Post by Brandt on Nov 17, 2006 18:21:59 GMT 10
Character's Name:
Brandt Swordsman, his nicknames are "Swordy" And "Brand". His family first came to the land as mercenaries in order to get pay. The family have also been involved in tracking and killing vampires, although much of this has been done in secret.
Age:
38 years old.
Race:
Human.
Title:
Within the human village that he calls home, he is shown respect with the title of Sir. So unofficially he is considered a knight there for his skill in battle and in defensive of mortals.
Power(s):
He is a skilled warrior, other than that.. he's good at drinking alcohol.
Coven:
None he is Mortal.
Weapon(s):
Brandt has particular skill in swordmanship, this includes the rapier. He has training in a variety of weapons which is to be expected considering his occupation. Through training his horses, he has trained them to also be effective in battle and knows the way to kill the vampires. Like many warriors, he has daggers concealed on his person and finds makeshift weapons easy to come by. It was imagination my friend, imagination.
Appearence:
Needless to say, Brandt is an attractive soul. Standing at a height of 6'2 causing many to look upwards to look him in the eye. Sea-green eyes, look through sandy hued hair that comes down to his past his ears. Chiseled masculine features and a strong muscular build. Due to his time out in the sun, he has tanned skin and this alone shows he is no immortal. Often, nay in fact, all of the time he has stubble along his chin and jawline. Although this is not to say that Brandt, doesn't have any seemingly unperfect traits. He has a scar along his shoulders, one going downwards along his calf and on the left side, has trouble with vision becoming blurred. And normally this occurs at the worst possible time.
Personality:
Brandt is a happy go lucky kind of guy, he doesn't seem to let anything get him down and at times this kind of attitude gets annoying. (Especially when hungry vampires are after you, to kill you and drain you of blood) He is protective of his kind, simply because they are his own and wants to rid the land of vampires. He treats them well enough, doesn't torture them and otherwise gives them a swift death if he can. Despite all, brandt is a real family kind of fellow and if his life wasn't quite so filled with peril. He would begin the search for "Mrs Swordsman" but since most of his family died hunting vampires, its easy to see why he is so hesitant. Brandt doesn't worship the christian god, his family are pagans.
Past History:
Growing up within the human village, though it was one slightly more to the North and remembered the tales about vampires. How vampires chose their prey, how vampires could be killed and what superstitions were simply that. Occasionally the family (or clan, I should say) would travel around the lands and hope to kill a vampire. Sometimes the humans would congratulate them, other times they would be driven out of the place with sticks, stones and curses. This was the routine for much of his life. On reaching thirteen years of age, they decided to settle within this village and strangley settled down. It suited the family's interests that there was rivalries between two vampire clans. Once in a while, they would kill a vampire and covered it up to make it look like it was either side of the vampire clans. Although recently, a lone vampire had come through and had killed many of the clan whilest they slept. Leaving Brandt and a few others remaining, deciding it would be safer by splitting up and risking themsleves. With the hope that one day the clan would be able to re-form and take revenge for shed blood.
Interests:
Brandt is interested in the science, or "blasphemy" of destroying vampires and yet has no skill whatsoever. Brandt also loves alcohol of a variety of origins. Not to mention the entertainment of wenching and different kinds of ways to heat steel. Brandt like the hardened warrior that he is, likes horses, kittens and puppies. And enjoys using animals senses to try to find the vampires... often they sense things that humans aren't able to.
RP sample:
Ahh, the joys of being within the tavern. Actually it was understandable the reasons why people drink, these places are so dismal that drinking seems to be the only thing to do. At least thats what he thought to himself, as he took a sip of his ale that he could have sworn the tavern keeping was peeing in out the back. Glaring down at the dark liquid, before sighing to himself and tapping fingertips on the damp table in front of him. Things had been so quiet lately and this wasn't reassuring for him in the slightest. Looking around the establishment, it seemed to be the older folk.. men mainly and was actually pretty boring. He never thought he would live to think that, especially about the tavern. Sighing to himself, tossing a few coins to the bar-keeper to pay for the drinks. Before opening the door and exiting the place, eager to get out into the fresh dull and near dead air. Maybe this wasn't the best place...
Optional Information: Owns a german shephard called Rosie, who is a guard/hunting dog and can get quite vicious. Also owns Belaius, who is a battle trained gelding and is dark bay in colouring. He is always seen carrying weapons, because its his trade and well.. you never know what could happen.
