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LeCrowe · 04-18-2008, 01:25 AM

((My first RP in a _long_ while (my last RP being the help thread that used to be stickied about a year ago. Was a bout a tavern. Dunno if anyone remembers.), hope I do well

P.S.: Yes, this is a new account, forgot my old password.))

Name: Original name unkown; presumed to be Crowe. Nicknamed Le Crowe.
Age:Something around 13-14-15; it is not known.
*Gender:Male
Race:Half-Elf

Abilities:
Piercing shot; fires an arrow that can pierce trough stone and metal alike easily. Altough performing this requires an huge amount of concentration, so it is rarely used.
Weapon training; can use any weapon with decent skill, apart from blunt weapons such as maces, clubs and axes. Or staves. His primary weapons are a bow and a sword.
Dance of a million blades; old technique he learnt from his teacher (covered later on) wich is in fact a dance, in wich he moves very fast around his target. He slips his blade trough the victim multiples times, and the reflections of light on the blade make it seems like there is a million of them. Altough always lethal, performing this requires an amazing amount of concentration and energy as well; thus, it is used very rarely, and mostly in situations of life and death.
Sharp eye; Le Crowe can see far, and sharp; he most likely sees his enemies coming in open areas and under cover alike. Altough he cannot see *trough* things, this ability is very usefull for 'sniping' or scouting.

Clothing: Black, more-or-less tight pants made out of linen. He wears leather kneepads, again black, with small metal studs in them. On his chest rests a light mail armour covered with a lose black shirt tied around the waist with a small brown leather belt. On his shoulders lays a long, black cape whose end is a little torn. It also has a hood. His belt features many pockets filled with various potions and herbs, to wich he knows little in fact. Two daggers are strapped to the back of the belt, and on his back is a bastard sword worn with time, but in average condition. On the leather handle of the sword, is engraved 'Sieg', 'Victory' in german. Back to the character itself; he has boots of leather (yes, black

) laced with silver laces, wich end in pendants on wich are attached crosses and various trinkets and precious objects. His black leather gloves have the same trinket-filled silver laces, and are in surpisingly good condition, compared to the rest of his torn and used equipment. Oh, an, by the way, the cape is attached by a (silver) pendant, in the end of wich lays a cross with an eye engraved in the middle. On the 'branches' of the cross, can be read, respecively from left, up, right, down; "Live", "Help", "Save", and the last one looks like "Love" barred out, and on top has been written "KILL". Whew. That was a long description. (tl;dr?)

Apperance:... Oh yeah I wrote that already. Hmph. Oh yeah I didnt go over the character himself. He has a pale skin and chopped off pointy ears, sharp teeth that he actually sharpened with a lime, nails that have not been cut in a too long while and became somewhat sharp, brown, uncombed and unplaced messy hair that lowers to his shoulders, deep, brown eyes and well... For the facial features, I supposed an average nose, with oddly red lips. Hell, I dont know. I'll go with the average catlevanian hero, I suppose (past-SotN). Not trying to hijack to renaiscance ;p. Anyways, enough off-topic and here you go, http://www.legendra.com/media/covers...e_amerique.jpg <Lookie here for the facial features, override with what I listed earlier.

Faction: Neutral, used to bend towards Lightfriend, altough due to recent experiences, now looks towards Darkfriend.

Backround: Oh hell what a compclicated story. Here it goes. About 10 years ago, Crowe's parents have abandonned him near a forest when he was near 4; were they forced, or did they do it out of bad will, who knows. They left him near a forest; an old man wich passed by (CLICHE, I know.) picked him up and raised him in his old shack of an house in the said forest (CLICHE, CLICHE

