Post by Seraxakou on May 20, 2006 21:47:21 GMT -5
Tribe: Metal Gothic
Name: Seraxakou (Sera for short)
Race: Unknown, assumed Human
Class: Charmer
Weapon Proficiency: Edge
Age: 24
Description: Seraxakou's skin is a grayish, ashen color, like the ashes in your fireplace after they've been laying there overnight during a cold winter. His rib-length hair is black, with the same gray streaking through the bangs; past that the colors are marbled, with black fairly dominant. A black, aged suede collar adorns his neck, studded with the teeth of various species of large sharks; in places where the leather is gone, rough sharkskin covers the holes. A long chain extends down to his waist.
Sera's shirt is black silk, but his sleeves a ripped off, as well as the base, where his gray-skinned abdomen shows through. He wears black, rough leather gloves that are stained with blood. The fingers of the elbow-length gloves have obviously been ripped and torn repeatedly; stitches are broken as if Seraxakou just gave up patching them. Chains of all sizes hang in clean loops from the black leather, and shark's teeth are attached by the gums in random places; at least one serrated nature-made blade adorns each finger.
Seraxakou wears khaki pants, a relief from the rest of the Gothic gear. However…the silence is broken by his brown leather belt (also studded with shark teeth, he loves those) which hangs down an inch, then forks and loops around each thigh before attaching to a metal ring on a rear belt loop. He wears black strips of suede on his knees, the left knee with one rib (from some unknown creature, knowing Sera, presumably human), the right with two. His shoes are black dress shoes, and have arabesque blades running from toe to the tongue. On either side of the brutal blades, long Mako teeth extend.
Personality: Seraxakou is quiet, but liable to bursts of outrage. Sera combats with his will to save his tribe and his own conscience. He surrounds himself with luxury due to an inferiority complex.
Origin: To be revealed in volume 2
Sample RP: This fool was getting on Sera's nerves. He clacked his long, chitinous nails on the desk. But the recruit just kept rambling on and on and on, with no end in sight. How does a little lost kitten relate to anything Metal Gothic? Sera thought to himself. Seraxakou threw a knife of carefully crafted enamel at the fellow, and watched him dodge.
"What was that for?!"
"I like your physical skills, but this place isn't about your past. It is about who you are-what you are- right now. You showed me that you have wonderful talent…but we do not require you. You will not find difficulty in finding a guild elsewhere…or a tribe. I hope you see why we do not usually accept those who were not born or raised in this territory. You may leave," Sera said.
"Master Seraxakou, I believe you have made a great enemy. I wish you to make amends to him…the mice will play when the cat is away…the cat is me, your bodyguard, and the mouse is the young one who just left." The aide said.
"I have two points to make. One: I want him to fight me. He is weak in the mind, he is anything but violent. Two: He's a dog, not a mouse. Albeit, you ARE a cat. You got that right."
The bodyguard sighed, and pondered on how long Seraxakou would have survived if his own father weren't the ex-leader. Not very long. A loud explosion rocked the street outside, and Sera stood up slowly. An extra pair of aides followed him outside as he peered around each corner, but stopped as he saw a bus with its front crushed and the rest of it bent upward, at a slant. Sera went to examine, and saw a young woman near the front wheel, her hand red as if a great force had been applied.
"Take her inside…consult the medics. I'll look for survivors."
"How do you know the terrorist is not still present?"
"I saw him run by the bus, bleeding bad."
Seraxakou was careful not to expose the woman's destructive tendencies. Sera saw no survivors, or anyone for that matter. Only empty…husks, for lack of a better word. As the woman was carted away by the aides, Seraxakou noticed the gleam of a green Nexus Stone.
Stats:
Health: 1040
Finesse: 30
Strength: 40
Defense: 10
Speed: 40
Name: Seraxakou (Sera for short)
Race: Unknown, assumed Human
Class: Charmer
Weapon Proficiency: Edge
Age: 24
Description: Seraxakou's skin is a grayish, ashen color, like the ashes in your fireplace after they've been laying there overnight during a cold winter. His rib-length hair is black, with the same gray streaking through the bangs; past that the colors are marbled, with black fairly dominant. A black, aged suede collar adorns his neck, studded with the teeth of various species of large sharks; in places where the leather is gone, rough sharkskin covers the holes. A long chain extends down to his waist.
Sera's shirt is black silk, but his sleeves a ripped off, as well as the base, where his gray-skinned abdomen shows through. He wears black, rough leather gloves that are stained with blood. The fingers of the elbow-length gloves have obviously been ripped and torn repeatedly; stitches are broken as if Seraxakou just gave up patching them. Chains of all sizes hang in clean loops from the black leather, and shark's teeth are attached by the gums in random places; at least one serrated nature-made blade adorns each finger.
Seraxakou wears khaki pants, a relief from the rest of the Gothic gear. However…the silence is broken by his brown leather belt (also studded with shark teeth, he loves those) which hangs down an inch, then forks and loops around each thigh before attaching to a metal ring on a rear belt loop. He wears black strips of suede on his knees, the left knee with one rib (from some unknown creature, knowing Sera, presumably human), the right with two. His shoes are black dress shoes, and have arabesque blades running from toe to the tongue. On either side of the brutal blades, long Mako teeth extend.
Personality: Seraxakou is quiet, but liable to bursts of outrage. Sera combats with his will to save his tribe and his own conscience. He surrounds himself with luxury due to an inferiority complex.
Origin: To be revealed in volume 2
Sample RP: This fool was getting on Sera's nerves. He clacked his long, chitinous nails on the desk. But the recruit just kept rambling on and on and on, with no end in sight. How does a little lost kitten relate to anything Metal Gothic? Sera thought to himself. Seraxakou threw a knife of carefully crafted enamel at the fellow, and watched him dodge.
"What was that for?!"
"I like your physical skills, but this place isn't about your past. It is about who you are-what you are- right now. You showed me that you have wonderful talent…but we do not require you. You will not find difficulty in finding a guild elsewhere…or a tribe. I hope you see why we do not usually accept those who were not born or raised in this territory. You may leave," Sera said.
"Master Seraxakou, I believe you have made a great enemy. I wish you to make amends to him…the mice will play when the cat is away…the cat is me, your bodyguard, and the mouse is the young one who just left." The aide said.
"I have two points to make. One: I want him to fight me. He is weak in the mind, he is anything but violent. Two: He's a dog, not a mouse. Albeit, you ARE a cat. You got that right."
The bodyguard sighed, and pondered on how long Seraxakou would have survived if his own father weren't the ex-leader. Not very long. A loud explosion rocked the street outside, and Sera stood up slowly. An extra pair of aides followed him outside as he peered around each corner, but stopped as he saw a bus with its front crushed and the rest of it bent upward, at a slant. Sera went to examine, and saw a young woman near the front wheel, her hand red as if a great force had been applied.
"Take her inside…consult the medics. I'll look for survivors."
"How do you know the terrorist is not still present?"
"I saw him run by the bus, bleeding bad."
Seraxakou was careful not to expose the woman's destructive tendencies. Sera saw no survivors, or anyone for that matter. Only empty…husks, for lack of a better word. As the woman was carted away by the aides, Seraxakou noticed the gleam of a green Nexus Stone.
Stats:
Health: 1040
Finesse: 30
Strength: 40
Defense: 10
Speed: 40
