Post by kane on Mar 24, 2007 20:11:27 GMT -5
To apply for a role playing character you must make your application! Your application must include;
-One paragraph on how you received your invite! Kane has not been invited to the castle, nor in his mind does he need an invitation, he comes seeking the wolves that this silly ruler Nicolas Cashel harbours and protects in his stonewalls. If he finds some fun there, then why should he not enjoy himself while he is working?
-One detailed paragraph on reason for your travel to Cashel Castle. Kane travels to the Cashel Castle on the trail of werewolves, he has heard the castle holds them as slaves for their guests but Kane doesn’t care about the castle or its guests. He wants to earn the title of most vicious bounty hunter, and ridding the world of its mutated mutts, he is sure he can gain it, and spread the fear of his very name spoken through out the world.
-One (or more) paragraph on your characters personal history.
Born of two races, Kane grew up surrounded by anger and mistrust. He evolved to survive on his only talent that of intimidation, for his appearance tended to startle most humanoids forms A bounty hunter by trade, he earned his wages even if it meant the hunted didn’t always return alive to its patron. His double-edged battle-axe kept cleaned and often (not always) was the first thing a hunted saw. It shined and glittered, as it swung down upon its victim.
-Two (or more) detailed paragraphs on your characters appearance;
He stands 6’5, muscular build, clean shaven head, with a array of black tattoos covering the left side of his skull, Large coal black eyes reveal nothing to the on lookers, his large frame is off set by two bat like wings that he keeps tucked against his back unless there claw tipped spread could be used as form of distraction with an opponent.
-One (or more) paragraph on your character’s personality.
Kane is a cold, aggressive demon, he would sooner slice your throat then have to stand and listen to you babble on about things he deems unimportant. But on the other side of this plain, he can be sweet and considerate, just be warned it’s a ploy to gain what he seeks and he will soon dispose of you when your usefulness is quenched.
-One (or more) paragraph on your characters social status and what exactly they are: Kane is a bounty hunter; he hunts werewolves in this world. His status as a vicious hunter is held in place on pure and simple fear, for what other emotion will slow the mind, freeze the body and make one’s heart pound like its about to explode.
-A role-playing sample so we may see if your writing is literate enough for public showing and understanding.
Kane moved as silently as the large horse could manage in the overgrown woods, he spotted the handler before he was even close enough to call out, for the large man wore a bright red shirt that seemed more of a target then a warning he was not some animal to be hunted.
He slowed the horse and moved forward, ducking at low branches and coming to a clearing he pulled his horse to stop.
He took in the figures of the handler and his son, they seemed to have decided to move there camp, for a shed was being constructed and the pens moved off to the side, they were clearing a large area in front of the cages.
The large sweaty handler, was cursing and mumbling to the boy, his scent strong enough to make Kane’s nose twitch. But it was the sight of three dogs in the cages that stopped Kane for calling a greeting, for none were his prize, the werewolf female he had captured days earlier and hid here.
He kicked the horse forward and saw the panic spread in the handlers eyes as he pulled up to stop next to the shed, where he dismounted and tossed the reins over the nearby branches, turning he put his hands on his hips and raised an eye brow.
“Kk..kane, I wasn’t ssure you would ffine this place?” the handler said, stumbling on his thick tougue as the adams apple jumped with his quick swallows.
“Where is she?” he snarled, looking around with his dark orbs searching for his prize.
“Wwwell..See the thing is, I did what you said Kane, I kept her with me and I went to town and my boy stayed with her but that vampire woman stole her!” the handler rushed to tell him.
Kane growled as he lifted his right arm and grabbed his axe, sliding it from the horse’s side and letting it fall and smack against his leg. “I warned you, lose her and you knew what was going to happen” Kane said in a soft voice he used when his anger was about to boil beyond control.
He fought against the rage as he walked across to come face to face with the handler. “You did what you said you would do, for that you will breath another day!” Kane told him as he raised his arm keeping it bent and swung hard, letting his elbow and thick forearm smash against the handler’s thick face.
Blood squired up and he raised a hand to wipe it from his cheek, turning his dark orbs on the boy, he lifted his leg and stepped over the crumbled body of the handler, intent of his pray.
His smile showed his demonic teeth. “Its you who will pay the price of losing my prize!” he snarled as the boy turned and bolted for the trees, his high scream echoing in Kane’s ears as he broke into a run and followed.
The underbrush was shoved aside without care of the scratches it left behind on Kane’s skin,
Reaching out he grabbed the child’s tunic by its coller and skidded to a haul throwing the boy off his balance and smiling widely at the loud choking noise that erupted from the childs open mouth. as Kane threw him to the ground. Holding his axe up high, he aimed for the boys legs and swung with a tight grip, feeling the skin split and the bones crunched loudly in his ears mingled with the pain filled screams.