But I actually like it that way.). He taught him the arts of the sword, and bow. Le Crowe was raised with the blade, and his discipline was never really perfect, unlike it shouldve been. This has led the old man (named Vylyth, by the way. Also an half-elf.) to believe he could never achieve the true way of the warrior. Crowe did not care for much, he had ambitions of become a treasure hunter, like those from the stories his parents read to him when he was a little child. He cannot, and do not want, to remember them. Altough those sweet words from these magnificient tales have marked him. So, Crowe was raised in this asocial context, the old man was autosufficient, thus did not need to trade into the city. He did go for a walk around the borders every once in a while, but Le Crowe never left the old house. When he was 12, the old man finally told him to go. Tought he was ready; with the art he had learned, the bow and the blade, he would be able to finally accomplish his dreams of being a treasure hunter. Altough, what the old man didnt tell him, was the hate the people had for half-elves. He walked out into the light of the cities; and was rejected. Thrown into the streets by the inns in wich he stayed, he ended up cutting off both the tips of his ears, thinking it was a bad thing, people hated. It bled alot and led to an infection, of course. He was picked up by people from a travelling circus. The members were Elyn, an elven old doctor, wich healed his wounds and took good care of him, Valiar, a human acrobat wich was the 'primary attraction' of the circus, Arben, a very muscular human who could bend steel single-handedly, and finally, Ralv, wich Crowe did not know well, or at all in fact. He was a shadowy man, and did not participate in the circus itself. He was part of the band of acrobats, tough. He was administrating the circus and its belongings, and finances. He lived with them for a few years, and they taught him agility and the use of many weapons, primarily knives. They taught him the ways of the Lightfriends, and, trough their many representations, Crowe managed to amass trinkets wich he would attach to his laces and to the pendant holding his cape, wich came from Elyn. A few months ago, they were ambushed by bandits. They were all killed; Crowe survived by running away. They were his only family left; he cryed, and hated the world and all the filth in it. Since then he's been quite a bandit himself; stealing and killing for a living, doing assassination jobs and using what has been taught to him for wrong, mostly. As a quick side note, his daggers come from the circus band of acrobats, and the sword belonged to the old man wich raised him. Oh and yes, he lives in the swamps, forest and/or in the flithy dark corners of unhealthy streets in dark towns. He is thus used to combat in rough conditions. Also, he learned to live like a beast, and sharpened his teeths and nails to be more like one. To him, 'civilized' existance is worthless and filthy. To him, the animal's social system is much more like life out there; eat, or be eaten.

*EDIT: Wippon. Is the bastard sword, Sieg, as well as his two knives wich he calls affectuously death and hate. He also possesses a bow made out of crude wood he carved out manually and an animal tendon. Altough he has no arrows for it. It is strapped to the back of his belt, with his knives. He has already tied sharp rocks to twigs and used them as arrows. Altough he does not carry any with him.
((Well, that was long. Hope you guys like it. I would actually understand someone responding tl;dr right now, lol.))

