Post by Urza on Apr 27, 2008 17:10:36 GMT -5
* Name: Todaya Raynwater
* Nickname: Toda
* Age: 18, do to certain circumstances he apears to be about 12
* Gender: male
* Country: Born in a small agricultural town named Kaata away from most civilization. Moved to England to enroll in school at the age of 12, two years after the boy had entered the school he moved once again but never found a place he wanted to live as of yet so he wanders on his way to wherever he see fits.
* Occupation: He is a begger...to some point. He's got the looks of a 12 year old so why not use them?
* Personality: On the outside he seems like a decent child though he doesn't smile unless there is a show to be put on. He has trained himself to keep his face blank during his travels. On the inside he has a somewhat logical personality. He thinks like his true age(18) but won't actually speak anything that a 12 year old wouldn't say.
* Likes: He has trained himself to like sweet things because what kid doesn't like sweets? His true self likes apples.
* Dislikes: spicy food, Annoying music and has an Extreme dislike of cats, he was attacked by one when he was very young, though he doesn't remember it well...his mother hadn't believed him when he told her and the cat knew it! It kept clawing at him when his parents backs where turned.
APPEARANCE
* Height: around 4,4" Short kid.
* Weight: Very light, maybe 80 pounds. Immune to gaining or losing weight.
* Hair: Pretty dirty hair, just-got-outta-bed style. Black and red, the red infused when he was cursed.
* Eyes: Very dark red, almost a brown color. They seem to hold intelligence far beyond a child's short years...though sometimes they seem like they belong to a happy-go-lucky kid, shining like the sun just waiting for something awesome to happen.
* Body Type: Quite thin, you won't find any fat on this kid.
* Physical Appearance: When no one is around he acts very lazy, just trudging along any given road, he keeps himself semi-decent but he could careless what his hair looked like. He will, however, when there are people around make himself appear happy and chipper so to not draw any problematic old ladies his way woundering why a young child looked so down.
* Special Features: A silver earing inscribed with random unledgible writing on his left ear.
* Clothing: Long black pants with a black long sleeved shirt, covered over with another short sleeved shirt with a gray cross on it. He also had a necklace with a fang from some unknown animal tied on it. His hands had rather fashionable gloves, you know, the kind that don't cover but half your actually hand, leaving the fingers exposed for better movement.
* Photo:
INVENTORY
* Weapon: Pure silver dagger tucked in to the back waste line of his pants. It was a keepsake of his parents. Book?
* Items: A small brown book. There is no writing in it though...or is there?
RELATIONSHIPS & HISTORY
* Relationships: Parents passed away before he had moved to England. The only person he cares to remember is the person who had slain his parents, he didn't get a good look at the persons face but he knew it was a demon of sorts.
* Objective: Revenge! Of courseeeee.No, not really. That was in the back of his mind but as for his day to day objectives...they were smaller, like where he was gonna sleep or how much candy he had left.
* History: Lived in a small village with his mother and father, they had started training him on how to handle weapons but he had no interest in the swords and archery-type weapons that they had pressed him to use. Instead, one night while his parents were out doing a cattle drive he snuck in to there weaponry and found the silver dagger he now carries, in a small box on the floor. He didn't steal it! He got permission after a long argument to start training with just the dagger and before he was ten he was a master with it. The night his parents had come back from the cattle drive they had also brought home a cute little furball kitty. Oh god...that cat...was a demon in disguise! (Not really...i think) It would attack him every time his parents weren't looking! Even when he gave it tuna it still mauled him. This gave him a severe dislike of cats. You put a cat in front of him and it's gettin' punted. When he was about to turn 11 his parents were slaughtered by a demon. He hadn't gotten a good look at the monster because his eyes had been blurred with tears. He did stand up to the demon though...which hadn't been his smartest choice. The demon somehow cursed him though he didn't know it at first. When he turned 12 he decided to leave the village, he was sick of all the "I'm so sorries" and "Come live with us hon" it made him sick to think people were so weak that if they lost there parents they were automatically helpless. Though he would never have said that aloud. He then moved to England and enrolled in a very prestigious school on the day of his birthday. As his time in school passed he came to realize that he wasn't gaining weight anymore and he also wasn't getting any taller. He focused the next year of his studies on purely demon magics and found out that is very possible he had a curse put on him. With his new acquired knowledge he left school at the age of 14 and decided to wander and find out what this world had to offer, or, at least what different kinds of candy it had to offer *drool*
* GROUP AFFILIATION: None
COMBAT INFO
* Race: Cursed Human
* Ability: Above average strength for his assumed age. (12) Very experienced in wielding a dagger and also has slight training with ranged and swordplay but will chose a dagger over any of those weapons every time.
