Post by wexell on Feb 11, 2013 22:50:04 GMT -5
Name: Axle Grim
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Axle is 5’11”. He has brown hair and green eyes. Caucasian, though he has a dark tan. Axle is lean and slightly muscular from his years fighting. His back has a scar across it and his chest is crisscrossed with scars. however face has no scars and is somewhat kind, though his eyes can be harsh. His hair is to the bottom of his ears.
Personality: Above almost all things he is practical. Axle hates killing humans, but is scared to die so he fights. If he can avoid killing he will take any other punishment besides death if it means saving another human. Axle enjoys fighting itself, and views it as an art. He wants out of the fighting pit, but does not care how he gets out as long as he lives. He lives by a code of honor and manners; He will always be polite and respectful if he can however there is a breaking point where he will lash out if provoked to much. He has some thoughts on the rebellion but does not wish to join as of yet. He would very much like to be bought, as a pit fighter could have a good future as a bodyguard.
Axle wants desperately for there to be an afterlife and is searching for a purpose in life, besides the endless fighting of the pits.
Skills: Axle is incredibly skilled with an ax and sword combo. He is crafty at fighting and good at exploiting others weaknesses. He can read and write though he hides this fact.
Fears: Axle is afraid of death, so much so that while he hates killing he will kill to stay alive. He fears becoming a monster who enjoys killing. He is afraid of blood, so much so that a drop will freak him out
Weaknesses: He is so bound to his manners that he almost always will do the polite option. Axle is disparately searching for a meaning to life. He hates killing humans, and will take any option to avoid that except dying himself. Also being a hemophobe a single drop of blood can scare him senseless, this applies to both human and troll blood.
History (Optional): while he was young he was taught to read and write so to be a house slave. Eventually he saw the injustices done to humans and started to lash. Because of this he wound up in the pits at around 13, he now is one of the top fighters in the arena, some say he is stronger than some trolls.
RP Sample: Axle breathed in and out, trying to prepare himself for the fight. He truly hated to kill but really what choice did he have? kill or be killed, that was the law of the arena a law that he had to obey. There had to be more to life than this. How he wanted something more; he desired meaning to his life and some kind of purpose beyond the endless killing. There was a knock on the bars of his cage from the guard trolls. They took him to the ring, handing him his weapons. His opponent was taller than him, and looked stronger, but Axle was seasoned. The other fighter charged at him swinging with a mace. Axle blocked it with his sword, then swung his ax at him slicing his shoulder, causing a flow of blood. Axle swallowed and did his best not to look, though he could already feel the tremors coming, The other fighter jumped back, then tried to hit Axle again. He came to his senses just in time and parried the blow with his ax then sank the sword into his chest. The crowd cheered at the death. Axle was frozen at the sight of blood and was meekly led back to his cage where he fell to his knees, shivering with fear. He had to get out, before this hell killed him.
Player Information
Nickname(s): wex
Cbox handle:obnoxiousViking
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: Rping for 2 and writing for 3
Read more: thehumanrebellion.freeforums.net/index.cgi?action=display&board=wipapps&thread=40&page=1#ixzz2KeZ4gJk5
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Axle is 5’11”. He has brown hair and green eyes. Caucasian, though he has a dark tan. Axle is lean and slightly muscular from his years fighting. His back has a scar across it and his chest is crisscrossed with scars. however face has no scars and is somewhat kind, though his eyes can be harsh. His hair is to the bottom of his ears.
Personality: Above almost all things he is practical. Axle hates killing humans, but is scared to die so he fights. If he can avoid killing he will take any other punishment besides death if it means saving another human. Axle enjoys fighting itself, and views it as an art. He wants out of the fighting pit, but does not care how he gets out as long as he lives. He lives by a code of honor and manners; He will always be polite and respectful if he can however there is a breaking point where he will lash out if provoked to much. He has some thoughts on the rebellion but does not wish to join as of yet. He would very much like to be bought, as a pit fighter could have a good future as a bodyguard.
Axle wants desperately for there to be an afterlife and is searching for a purpose in life, besides the endless fighting of the pits.
Skills: Axle is incredibly skilled with an ax and sword combo. He is crafty at fighting and good at exploiting others weaknesses. He can read and write though he hides this fact.
Fears: Axle is afraid of death, so much so that while he hates killing he will kill to stay alive. He fears becoming a monster who enjoys killing. He is afraid of blood, so much so that a drop will freak him out
Weaknesses: He is so bound to his manners that he almost always will do the polite option. Axle is disparately searching for a meaning to life. He hates killing humans, and will take any option to avoid that except dying himself. Also being a hemophobe a single drop of blood can scare him senseless, this applies to both human and troll blood.
History (Optional): while he was young he was taught to read and write so to be a house slave. Eventually he saw the injustices done to humans and started to lash. Because of this he wound up in the pits at around 13, he now is one of the top fighters in the arena, some say he is stronger than some trolls.
RP Sample: Axle breathed in and out, trying to prepare himself for the fight. He truly hated to kill but really what choice did he have? kill or be killed, that was the law of the arena a law that he had to obey. There had to be more to life than this. How he wanted something more; he desired meaning to his life and some kind of purpose beyond the endless killing. There was a knock on the bars of his cage from the guard trolls. They took him to the ring, handing him his weapons. His opponent was taller than him, and looked stronger, but Axle was seasoned. The other fighter charged at him swinging with a mace. Axle blocked it with his sword, then swung his ax at him slicing his shoulder, causing a flow of blood. Axle swallowed and did his best not to look, though he could already feel the tremors coming, The other fighter jumped back, then tried to hit Axle again. He came to his senses just in time and parried the blow with his ax then sank the sword into his chest. The crowd cheered at the death. Axle was frozen at the sight of blood and was meekly led back to his cage where he fell to his knees, shivering with fear. He had to get out, before this hell killed him.
Player Information
Nickname(s): wex
Cbox handle:obnoxiousViking
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: Rping for 2 and writing for 3
Read more: thehumanrebellion.freeforums.net/index.cgi?action=display&board=wipapps&thread=40&page=1#ixzz2KeZ4gJk5
