like these?" he said unsheathing his blades...