04-18-2008, 01:25 AM	#5 (permalink)
LeCrowe Marios's Mustache Wax Join Date: Apr 2008 Posts: 3 MMOFaces Profile: None Yet	Le Crowe, character sheet. ((My first RP in a _long_ while (my last RP being the help thread that used to be stickied about a year ago. Was a bout a tavern. Dunno if anyone remembers.), hope I do well P.S.: Yes, this is a new account, forgot my old password.)) Name: Original name unkown; presumed to be Crowe. Nicknamed Le Crowe. Age:Something around 13-14-15; it is not known. Gender:Male Race:Half-Elf Abilities: Piercing shot; fires an arrow that can pierce trough stone and metal alike easily. Altough performing this requires an huge amount of concentration, so it is rarely used. Weapon training; can use any weapon with decent skill, apart from blunt weapons such as maces, clubs and axes. Or staves. His primary weapons are a bow and a sword. Dance of a million blades; old technique he learnt from his teacher (covered later on) wich is in fact a dance, in wich he moves very fast around his target. He slips his blade trough the victim multiples times, and the reflections of light on the blade make it seems like there is a million of them. Altough always lethal, performing this requires an amazing amount of concentration and energy as well; thus, it is used very rarely, and mostly in situations of life and death. Sharp eye; Le Crowe can see far, and sharp; he most likely sees his enemies coming in open areas and under cover alike. Altough he cannot see trough* things, this ability is very usefull for 'sniping' or scouting. Clothing: Black, more-or-less tight pants made out of linen. He wears leather kneepads, again black, with small metal studs in them. On his chest rests a light mail armour covered with a lose black shirt tied around the waist with a small brown leather belt. On his shoulders lays a long, black cape whose end is a little torn. It also has a hood. His belt features many pockets filled with various potions and herbs, to wich he knows little in fact. Two daggers are strapped to the back of the belt, and on his back is a bastard sword worn with time, but in average condition. On the leather handle of the sword, is engraved 'Sieg', 'Victory' in german. Back to the character itself; he has boots of leather (yes, black ) laced with silver laces, wich end in pendants on wich are attached crosses and various trinkets and precious objects. His black leather gloves have the same trinket-filled silver laces, and are in surpisingly good condition, compared to the rest of his torn and used equipment. Oh, an, by the way, the cape is attached by a (silver) pendant, in the end of wich lays a cross with an eye engraved in the middle. On the 'branches' of the cross, can be read, respecively from left, up, right, down; "Live", "Help", "Save", and the last one looks like "Love" barred out, and on top has been written "KILL". Whew. That was a long description. (tl;dr?) Apperance:... Oh yeah I wrote that already. Hmph. Oh yeah I didnt go over the character himself. He has a pale skin and chopped off pointy ears, sharp teeth that he actually sharpened with a lime, nails that have not been cut in a too long while and became somewhat sharp, brown, uncombed and unplaced messy hair that lowers to his shoulders, deep, brown eyes and well... For the facial features, I supposed an average nose, with oddly red lips. Hell, I dont know. I'll go with the average catlevanian hero, I suppose (past-SotN). Not trying to hijack to renaiscance ;p. Anyways, enough off-topic and here you go, http://www.legendra.com/media/covers...e_amerique.jpg <Lookie here for the facial features, override with what I listed earlier. Faction: Neutral, used to bend towards Lightfriend, altough due to recent experiences, now looks towards Darkfriend. Backround: Oh hell what a compclicated story. Here it goes. About 10 years ago, Crowe's parents have abandonned him near a forest when he was near 4; were they forced, or did they do it out of bad will, who knows. They left him near a forest; an old man wich passed by (CLICHE, I know.) picked him up and raised him in his old shack of an house in the said forest (CLICHE, CLICHE But I actually like it that way.). He taught him the arts of the sword, and bow. Le Crowe was raised with the blade, and his discipline was never really perfect, unlike it shouldve been. This has led the old man (named Vylyth, by the way. Also an half-elf.) to believe he could never achieve the true way of the warrior. Crowe did not care for much, he had ambitions of become a treasure hunter, like those from the stories his parents read to him when he was a little child. He cannot, and do not want, to remember them. Altough those sweet words from these magnificient tales have marked him. So, Crowe was raised in this asocial context, the old man was autosufficient, thus did not need to trade into the city. He did go for a walk around the borders every once in a while, but Le Crowe never left the old house. When he was 12, the old man finally told him to go. Tought he was ready; with the art he had learned, the bow and the blade, he would be able to finally accomplish his dreams of being a treasure hunter. Altough, what the old man didnt tell him, was the hate the people had for half-elves. He walked out into the light of the cities; and was rejected. Thrown into the streets by the inns in wich he stayed, he ended up cutting off both the tips of his ears, thinking it was a bad thing, people hated. It bled alot and led to an infection, of course. He was picked up by people from a travelling circus. The members were Elyn, an elven old doctor, wich healed his wounds and took good care of him, Valiar, a human acrobat wich was the 'primary attraction' of the circus, Arben, a very muscular human who could bend steel single-handedly, and finally, Ralv, wich Crowe did not know well, or at all in fact. He was a shadowy man, and did not participate in the circus itself. He was part of the band of acrobats, tough. He was administrating the circus and its belongings, and finances. He lived with them for a few years, and they taught him agility and the use of many weapons, primarily knives. They taught him the ways of the Lightfriends, and, trough their many representations, Crowe managed to amass trinkets wich he would attach to his laces and to the pendant holding his cape, wich came from Elyn. A few months ago, they were ambushed by bandits. They were all killed; Crowe survived by running away. They were his only family left; he cryed, and hated the world and all the filth in it. Since then he's been quite a bandit himself; stealing and killing for a living, doing assassination jobs and using what has been taught to him for wrong, mostly. As a quick side note, his daggers come from the circus band of acrobats, and the sword belonged to the old man wich raised him. Oh and yes, he lives in the swamps, forest and/or in the flithy dark corners of unhealthy streets in dark towns. He is thus used to combat in rough conditions. Also, he learned to live like a beast, and sharpened his teeths and nails to be more like one. To him, 'civilized' existance is worthless and filthy. To him, the animal's social system is much more like life out there; eat, or be eaten. EDIT: Wippon. Is the bastard sword, Sieg, as well as his two knives wich he calls affectuously death and hate. He also possesses a bow made out of crude wood he carved out manually and an animal tendon. Altough he has no arrows for it. It is strapped to the back of his belt, with his knives. He has already tied sharp rocks to twigs and used them as arrows. Altough he does not carry any with him. ((Well, that was long. Hope you guys like it. I would actually understand someone responding tl;dr right now, lol.)) Last edited by LeCrowe : 04-18-2008 at 01:56 AM. Reason: Hehehe, forgot a few things, FIXED. Also, spellchecked.