Post by Arkon on Jun 18, 2007 19:46:12 GMT
Name: Arkon
Age: Early twenties
Height: 5'10"
Build: Slim and athletic
Power: None really. He has heightened (for a human) agility, stamina, speed and balance, and some simple gadgets like climbing claws, but he can't throw fireballs or fly or anything. I don't like immortality. Being able to die makes thing much more interesting.
Looks: Plain. Short light brown hair, dark brown eyes. Most of his features are hidden by a large black hooded cloak.
History: Just over a week ago (09/06/07) Arkon woke up on the side of a mountain, with a huge gash in his forehead and no recollection of anything other than his name. A large powerful rifle lay a few feet from him. As he started to look around he was attacked by three masked assailants. He just managed to slay them with the rifle, then made a break for it when he heard othersapproaching. Once he was safe he checked his pockets for the first time, finding a small amount of money and a note with just two words scawled on it: "Blood City". Now he is here, trying to find out who he is and who is chasing him.
Race: Human.
Friends: None.
Weapons: Assault rifle with shotgun attachment and laser targeter.
Age: Early twenties
Height: 5'10"
Build: Slim and athletic
Power: None really. He has heightened (for a human) agility, stamina, speed and balance, and some simple gadgets like climbing claws, but he can't throw fireballs or fly or anything. I don't like immortality. Being able to die makes thing much more interesting.
Looks: Plain. Short light brown hair, dark brown eyes. Most of his features are hidden by a large black hooded cloak.
History: Just over a week ago (09/06/07) Arkon woke up on the side of a mountain, with a huge gash in his forehead and no recollection of anything other than his name. A large powerful rifle lay a few feet from him. As he started to look around he was attacked by three masked assailants. He just managed to slay them with the rifle, then made a break for it when he heard othersapproaching. Once he was safe he checked his pockets for the first time, finding a small amount of money and a note with just two words scawled on it: "Blood City". Now he is here, trying to find out who he is and who is chasing him.
Race: Human.
Friends: None.
Weapons: Assault rifle with shotgun attachment and laser targeter.