Tossing his axe aside he pulled his dagger from his belt and grinned, as he bent over and took out his anger on the boy"Fight back like a man you weakling boy!".
Letting its blade slice with out direction, blood rose from the cuts and spilled down the boys sides letting the earth below suck it up as fast as it fell.
Kane raised the blade and let the childs horror filled eyes watch and widen as he licked the blade clean, before slipping it in to its sheath once more. Ignoring the pleading cries that spilled out of the one he held between his legs, he looked down with a grin, “I warned you” he growled, baring his sharp and slightly tinted pink canines, “I said I would be kind if you only fought back, and yet you ignored my words and gave in!”
The large demon dropped the ragged piece of cloth he held within his claws and straightened, flaring out his bat like wings and stretched.
Dropping to one knee he shifted the torn shirt and leaned in closer, inhaling the scent of the boy he was having such fun with. “I would have made it quick and not completely painless, had you struggled and fought like a boy should, instead you disappoint me and take the fun from this sport by laying there like a girl!” he growled his breath mingling with the blood/sweat soaked skin of the boys throat. Sinking his teeth easily into the others neck, fangs piercing the skin and driving deeper into the flesh that held the boys shoulder.
Closing his jaws on the warm flesh, he ripped his jaws from the boy and sat back, spitting out the large torn flesh that he held in his teeth.
The boy’s screams filled the night but he tried of playing with this male and didn’t feel like hearing him scream and plead for his worthless life any longer.. Hands moved as the male beneath him started to writhe and sob, a delightful smile at where the lump of flesh and flow of blood. merged.
The head ripped back and curling onto this demon’s face. Leaning over the large demon’s, tongue ran over the shoulder and the wound before head turned a bit and he pressed his lips to the male’s ear.
“Goodnight, boy.” He whispered softly to the other as he held his head firmly now. Fingers pressed to his face as he jerked the head to the side.
Crack.
He grinned as the body stopped moving, and just lay there as the life poured out of it. Laughing, he stood, fixing himself up the best he could, Turning, he walked away from the twisted and broken male, eyes scanning over the clearing that he came out into.
He hurried back to the clearing and reached for his horse’s reins, knowing full well that Randiriel couldn’t have failed to hear what had gone on, he needed to return to her quickly before she stumbled upon something he would regret killing her for. Turning his horse he mounted in one fluid motion and headed back to their camp
-One paragraph on how you received your invite! Kane has not been invited to the castle, nor in his mind does he need an invitation, he comes seeking the wolves that this silly ruler Nicolas Cashel harbours and protects in his stonewalls. If he finds some fun there, then why should he not enjoy himself while he is working?
-One detailed paragraph on reason for your travel to Cashel Castle. Kane travels to the Cashel Castle on the trail of werewolves, he has heard the castle holds them as slaves for their guests but Kane doesn’t care about the castle or its guests. He wants to earn the title of most vicious bounty hunter, and ridding the world of its mutated mutts, he is sure he can gain it, and spread the fear of his very name spoken through out the world.
-One (or more) paragraph on your characters personal history.
Born of two races, Kane grew up surrounded by anger and mistrust. He evolved to survive on his only talent that of intimidation, for his appearance tended to startle most humanoids forms A bounty hunter by trade, he earned his wages even if it meant the hunted didn’t always return alive to its patron. His double-edged battle-axe kept cleaned and often (not always) was the first thing a hunted saw. It shined and glittered, as it swung down upon its victim.
-Two (or more) detailed paragraphs on your characters appearance;
He stands 6’5, muscular build, clean shaven head, with a array of black tattoos covering the left side of his skull, Large coal black eyes reveal nothing to the on lookers, his large frame is off set by two bat like wings that he keeps tucked against his back unless there claw tipped spread could be used as form of distraction with an opponent.
-One (or more) paragraph on your character’s personality.
Kane is a cold, aggressive demon, he would sooner slice your throat then have to stand and listen to you babble on about things he deems unimportant. But on the other side of this plain, he can be sweet and considerate, just be warned it’s a ploy to gain what he seeks and he will soon dispose of you when your usefulness is quenched.
-One (or more) paragraph on your characters social status and what exactly they are: Kane is a bounty hunter; he hunts werewolves in this world. His status as a vicious hunter is held in place on pure and simple fear, for what other emotion will slow the mind, freeze the body and make one’s heart pound like its about to explode.
-A role-playing sample so we may see if your writing is literate enough for public showing and understanding.
Kane moved as silently as the large horse could manage in the overgrown woods, he spotted the handler before he was even close enough to call out, for the large man wore a bright red shirt that seemed more of a target then a warning he was not some animal to be hunted.
