Post by Mr. Orb on Jun 22, 2005 15:07:27 GMT -5
About You
[/center][/u]Name: Matt
Age: 14
Contact Details: MSN or PM.
Your Character
[/center][/u]Name: Painter Imperius
Nickname(s): None
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Male
Race/Class: Human\Ranger
Residence: Kez
Occupation: Wandering do-gooder, occasional bounty hunter
Weapon(s): Ironwood recurve bow, jagged longknife, black steel shortsword
Appearance:
Painter stands at a non-threatening five-six. His clothes are somewhat plain. On Painter's torso is a grayish tunic, with leather straps crisscrossing his chest to hold his quiver and shortsword. Over that tunic is a dark chainmail vest, with each of it's links covered in ash to minimize the glare, though the ash doesn't seem to rub off on Painter's tunic or other clothing.
Painter also wears a pair of gray, baggy pants. It helps him move around somewhat, and is completely quiet. He stole it, of course, from an assassin. On his feet are a pair of soft, padded shoes that are the same gray color as pretty much the rest of his clothes. The shoes are great for sneaking, they make not even a sound. On Painter's head sits a black beret, tilted to one side somewhat. The beret is pinned with a single, half-dollar sized silver medal.
Painter has short brown hair, and his face is usually somewhat unshaven. His skin is lightly tanned, with a few fading scars here and there from past and recent battles. The ranger has pale green eyes, and they always have the same laidback, somewhat sleepy look to them. Painter himself is of medium build, not too scrawny, yet not a muscle-bound ape. His form is lithe and compact, somewhat like a runner.
Personality:
Painter craves company. When he is around others, he will always be laughing and smiling. Most of the time it is genuine, while other times he does it to portray himself as harmless. He thinks like a caged rat a lot, always checking out available escape routes and possible ambush points. It comes from a large amount of near-death expiriences.
Painter is quick to make friends, and quick to lose them. If you become friendly enough with him, Painter will reveal a lot about his life and even a few secrets. But if you in any way do something that might even remotely resemble betraying him, Painter will either try to kill you or simply seem to drop off the face of the earth. Again with the whole near-death thing. He has too many enemies, yet he isn't nearly as careful as he should be.
Painter has a slow temper. It takes quite a bit to get him angry, even the death of a loved one or friend. In that case, he will just seek out the killer or killers and exact revenge. He can kill with a brutal efficiency, and without a hint of remorse. Even the death of innocent people won't cause him even to flinch if they must die at his hands. Not that he wants to kill them, he just will if the need arises.
Painter's main weakness, however, is money. It may be something common to all humans, but it is especially prominant in Painter. He will do nearly anything for the right about of money. Painter also likes alcohol. Give him even two light drinks, and he'll be staggering around like a blind ogre with one foot.
History: Painter was born to just his mother, Edryna Arethi. His father was killed not even a week before his birth. Or, murdered is a better word for it. Painter's family had a lot of enemies, for various reasons. Painter's mother then died shortly after of a disease, forcing Painter to move to the home of his father's closest friend, Roland Imperius.
Roland took Painter as his own, and never told him of his real parents as Painter grew up. When Painter was four Roland took him to watch a gladiator battle. Roland was stabbed repeatedly in the stomach in the stands, but Painter was left unharmed. One of the gladiator slaves, seeing Painter, grabbed the child and hid him.
The next day, the gladiator escaped with Painter. They left the city and retreated into the wilderness. Over the next seven years, Painter would make various escape attempts as he and the gladiator evaded the law, travelling around Kez. Finally Painter grew strong enough to best his captor in a fight. He slew the gladiator and took his weapons, then sent an anonymous letter to a lawkeeper noting the whereabouts of the dead fugitive.
Painter, desperate for money now, became a bounty hunter. He gained a small fortune in a short time, due to his surprising skill with a bow and longknife. He could get very close to his bounty, then either slay him with a slit to the throat or a shaft between the ribs. Painter gained a few enemies then, and had an illegal bounty placed on his own head by the angry leader of a crime ring.
Painter again fled, keeping to himself in whatever forest he could find. He is now a ranger, simply wandering about and doing various jobs, whatever crosses his path.
Role-play Sample:
Painter sighed as he watched the men pass by. This was going to be hard. There were ten guards surrounding the captive as they moved along the path. Painter himself watched from a safe position in a tree not even thirty yards away, covered completely in a green ghillie suit. With slow and deliberate motions, Painter notched an arrow into his bow at pulled it taut.
The arrow let loose with a twang! and flew straight into the neck of the lead guard. The small caravan erupted into confusion as the panicked guards scattered. More arrows flew from various positions as Painter moved after each shot. The guards split up and were each dispatched one by one by Painter after nearly three hours of tracking.
Painter approached the bound and gagged human, who was chained to the cart with great care. The ranger cut the gag, then searched the body of the lead guard. After a few minutes he found the key and released the prisoner. The man fell to the ground and sobbed.
"Thank you, thank you! I thought they would execute me for sure. Thank you!" The man said.
"You are Cassius Curio, are you not?" Painter questioned.
"Y-yes...I am. Why?" The man asked as he glanced up at Painter.
"Oh, nothing." Painter said, then quickly drew his knife and tossed it. The longblade wobbled slightly, but found it's mark in the back of Cassius' skull. The now-dead man had a large bounty on his head, and Painter wasn't willing to let it go to the law this time. He drew his shortsword and hacked the head from Cassius' body and threw it in a corn sack.
"Off we go, my friend." Painter said cheerily, then walked away, whistling a lively tune.