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Post by [Admin] tiniBopper [TB] on Feb 9, 2013 20:55:22 GMT -5
Name: Siglas Vantas
Title (optional): The Signless
Blood Color: Bright red, but keeps it secret!
Age: 19 sweeps. (41 years)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Works an outward job as an archivist in the trades and the auctions, keeping track of what human goes to what troll family. Behind the scenes he’s one of the most ardent supporters of the Rebellion, though he doesn’t openly show it, even to humans. He is, however, one of the trolls ensuring that the safe houses remain safe.
Appearance:
Keeping himself (and his family) hidden with specialized contacts (in the yellow green shade), he’s mastered the art of keeping his head down and remaining unnoticed. He wears a standardized uniform when at work in the archives at the Trades and Auctions, but has a cloak and hood to wear when he aids the rebellion. The cloak hides his horns and shadows his face enough that the humans only know that he’s a cloaked troll, but not what kind of troll he is.
Personality: Normally soft-spoken and careful when it comes to everything he does, he chooses his words carefully and makes sure they have the biggest impact they can. He’s hard working, and makes sure that the archives over which he is master are always properly attended and ordered. This helps him when he needs to search for information to help the other side. He will do anything to protect those he cares about, which includes his family. Even though he’s willing to help the humans, he will turn against anyone who threatens his family. He finds he cares too much for everyone.
Weapon/Strifekind: Scythekind, though he only uses it when absolutely necessary. He does practice with his scythe every day though, to stay sharp in preparation for when he might really need it.
History (optional): Raised in the outskirts of the capitol by a jadeblood who would eventually bring home two other mutantbloods for him to care for, he learned of the floundering human rebellion early in his life. Hiding his own blood color became a habit as he got a job among other trolls, eventually finding himself in the human’s training grounds. He kept his head down and observed for a good few sweeps, gaining a reputation around the job as a no-nonsense worker. After a while, he bought the old warehouse on the docks to help keep it from falling to scrutiny. Somehow the rumor spread to the humans that there was a warehouse that seemed abandoned, where no troll would find them.
The first day he visited the warehouse after buying it and giving the humans a place to hide out, he was pleasantly surprised to find a willing defense force. His response? “Now you are a rebellion.”
Roleplay Sample: The weight in his hands was a familiar one, pressure and movement coming fluidly with each parry and block he completed. The youngling he was sparring against had skills, there was no doubt about it, and with the pilfered blade he stood a good chance of surviving a fight against another troll. But he was still operating under the idea that rules would be followed. Siglas had, at the beginning of the spar, defined rules of conduct that they would both follow. He would only parry or block. He would not attack. The human’s aim was to draw blood, nothing more.
But he would die if he didn’t learn that with trolls, there were no rules in combat.
He waited until after a parry before he launched a counterattack. To his satisfaction the human didn’t waste time complaining that he broke the rules, instead following his attack and blocking it, beginning to spar in earnest. Metallic clangs rang out with more intensity and he briefly noted that a few of the humans were gathering around, weapons in hands and ready to jump in at any moment. Tossing the first human back, he stood straight and raised a hand toward the others surrounding them, inviting them to attack.
Four or five humans jumped in to join the first in the spar, and he couldn’t help but give a small chuckle and smirk. It had been a while since he had the opportunity to show all of his skills with the scythe, and fighting five talented young fighters, without harming them? Only one word came to mind to describe this situation:
Fun.
Player Information
Nickname(s): Tini, admin, God. Any of them work for me. (Mira may call me any hateful name she wishes so long as she admits that I won <3<)
Cbox handle: twineyedHealer
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: I have been writing for nearly eight years, roleplaying for seven.
Title (optional): The Signless
Blood Color: Bright red, but keeps it secret!
Age: 19 sweeps. (41 years)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Works an outward job as an archivist in the trades and the auctions, keeping track of what human goes to what troll family. Behind the scenes he’s one of the most ardent supporters of the Rebellion, though he doesn’t openly show it, even to humans. He is, however, one of the trolls ensuring that the safe houses remain safe.
Appearance:
Keeping himself (and his family) hidden with specialized contacts (in the yellow green shade), he’s mastered the art of keeping his head down and remaining unnoticed. He wears a standardized uniform when at work in the archives at the Trades and Auctions, but has a cloak and hood to wear when he aids the rebellion. The cloak hides his horns and shadows his face enough that the humans only know that he’s a cloaked troll, but not what kind of troll he is.
Personality: Normally soft-spoken and careful when it comes to everything he does, he chooses his words carefully and makes sure they have the biggest impact they can. He’s hard working, and makes sure that the archives over which he is master are always properly attended and ordered. This helps him when he needs to search for information to help the other side. He will do anything to protect those he cares about, which includes his family. Even though he’s willing to help the humans, he will turn against anyone who threatens his family. He finds he cares too much for everyone.
Weapon/Strifekind: Scythekind, though he only uses it when absolutely necessary. He does practice with his scythe every day though, to stay sharp in preparation for when he might really need it.
History (optional): Raised in the outskirts of the capitol by a jadeblood who would eventually bring home two other mutantbloods for him to care for, he learned of the floundering human rebellion early in his life. Hiding his own blood color became a habit as he got a job among other trolls, eventually finding himself in the human’s training grounds. He kept his head down and observed for a good few sweeps, gaining a reputation around the job as a no-nonsense worker. After a while, he bought the old warehouse on the docks to help keep it from falling to scrutiny. Somehow the rumor spread to the humans that there was a warehouse that seemed abandoned, where no troll would find them.
The first day he visited the warehouse after buying it and giving the humans a place to hide out, he was pleasantly surprised to find a willing defense force. His response? “Now you are a rebellion.”
Roleplay Sample: The weight in his hands was a familiar one, pressure and movement coming fluidly with each parry and block he completed. The youngling he was sparring against had skills, there was no doubt about it, and with the pilfered blade he stood a good chance of surviving a fight against another troll. But he was still operating under the idea that rules would be followed. Siglas had, at the beginning of the spar, defined rules of conduct that they would both follow. He would only parry or block. He would not attack. The human’s aim was to draw blood, nothing more.
But he would die if he didn’t learn that with trolls, there were no rules in combat.
He waited until after a parry before he launched a counterattack. To his satisfaction the human didn’t waste time complaining that he broke the rules, instead following his attack and blocking it, beginning to spar in earnest. Metallic clangs rang out with more intensity and he briefly noted that a few of the humans were gathering around, weapons in hands and ready to jump in at any moment. Tossing the first human back, he stood straight and raised a hand toward the others surrounding them, inviting them to attack.
Four or five humans jumped in to join the first in the spar, and he couldn’t help but give a small chuckle and smirk. It had been a while since he had the opportunity to show all of his skills with the scythe, and fighting five talented young fighters, without harming them? Only one word came to mind to describe this situation:
Fun.
Player Information
Nickname(s): Tini, admin, God. Any of them work for me. (Mira may call me any hateful name she wishes so long as she admits that I won <3<)
Cbox handle: twineyedHealer
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: I have been writing for nearly eight years, roleplaying for seven.