Post by Kale Alberich on Feb 4, 2008 17:43:23 GMT -5
Name: Kale Alberich
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 18
World of Origin: Light
Allegiance: None, at the moment
Description: Kale is definitely not one of the most eye-catching people. He tends to blend in with everyone else, he prefers it this way. He is of medium build, just barely muscular, nothing visible. He is much too short for his age and hates this about himself. Being a few inches shorter than most young men his age is frustrating and bothersome, not to mention everyone looks down on him. The only thing about Kale that stands out, at all, is his wide, bright, electrifying eyes. His eyes are wild, untamed. The amazing emerald glow stands out against his dark clothing. They move quickly, inspecting everything, anything, and everyone. Every detail is found by his searching gaze. Though his eyes are wondrously bright, beautiful, they are never found; for they are hidden far behind the mess of jet black hair that covers his head. It hangs in his eyes, it hangs over his ears. He can’t control it, but he doesn’t try. His messy black mop only helps him blend with his fellow humans, not drawing any attention to him.
Upon Kale’s head there is nothing to fend off the suns persistent rays, giving a finely tanned face. His clothing is simple and boring. A black, sleeveless shirt covers his torso. On his legs he wears a pair of (yes, you guessed it) dark trousers. He’s not even sure if these are a very dark brown or black. Maybe if he caught them in the right light he’d be able to tell, but he’s not sure yet. He wears simple boots, plain and simple. They match the rest of his attire in colour and have served him well during his many travels across the land. Finally, the last bits of the outfit are his black gloves. These are strange gloves that he was able bargain off an old merchant in a passing town, but he is proud them. The only thing different about these gloves is the iron plate that hide in between the two side of fabric on the back of the hand. Its purpose: to protect unwanted injury. He had never seen anything like this and instantly loved them. They have belonged to him for quite awhile.
Personality: Kale is not you’re normal kid. He’s rather anti-social and doesn’t enjoy being around people in general. If he is spoken to or he must speak to get what is needed then those are the occasions where he will speak. He has a short temper, and loses it rather often, yelling is one of his many skills, but this skill only unearths itself when he is incredibly angry. He’s rude and cynical and really couldn’t care less about anyone feelings. Slightly sarcastic, he often hurts people more than he initially intends to. He has one track mind. There is one goal. One objective and nothing can stop him from achieving it. Now girls, that’s a different story. As a child the idea of chivalry was drilled into his head so hard, he couldn’t ever forget. Though he still doesn’t enjoy talking, he is an incredible listener. He will carry bags and open doors. Why? He doesn’t know. He is not the friendliest of people still. There is almost never a smile or grin of any kind present on his face. One of his better personality traits would be his loyalty. If there is someone he cares about, this person will never be hurt or insulted around. It takes a lot to become his friend, but if you can do it, a powerful ally will join your side.
Skills/Weapons: Kale's weapons of choice would be two abnormally long daggers. They're wire-wrapped hilts are thin and lightweight, making them easy to use, especially for Kale who is not the strongest person. The blades are about nine inches long and slightly curved. No jewels or carvings adorn the cross-guard or hilt. The knifes are not fancy, but are strong and get the job done.
Kale's fighting style consists of dashing in out of range and using his wit and speed to his advantage. Since strength is not his strong point (pun intended) he has to rely on his lithe movements and skill with the daggers to help him in a fight. Beside the ability to fight, Kale has a few other skills. He's not a bad trapper and if he stays in any place longer than a few days, thats what he does for money and, of course, to eat. He's also a rather adept liar, but isn't so fond of this skill.
History: Kale grew up in a small village. Such a small village, in fact, that just about every body knew everybody’s cousins. Yes, everyone was close. It was kind of like one big semi-happy family. Not everyone got along, but everyone knew each other. Kale was raised by his father because his mother died in childbirth. He didn’t know his mother, so he wasn’t very heartbroken about. His father was part of the Guard Crew that kept out the creatures that attacked. These were guards that kept the helpless little village safe. There were only a few, but they worked hard. His father had two weapons. His nine-inch long daggers served him well every night that the old man had to stand guard. If his father wasn’t sleeping or patrolling, he would spend his time with Kale, teaching him how to use weapons such as the two blades.