Picture of the character: I haven't personalised it yet, but here it is.
img.photobucket.com/albums/v103/Maryovi/Josh%20Holloway/Lostpromos.jpg
Brandt Swordsman, his nicknames are "Swordy" And "Brand". His family first came to the land as mercenaries in order to get pay. The family have also been involved in tracking and killing vampires, although much of this has been done in secret.
Age:
38 years old.
Race:
Human.
Title:
Within the human village that he calls home, he is shown respect with the title of Sir. So unofficially he is considered a knight there for his skill in battle and in defensive of mortals.
Power(s):
He is a skilled warrior, other than that.. he's good at drinking alcohol.
Coven:
None he is Mortal.
Weapon(s):
Brandt has particular skill in swordmanship, this includes the rapier. He has training in a variety of weapons which is to be expected considering his occupation. Through training his horses, he has trained them to also be effective in battle and knows the way to kill the vampires. Like many warriors, he has daggers concealed on his person and finds makeshift weapons easy to come by. It was imagination my friend, imagination.
Appearence:
Needless to say, Brandt is an attractive soul. Standing at a height of 6'2 causing many to look upwards to look him in the eye. Sea-green eyes, look through sandy hued hair that comes down to his past his ears. Chiseled masculine features and a strong muscular build. Due to his time out in the sun, he has tanned skin and this alone shows he is no immortal. Often, nay in fact, all of the time he has stubble along his chin and jawline. Although this is not to say that Brandt, doesn't have any seemingly unperfect traits. He has a scar along his shoulders, one going downwards along his calf and on the left side, has trouble with vision becoming blurred. And normally this occurs at the worst possible time.
Personality:
Brandt is a happy go lucky kind of guy, he doesn't seem to let anything get him down and at times this kind of attitude gets annoying. (Especially when hungry vampires are after you, to kill you and drain you of blood) He is protective of his kind, simply because they are his own and wants to rid the land of vampires. He treats them well enough, doesn't torture them and otherwise gives them a swift death if he can. Despite all, brandt is a real family kind of fellow and if his life wasn't quite so filled with peril. He would begin the search for "Mrs Swordsman" but since most of his family died hunting vampires, its easy to see why he is so hesitant. Brandt doesn't worship the christian god, his family are pagans.
Past History:
Growing up within the human village, though it was one slightly more to the North and remembered the tales about vampires. How vampires chose their prey, how vampires could be killed and what superstitions were simply that. Occasionally the family (or clan, I should say) would travel around the lands and hope to kill a vampire. Sometimes the humans would congratulate them, other times they would be driven out of the place with sticks, stones and curses. This was the routine for much of his life. On reaching thirteen years of age, they decided to settle within this village and strangley settled down. It suited the family's interests that there was rivalries between two vampire clans. Once in a while, they would kill a vampire and covered it up to make it look like it was either side of the vampire clans. Although recently, a lone vampire had come through and had killed many of the clan whilest they slept. Leaving Brandt and a few others remaining, deciding it would be safer by splitting up and risking themsleves. With the hope that one day the clan would be able to re-form and take revenge for shed blood.
Interests:
Brandt is interested in the science, or "blasphemy" of destroying vampires and yet has no skill whatsoever. Brandt also loves alcohol of a variety of origins. Not to mention the entertainment of wenching and different kinds of ways to heat steel. Brandt like the hardened warrior that he is, likes horses, kittens and puppies. And enjoys using animals senses to try to find the vampires... often they sense things that humans aren't able to.
RP sample:
Ahh, the joys of being within the tavern. Actually it was understandable the reasons why people drink, these places are so dismal that drinking seems to be the only thing to do. At least thats what he thought to himself, as he took a sip of his ale that he could have sworn the tavern keeping was peeing in out the back. Glaring down at the dark liquid, before sighing to himself and tapping fingertips on the damp table in front of him. Things had been so quiet lately and this wasn't reassuring for him in the slightest. Looking around the establishment, it seemed to be the older folk.. men mainly and was actually pretty boring. He never thought he would live to think that, especially about the tavern. Sighing to himself, tossing a few coins to the bar-keeper to pay for the drinks. Before opening the door and exiting the place, eager to get out into the fresh dull and near dead air. Maybe this wasn't the best place...
Optional Information: Owns a german shephard called Rosie, who is a guard/hunting dog and can get quite vicious. Also owns Belaius, who is a battle trained gelding and is dark bay in colouring. He is always seen carrying weapons, because its his trade and well.. you never know what could happen.
Picture of the character: I haven't personalised it yet, but here it is.
img.photobucket.com/albums/v103/Maryovi/Josh%20Holloway/Lostpromos.jpg