He slowed the horse and moved forward, ducking at low branches and coming to a clearing he pulled his horse to stop.
He took in the figures of the handler and his son, they seemed to have decided to move there camp, for a shed was being constructed and the pens moved off to the side, they were clearing a large area in front of the cages.
The large sweaty handler, was cursing and mumbling to the boy, his scent strong enough to make Kane’s nose twitch. But it was the sight of three dogs in the cages that stopped Kane for calling a greeting, for none were his prize, the werewolf female he had captured days earlier and hid here.
He kicked the horse forward and saw the panic spread in the handlers eyes as he pulled up to stop next to the shed, where he dismounted and tossed the reins over the nearby branches, turning he put his hands on his hips and raised an eye brow.
“Kk..kane, I wasn’t ssure you would ffine this place?” the handler said, stumbling on his thick tougue as the adams apple jumped with his quick swallows.
“Where is she?” he snarled, looking around with his dark orbs searching for his prize.
“Wwwell..See the thing is, I did what you said Kane, I kept her with me and I went to town and my boy stayed with her but that vampire woman stole her!” the handler rushed to tell him.
Kane growled as he lifted his right arm and grabbed his axe, sliding it from the horse’s side and letting it fall and smack against his leg. “I warned you, lose her and you knew what was going to happen” Kane said in a soft voice he used when his anger was about to boil beyond control.
He fought against the rage as he walked across to come face to face with the handler. “You did what you said you would do, for that you will breath another day!” Kane told him as he raised his arm keeping it bent and swung hard, letting his elbow and thick forearm smash against the handler’s thick face.
Blood squired up and he raised a hand to wipe it from his cheek, turning his dark orbs on the boy, he lifted his leg and stepped over the crumbled body of the handler, intent of his pray.
His smile showed his demonic teeth. “Its you who will pay the price of losing my prize!” he snarled as the boy turned and bolted for the trees, his high scream echoing in Kane’s ears as he broke into a run and followed.
The underbrush was shoved aside without care of the scratches it left behind on Kane’s skin,
Reaching out he grabbed the child’s tunic by its coller and skidded to a haul throwing the boy off his balance and smiling widely at the loud choking noise that erupted from the childs open mouth. as Kane threw him to the ground. Holding his axe up high, he aimed for the boys legs and swung with a tight grip, feeling the skin split and the bones crunched loudly in his ears mingled with the pain filled screams.
Tossing his axe aside he pulled his dagger from his belt and grinned, as he bent over and took out his anger on the boy"Fight back like a man you weakling boy!".
Letting its blade slice with out direction, blood rose from the cuts and spilled down the boys sides letting the earth below suck it up as fast as it fell.
Kane raised the blade and let the childs horror filled eyes watch and widen as he licked the blade clean, before slipping it in to its sheath once more. Ignoring the pleading cries that spilled out of the one he held between his legs, he looked down with a grin, “I warned you” he growled, baring his sharp and slightly tinted pink canines, “I said I would be kind if you only fought back, and yet you ignored my words and gave in!”
The large demon dropped the ragged piece of cloth he held within his claws and straightened, flaring out his bat like wings and stretched.
Dropping to one knee he shifted the torn shirt and leaned in closer, inhaling the scent of the boy he was having such fun with. “I would have made it quick and not completely painless, had you struggled and fought like a boy should, instead you disappoint me and take the fun from this sport by laying there like a girl!” he growled his breath mingling with the blood/sweat soaked skin of the boys throat. Sinking his teeth easily into the others neck, fangs piercing the skin and driving deeper into the flesh that held the boys shoulder.
Closing his jaws on the warm flesh, he ripped his jaws from the boy and sat back, spitting out the large torn flesh that he held in his teeth.
The boy’s screams filled the night but he tried of playing with this male and didn’t feel like hearing him scream and plead for his worthless life any longer.. Hands moved as the male beneath him started to writhe and sob, a delightful smile at where the lump of flesh and flow of blood. merged.
The head ripped back and curling onto this demon’s face. Leaning over the large demon’s, tongue ran over the shoulder and the wound before head turned a bit and he pressed his lips to the male’s ear.
“Goodnight, boy.” He whispered softly to the other as he held his head firmly now. Fingers pressed to his face as he jerked the head to the side.
Crack.
He grinned as the body stopped moving, and just lay there as the life poured out of it. Laughing, he stood, fixing himself up the best he could, Turning, he walked away from the twisted and broken male, eyes scanning over the clearing that he came out into.
He hurried back to the clearing and reached for his horse’s reins, knowing full well that Randiriel couldn’t have failed to hear what had gone on, he needed to return to her quickly before she stumbled upon something he would regret killing her for. Turning his horse he mounted in one fluid motion and headed back to their camp