But one night, Kale’s father lost his life in the battle and left the boy all alone at sixteen. Kale was angry, furious. Armed with his father’s weapons, he stood guard every night waiting for the swarm of goblins to smell the sweet apples on the tree that Kale and his friends would climb, waiting for the swarm of goblins to smell the cherry pies sitting, un-guarded by the windows. His hatred boiled up and over, and all he wanted to do was killing. This feeling only lasted so long. The searing hate for the goblin creates was still seething inside him, but he couldn’t wait any longer. At the age of eighteen he went off to join the Gatekeepers. He went off to stop the flow of horrible creatures that infested the world.
Rp Sample: Kale trudged along the path, swerving in and out of the many stones that blocked his way. This road was not the busiest and he was happy about that, but maybe he could have picked a less busy road that didn’t have razor sharp rock everywhere. Grumbling, he continued on, shoving another overgrown branch out of his face. Before long he was able to hear the faint sound of footsteps. Another grunt escaped his lips. He did not really want to talk right now. But, sure enough, the footsteps quickened and were soon right behind him. “ Hey! Hey, you there! Mind if I join you in your stroll? ” Kale glanced over to see where the obnoxious voice had come from. A tall man stood above Kale, looking down at him with the widest, most overly-friendly smile Kale had ever seen. The man’s hair was short, but messy and he had a long, thin face that vaguely reminded Kale of a horse. The horse-face was covered is a scruffy beard that clung to the man’s long chin. He wore a red shirt that hung loosely over his gangly body and fell over his tan trousers.
Kale raised a brow before turning his head back to the road and pretending to ignore the man walking beside him. They walked for about ten seconds before the man spoke again, apparently attempting to start a decent conversation, “ So, where ya headed to, boy? ” Without looking at the man Kale responded quickly, “ Away. ” That was it. That was all he was going to say. Did this man think he was going to start talking about why he was traveling through some stupid, rocky road just so he wouldn’t have to talk to strange men. No. Kale would not start his story here.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 18
World of Origin: Light
Allegiance: None, at the moment
Description: Kale is definitely not one of the most eye-catching people. He tends to blend in with everyone else, he prefers it this way. He is of medium build, just barely muscular, nothing visible. He is much too short for his age and hates this about himself. Being a few inches shorter than most young men his age is frustrating and bothersome, not to mention everyone looks down on him. The only thing about Kale that stands out, at all, is his wide, bright, electrifying eyes. His eyes are wild, untamed. The amazing emerald glow stands out against his dark clothing. They move quickly, inspecting everything, anything, and everyone. Every detail is found by his searching gaze. Though his eyes are wondrously bright, beautiful, they are never found; for they are hidden far behind the mess of jet black hair that covers his head. It hangs in his eyes, it hangs over his ears. He can’t control it, but he doesn’t try. His messy black mop only helps him blend with his fellow humans, not drawing any attention to him.
Upon Kale’s head there is nothing to fend off the suns persistent rays, giving a finely tanned face. His clothing is simple and boring. A black, sleeveless shirt covers his torso. On his legs he wears a pair of (yes, you guessed it) dark trousers. He’s not even sure if these are a very dark brown or black. Maybe if he caught them in the right light he’d be able to tell, but he’s not sure yet. He wears simple boots, plain and simple. They match the rest of his attire in colour and have served him well during his many travels across the land. Finally, the last bits of the outfit are his black gloves. These are strange gloves that he was able bargain off an old merchant in a passing town, but he is proud them. The only thing different about these gloves is the iron plate that hide in between the two side of fabric on the back of the hand. Its purpose: to protect unwanted injury. He had never seen anything like this and instantly loved them. They have belonged to him for quite awhile.
