Name: Marcus Gender male Appearance: 6 ft 5 , face brutally scarred. Is like 70 years old, still muscular Armor:/weapon his old legionaire armor and his lucky two handed sword. History: He served in all kinds of militaries all his life. Now that he's too old to be considered for service he travels offering the younger generation wisdom and I'f needed an extra blade. Attitude: gruff,acts tough, but is a big softy at heart.
Because my friend, when I saw you I thought you would be a great ally. And after years ofexperience I knew you would want to talk with me if I showed "suspicious" generousity the you would track me down. So what you say? Join forces and became stronger then ever? Or on the other less desirable end we Judy forget we ever met?
I whistle Softy to myself as I enter a town. I got many dirty looks from thugs and ruffians"poor misguided folk oh well guess I'l rest here". I walk into a tavern and sit down
* I walked into a large crowd of hookers gather around a corner. I proceeded to smack a ***** until my hand was numb and red. then I left and went to stalk those stupid little role playing douche bags in FF *
"I hope I don't run into trouble here." I get up and walk out of the tavern to find somewhere quieter.
*Walks around town, Till he gets to blacksmith, He jumps over the counter and stabs him reapetivly "You son of A *****" "Get off!!! I'll repay u with 2mil!" "Better! Or u'll be ****ed before you know it!! Also Get That ******* Who got the blades!" walks round the Blacksmith taking all his stuff...You deserve this! Betrayer Of Our Land!!!! Back in Drafvill. I whisper to The blacksmith. I walk off into the forest on the way home and bump into santh and Ythan!
Umm wow dude... Biy violent there dont you think? As for the cussing i dont mind it just as long as it isnt excesive this rp is pg-13))
Sees him and grabs Santh and teleports behind him and uses wind and pushes him down and then whispers to Santh saying"do what you will with him."
Patrick Male 17 Real life(for story) Lean 5 foot 4 in dark blue hair, one blue eye one red eye covered by blond hair. Game:Tall (6 foot 3 in) white hair that hangs over eyes to symbolize which personality he is using Dark Elf Weapons: while eye is: Red: Scythe nothing special Blue: staff for healing Armor: light dragon scale armor with no shock resistance( can't be pierced but can be bashed) Personality: Red: Dark, cruel, will not stop unless a human life depends on it, talks when asked to only unless curious Blue: ignores all sense of loneliness and doesn't talk Power: fire
Red eye flashes in the dark under ground tunnel I dug under the fighting areas. Weakens ground and sets traps behind me so if people fall they with be mauled by spikes.
Sits calmly and reads over alout the firgea curse and will all my energy make two fire balls that guard my tunnels and would explode if threatened. Passes out and body burns a little
*looks at the man on the ground and pins him there with his blades* i should kill you... But you deserve worse *grabs his blades and sheaths them leaving*
*But i'm so special, Who ever kills me gets bad luck for 42yrs...In 13yrs you will die and no one will c u...In 42 yrs U will Get permantly killed. while i'm a ghost! "Return me my body and you'll survive the curse, U have to kill The Wolf, King of the fiendish mountin!" I disapear*