Post by Erik on Jun 8, 2009 22:51:28 GMT -5
Name:
Leon Sarios
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Age:
29
World of origin:
Rodylia
Allegiance:
Neutral
Description:
Eye Color: Onyx
Skin Color: White, rather pale
Hair Color: Black, barely falls down to the back of the neck
Body Build: Slim, Slightly Muscular, Slightly Tall
Size: 5'8"
Summary:For hardly being physically fit, Leon is fairly muscular - only, not that muscular. He cares little for clothing, preferring to stay with a white undershirt and black pants while wearing a black jacket. He wears 'magic' gloves that cause a spark, helping him for any of his flame abilities. He wears everyday black boots.
Skills/Weapons:
.::Magic::. - Yes, the average magic. Only he specializes in manipulating flames.
.::Swords::. - Despite him hardly ever using swords, he is slightly specialized in the art. He uses it if his magic would be rendered as useless.
Personality:
Leon can be a real smart ass, but knows when to stop while he's ahead. He has an uncanny knack of pissing people off just by barely looking at them. He doesn't really mind it, however; and keeps to himself. He can be flirtatious if he wants to be, or feels like it. Truthfully, he doesn't even think most of the women are worth it, he just does it to kill time. He can be considered noble, but he doesn't view himself with such qualities. He'd serve the queen to his fullest extent, yet he chooses to remain neutral. He isn't quick to trust anybody, and hardly has any friends.
History:
Leon, even as a young kid; hated his family. They were rich, and expected him to become of noble heritage when he became older. Thus, he partially did, taking the money as his family died when he was a teenager. Thus he lives a boring life in the cities looking for some excitement around the place. He also adopted the arts of magic some while back.
RP Sample:
(Taken from another RP)
Ere'Kuel grinned to himself, looking at the Dark Hunter. He was young, yes, and easier to manipulate. Only, he had a feeling he didn't need to manipulate him. Merely bribe him with things to keep him occupied. Which he could do, for he had plenty of money. Ah, how this individual reminded him of a child. He never really did like children, or anything small, for that fact. The smaller a thing is, the weaker it is. It was an insect that should get squished. He made some odd movement, sending his cloak in an array of swirling clothing. If one weren't mistaken, they'd even call him elegant. His cloak was made of rich fabric, as well as designs. Only, he made it using magic, not seeing the point of buying an outfit.
"I see, I will set you free if you work for me. Anything you please to have, it will be yours." He mumbled, throwing his hand out, looking at a sudden glow of light in it. His eyes narrowed as he picked up the image of his new servant consulting with the Dark Hunters. In fact, he wanted her here, rather then out on an errand. How odd, he never did like humans. None the less, never was attracted to anyone. His evil cold heart never yearned for warmth or company. The mere thought of it caused him to scowl.
'You, come back to the base. I shall find a better assignment for you then to watch over those pigs,' He used telepathy to contact her, before turning to Drake. He sighed, walking over to the cage, unlocking it. "Tell me, what is your original shape shift form?" He asked boredly, picking up the recently disposed knife and analyzing it.
