Post by Hector Mayil on Nov 1, 2008 15:56:59 GMT -5
Hidden behind the mask
Name: John
Age: 15
Email: punpunpwn@yahoo.com
Rp Experience: Been rping two years or so, xmen, warriors, harry potter, eragon, all sorts of things.
The Mask
Name: Hector Mayil
Age: 14
Place of birth: Copper Isles
Gender: Male
Home: The road
Position: Assassin-in-training
Cannon or original: original
Face claim: Working on it.
Appearance: Standing at about five feet tall and weighing a slim 65 lbs, Hector's diminutive stature allows him to hide in any crowd, while his typically unassuming garb seems to slide the eyes away from him. Even the modest cloth headband that adorns his shaved head could be the work of any peasant. His beaten and torn sandals are barely more than a layer of cloth between his feet and the streets, and the shorts he wears are in little better condition.
With grey-green eyes and sun-worn skin, he can be easily identified as a copper islander with little debate. That in and of itself would make him stick out of the crowd, but dirt and grime from the road conceals him enough to be unnoticed. The small, cheap-looking, dagger on his hip could be something that a peasant could afford, as was the bow and quiver slung across his back. Hector's entire attire was constructed in order to blend into the crowd.
Personality: Hector is, at his core, a remorseless killer. It is what he does, and what he was trained and raised to do. He feels no sorrow over those he has killed, and none for those he will kill in the future. He has very powerful emotions that rule his life, but neither regret nor mercy fit into that category. Love, for his mother and brother, is the driving force in his determination to do his job the best he can.
Hate, too, is a driving force. Hate for his master, and hate for Tortall and Carthak. Unluckily for the Tortallans and Carthakis, his hate for them is just barely stronger than his hate for his master, so he forges on. He is very godly, and prays to Ganiel, The Black God, and the Immortals daily. He worships the immortals, and where he to encounter one of any kind, would throw himself into the dirt at their feet.
History: Hector was born on a floating island made of special seaweed and porus floating rock, one out of the hundreds that floated on lake Jeilkadte. His people had lived there for centuries, and though they now had more contact with the outside world, preffered to follow the old ways. He was raised to be yet another fishermen, which he loved, by his father. When Hector was four, his younger brother was born. Two months later, his father became sick, mortally sick. After a year of being a drain on the family, as he could no longer bring in any fish, Hector's father threw himself into the lake and drowned.
Hector was too young to understand it at the time, as was his brother, so they were told that their father went to live with the fishes and was having a lot of fun. When Hector was eight, a small band of pirates landed on the island that housed their lake, and after ransaking all of the islands with little trouble, they came to his family's island. They killed his brother by tying him to the underside of the island, and then raped his mother untill she killed herself on one of their swords. Furious and scared, Hector broke out of the hiding place his mother shoved him into and charged the pirates. Before he could even let a battle-cry loose, a hand came out of the water and pulled him under. The hand belonged to his new master, the master assassin Rekou Hu Jainen.
After being told that the pirates were a band of Tortallans and Carthakis, Hector happily pledged his allegiance to the Black Hand, given that he could kill some of his now hated nemesis. Now he hates his master, both for the beatings he is regularly given and for the fact that Hector has been given no major missions. Until now...
Rp sample: Nodding his head to Streak as a polite goodbye, Iesland followed the master to a flat area. The floor was covered with pads and was completely clear of people. About seven students were standing off to one side and talking loudly.
"O.K. students, we have a possible new student with me today. His name is Iesland and he is going to participate in our sparring match today."
Several students turned to Iesland and began sizing him up. Most of them gasped slightly as they saw his arms but three just smiled and shrugged, as if they knew that they would be able to beat anyone.
"Everyone, choose your sparring partner. John, I am going to assign you to Iesland. Grab some sticks and begin!" The master walked Iesland over to one of the thingyy students and handed him four sticks.
The student pulled a stick out of his belt and settled into a defensive stance. Iesland swished the sticks around a bit, to test their balence. Satisfied, he settled into a forward stance and, at the sound of a bell, charged the student, sticks weaving an intricate pattern that would make a spider do a double-take. Put instantly into a wild defensive retreat, the student rapidly lost ground. Whipping one stick over in a wicked overhand strike, another into a knee-shot, and the other two into kidney hits. The student managed to deflect one of the kindey shots, and the head shot, but he others connected. The force of the blows sent the student flying back a foot, and he collapsed on the ground. Iesland put away his sticks, and bowed
Secret word: Lioness
Name: John
Age: 15
Email: punpunpwn@yahoo.com
Rp Experience: Been rping two years or so, xmen, warriors, harry potter, eragon, all sorts of things.