Personality: Kale is not you’re normal kid. He’s rather anti-social and doesn’t enjoy being around people in general. If he is spoken to or he must speak to get what is needed then those are the occasions where he will speak. He has a short temper, and loses it rather often, yelling is one of his many skills, but this skill only unearths itself when he is incredibly angry. He’s rude and cynical and really couldn’t care less about anyone feelings. Slightly sarcastic, he often hurts people more than he initially intends to. He has one track mind. There is one goal. One objective and nothing can stop him from achieving it. Now girls, that’s a different story. As a child the idea of chivalry was drilled into his head so hard, he couldn’t ever forget. Though he still doesn’t enjoy talking, he is an incredible listener. He will carry bags and open doors. Why? He doesn’t know. He is not the friendliest of people still. There is almost never a smile or grin of any kind present on his face. One of his better personality traits would be his loyalty. If there is someone he cares about, this person will never be hurt or insulted around. It takes a lot to become his friend, but if you can do it, a powerful ally will join your side.
Skills/Weapons: Kale's weapons of choice would be two abnormally long daggers. They're wire-wrapped hilts are thin and lightweight, making them easy to use, especially for Kale who is not the strongest person. The blades are about nine inches long and slightly curved. No jewels or carvings adorn the cross-guard or hilt. The knifes are not fancy, but are strong and get the job done.
Kale's fighting style consists of dashing in out of range and using his wit and speed to his advantage. Since strength is not his strong point (pun intended) he has to rely on his lithe movements and skill with the daggers to help him in a fight. Beside the ability to fight, Kale has a few other skills. He's not a bad trapper and if he stays in any place longer than a few days, thats what he does for money and, of course, to eat. He's also a rather adept liar, but isn't so fond of this skill.
History: Kale grew up in a small village. Such a small village, in fact, that just about every body knew everybody’s cousins. Yes, everyone was close. It was kind of like one big semi-happy family. Not everyone got along, but everyone knew each other. Kale was raised by his father because his mother died in childbirth. He didn’t know his mother, so he wasn’t very heartbroken about. His father was part of the Guard Crew that kept out the creatures that attacked. These were guards that kept the helpless little village safe. There were only a few, but they worked hard. His father had two weapons. His nine-inch long daggers served him well every night that the old man had to stand guard. If his father wasn’t sleeping or patrolling, he would spend his time with Kale, teaching him how to use weapons such as the two blades.
But one night, Kale’s father lost his life in the battle and left the boy all alone at sixteen. Kale was angry, furious. Armed with his father’s weapons, he stood guard every night waiting for the swarm of goblins to smell the sweet apples on the tree that Kale and his friends would climb, waiting for the swarm of goblins to smell the cherry pies sitting, un-guarded by the windows. His hatred boiled up and over, and all he wanted to do was killing. This feeling only lasted so long. The searing hate for the goblin creates was still seething inside him, but he couldn’t wait any longer. At the age of eighteen he went off to join the Gatekeepers. He went off to stop the flow of horrible creatures that infested the world.
Rp Sample: Kale trudged along the path, swerving in and out of the many stones that blocked his way. This road was not the busiest and he was happy about that, but maybe he could have picked a less busy road that didn’t have razor sharp rock everywhere. Grumbling, he continued on, shoving another overgrown branch out of his face. Before long he was able to hear the faint sound of footsteps. Another grunt escaped his lips. He did not really want to talk right now. But, sure enough, the footsteps quickened and were soon right behind him. “ Hey! Hey, you there! Mind if I join you in your stroll? ” Kale glanced over to see where the obnoxious voice had come from. A tall man stood above Kale, looking down at him with the widest, most overly-friendly smile Kale had ever seen. The man’s hair was short, but messy and he had a long, thin face that vaguely reminded Kale of a horse. The horse-face was covered is a scruffy beard that clung to the man’s long chin. He wore a red shirt that hung loosely over his gangly body and fell over his tan trousers.
Kale raised a brow before turning his head back to the road and pretending to ignore the man walking beside him. They walked for about ten seconds before the man spoke again, apparently attempting to start a decent conversation, “ So, where ya headed to, boy? ” Without looking at the man Kale responded quickly, “ Away. ” That was it. That was all he was going to say. Did this man think he was going to start talking about why he was traveling through some stupid, rocky road just so he wouldn’t have to talk to strange men. No. Kale would not start his story here.
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