((Accepted! WOO!))
Name: Jallas Dizent
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Weapons: An elaborate bow made of a multitude of woods, worked together very carefully, and a string made of the strongest material possible. It's nothing to say this bow is durable. He also carries some throwing knives in a belt on his hip, for close encounters.
He wears the aforementioned belt at his hip, with light mithril armor all around except for his forearms, for flexibility when shooting. Though it's simple, it protects him well enough, and offers plenty of celerity in return.
Style: Deadly accurate with his knives, but fairly inaccurate with his bow, though he makes up for it with his amazing speed. If he takes time, he can aim, but he only makes it a priority when his number of enemies is more than his number of arrows.
Just a brief history: Nothing from his past is interesting, nor is his life at all. He's really just average, and looking for work to just live his life. If there was only one thing he had to single out from his childhood, however, he would pick the fact that he never had a proper father figure. His own father used to never come home, and Jallas only saw him a total of 15 or so times in his whole childhood, but never thought to ask why he never came home or was gone for long periods of time. However ,he can't help but think there's something he's missing about his past...
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IT IS I, THE LEGION OF DEATH!
(aka: Deaths_Legion)
Am I indecisive? Yes and no.
Quote:
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Originally Posted by Jim Butcher
In real life, the chair doesn't break when you slug somebody with it, the way it does in the movies. The person you hit is the one who breaks.
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Best two lines of Storm Front, hands down.
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