The Mask
Name: Hector Mayil
Age: 14
Place of birth: Copper Isles
Gender: Male
Home: The road
Position: Assassin-in-training
Cannon or original: original
Face claim: Working on it.
Appearance: Standing at about five feet tall and weighing a slim 65 lbs, Hector's diminutive stature allows him to hide in any crowd, while his typically unassuming garb seems to slide the eyes away from him. Even the modest cloth headband that adorns his shaved head could be the work of any peasant. His beaten and torn sandals are barely more than a layer of cloth between his feet and the streets, and the shorts he wears are in little better condition.
With grey-green eyes and sun-worn skin, he can be easily identified as a copper islander with little debate. That in and of itself would make him stick out of the crowd, but dirt and grime from the road conceals him enough to be unnoticed. The small, cheap-looking, dagger on his hip could be something that a peasant could afford, as was the bow and quiver slung across his back. Hector's entire attire was constructed in order to blend into the crowd.
Personality: Hector is, at his core, a remorseless killer. It is what he does, and what he was trained and raised to do. He feels no sorrow over those he has killed, and none for those he will kill in the future. He has very powerful emotions that rule his life, but neither regret nor mercy fit into that category. Love, for his mother and brother, is the driving force in his determination to do his job the best he can.
Hate, too, is a driving force. Hate for his master, and hate for Tortall and Carthak. Unluckily for the Tortallans and Carthakis, his hate for them is just barely stronger than his hate for his master, so he forges on. He is very godly, and prays to Ganiel, The Black God, and the Immortals daily. He worships the immortals, and where he to encounter one of any kind, would throw himself into the dirt at their feet.
History: Hector was born on a floating island made of special seaweed and porus floating rock, one out of the hundreds that floated on lake Jeilkadte. His people had lived there for centuries, and though they now had more contact with the outside world, preffered to follow the old ways. He was raised to be yet another fishermen, which he loved, by his father. When Hector was four, his younger brother was born. Two months later, his father became sick, mortally sick. After a year of being a drain on the family, as he could no longer bring in any fish, Hector's father threw himself into the lake and drowned.
Hector was too young to understand it at the time, as was his brother, so they were told that their father went to live with the fishes and was having a lot of fun. When Hector was eight, a small band of pirates landed on the island that housed their lake, and after ransaking all of the islands with little trouble, they came to his family's island. They killed his brother by tying him to the underside of the island, and then raped his mother untill she killed herself on one of their swords. Furious and scared, Hector broke out of the hiding place his mother shoved him into and charged the pirates. Before he could even let a battle-cry loose, a hand came out of the water and pulled him under. The hand belonged to his new master, the master assassin Rekou Hu Jainen.
After being told that the pirates were a band of Tortallans and Carthakis, Hector happily pledged his allegiance to the Black Hand, given that he could kill some of his now hated nemesis. Now he hates his master, both for the beatings he is regularly given and for the fact that Hector has been given no major missions. Until now...
Rp sample: Nodding his head to Streak as a polite goodbye, Iesland followed the master to a flat area. The floor was covered with pads and was completely clear of people. About seven students were standing off to one side and talking loudly.
"O.K. students, we have a possible new student with me today. His name is Iesland and he is going to participate in our sparring match today."
Several students turned to Iesland and began sizing him up. Most of them gasped slightly as they saw his arms but three just smiled and shrugged, as if they knew that they would be able to beat anyone.
"Everyone, choose your sparring partner. John, I am going to assign you to Iesland. Grab some sticks and begin!" The master walked Iesland over to one of the thingyy students and handed him four sticks.
The student pulled a stick out of his belt and settled into a defensive stance. Iesland swished the sticks around a bit, to test their balence. Satisfied, he settled into a forward stance and, at the sound of a bell, charged the student, sticks weaving an intricate pattern that would make a spider do a double-take. Put instantly into a wild defensive retreat, the student rapidly lost ground. Whipping one stick over in a wicked overhand strike, another into a knee-shot, and the other two into kidney hits. The student managed to deflect one of the kindey shots, and the head shot, but he others connected. The force of the blows sent the student flying back a foot, and he collapsed on the ground. Iesland put away his sticks, and bowed
Secret word: Lioness