Post by khain on Oct 21, 2010 3:57:30 GMT -5
“A past to be told.” “One's history can be precious.”
“So a past.” “And an occupation.”
“He will have a way with others.” “When it comes to contact, he will have his personality shown.”
“Now we have a past,” “a set of thoughts,” “and a way of living.” “A shape is required to see, to go, to interact without a shape one only brings fear.” “His appearance speaks as well.”
“What about a family?” “Perhaps of use.”
“A life is coming complete.” “His past, his present, his life, his truth,” “now all that is left.” “Your name...” “K..ha..in.” “Also to bring an age. And a race.”
“All is set!” “Your life begins now!”
Khain was born elsewhere. Nobody truly knows much about the man except that he came to live in Altstadt two years before. He doesn't seem much older or younger than when he arrived and lived quietly, but seemed to enjoy coming in contact with others. Although he doesn't always seemed to have a mood for everything, he simply lived on the outskirts of the town. He is mostly found at the market when at the town.
Ever since he came to live with them, Khain has been working more as a smith on the outskirts. He takes requests from the people when they needed to have things made and also brings various of things to the market. While he does have some interests in the darker area's, he prefers to keep to himself and never truly speaks about his past. It is known from the manner of his speech that he might come from far away.
“So a past.” “And an occupation.”
Khain, as told in his history, is a blacksmith.
“He will have a way with others.” “When it comes to contact, he will have his personality shown.”
Khain is a rather quiet person. He likes to keep things a secret, even when asked and sometimes even ignores others. It might even seem like his mood is every time entirely different. From a gloomy person that just goes his own way to a happy social guy that fails at being social. He has little understanding of things, but does have his own views. Not only on the things he and others do in life, he also has a view on existence and a greater being. He does not believe in 'God', but has his own separate religion.
While he can act very introverted, he does think a lot, but can also have his mind in a blank state. He just does not want to respond or cannot think of anything. When it comes to this, he might not even hear you as his thoughts are simply a mess. He enjoys the sound of slamming a hammer on metal and as such keeps himself away from the town. Not much can be said as the man likes to keep to himself.
“Now we have a past,” “a set of thoughts,” “and a way of living.” “A shape is required to see, to go, to interact without a shape one only brings fear.” “His appearance speaks as well.”
He might appear a bit taller than most people, but his body is rather skinny. Also his skin tone is much paler than most others as if he has seen too little sunlight, but this does make one wonder when the man works with heat. His body does have multiple burn wounds and some scars. His arms have the most wounds, but there's also a scar from left from the nose to down his chin over his lips that is best seen from any other scar he carries.
His hair is a bit of a sandy blonde color and his eyes are of a green color. The green is dark and seemingly cold when one looks into his eyes. His clothing are usually more of a darker color. He wears a dark brown vest on his torso with underneath dark gray pants that go over his black heavy boots. Just looking at his clothing indicate he is no noble. He also has white gloves to cover his hands, so his wounds are mostly not noticeable. In the cold he wears a dark blue jacket and black pants.
“What about a family?” “Perhaps of use.”
Khain, while being far away from home, had a father named Whire. He never known his mother, but her name is Teresa. This information is unknown to Khain, however.
“A life is coming complete.” “His past, his present, his life, his truth,” “now all that is left.” “Your name...” “K..ha..in.” “Also to bring an age. And a race.”
Khain Losper
Twenty-six years old human.
“All is set!” “Your life begins now!”
RP Sample
(Is it allowed of another character of mine from elsewhere?)
G Slayer heard the two talk, he didn't really care about what they spoke about. Something about Turks and the man named a 'Turk'. Turk, Turk, Tseng, Turk, it made little sense to the copy and he didn't care either. He did care when his attack was cleaved in two, or maybe he did not. Well, he did feel slightly annoyed, but nobody so far simply dropped dead. It was like they all just were here to annoy him. The entire world or whatever it was, people were now cheering.
The copy listened to the audience, why were they all so 'happy'. It seemed just strange to the copy, and he didn't like whatever shield stood in the way that blocked his attack. The attack that might've hit some people. Actually he noticed now he was completely surrounded by this shield. It seemed strange to the copy.
Again the man before him spoke, now repeating him. At least it seemed that way. There suddenly was more of a darkened aura coming from the man. The G Slayer did not care as he watched the man come quickly in his direction. The man had leaped at him, instantly the copy had reacted and swung with great agility his large gunblade upward as if it was as light as a feather. The slash from the souba stopped on top of the gunblade and the G Slayer sinking into the ground, cracking the arena under his feet due to the strength behind the attack. If the G Slayer hadn't casted Wall, he might have damaged his arms or legs greatly.
"You..." The G Slayer stared up at Kadaj and then put all his strength into the arm he had held on the handle while his other arm had held the blade so he could fully block the attack. With one arm he attempted to swing Kadaj away, "die..."