* Fighting Style: Physical strength as of now, he doesn't know what other effects the curse will have on him so possibly may be able to use magic, but not together with his dagger. He is defensive if not provoked. But if you make him mad he will fight (like a kid) or if you know his true age he will gladly fight at that level.
* Familiar: None
* Nickname: Toda
* Age: 18, do to certain circumstances he apears to be about 12
* Gender: male
* Country: Born in a small agricultural town named Kaata away from most civilization. Moved to England to enroll in school at the age of 12, two years after the boy had entered the school he moved once again but never found a place he wanted to live as of yet so he wanders on his way to wherever he see fits.
* Occupation: He is a begger...to some point. He's got the looks of a 12 year old so why not use them?
* Personality: On the outside he seems like a decent child though he doesn't smile unless there is a show to be put on. He has trained himself to keep his face blank during his travels. On the inside he has a somewhat logical personality. He thinks like his true age(18) but won't actually speak anything that a 12 year old wouldn't say.
* Likes: He has trained himself to like sweet things because what kid doesn't like sweets? His true self likes apples.
* Dislikes: spicy food, Annoying music and has an Extreme dislike of cats, he was attacked by one when he was very young, though he doesn't remember it well...his mother hadn't believed him when he told her and the cat knew it! It kept clawing at him when his parents backs where turned.
APPEARANCE
* Height: around 4,4" Short kid.
* Weight: Very light, maybe 80 pounds. Immune to gaining or losing weight.
* Hair: Pretty dirty hair, just-got-outta-bed style. Black and red, the red infused when he was cursed.
* Eyes: Very dark red, almost a brown color. They seem to hold intelligence far beyond a child's short years...though sometimes they seem like they belong to a happy-go-lucky kid, shining like the sun just waiting for something awesome to happen.
* Body Type: Quite thin, you won't find any fat on this kid.
* Physical Appearance: When no one is around he acts very lazy, just trudging along any given road, he keeps himself semi-decent but he could careless what his hair looked like. He will, however, when there are people around make himself appear happy and chipper so to not draw any problematic old ladies his way woundering why a young child looked so down.
* Special Features: A silver earing inscribed with random unledgible writing on his left ear.
* Clothing: Long black pants with a black long sleeved shirt, covered over with another short sleeved shirt with a gray cross on it. He also had a necklace with a fang from some unknown animal tied on it. His hands had rather fashionable gloves, you know, the kind that don't cover but half your actually hand, leaving the fingers exposed for better movement.
* Photo:
INVENTORY
* Weapon: Pure silver dagger tucked in to the back waste line of his pants. It was a keepsake of his parents. Book?
* Items: A small brown book. There is no writing in it though...or is there?
RELATIONSHIPS & HISTORY
* Relationships: Parents passed away before he had moved to England. The only person he cares to remember is the person who had slain his parents, he didn't get a good look at the persons face but he knew it was a demon of sorts.
* Objective: Revenge! Of courseeeee.No, not really. That was in the back of his mind but as for his day to day objectives...they were smaller, like where he was gonna sleep or how much candy he had left.
* History: Lived in a small village with his mother and father, they had started training him on how to handle weapons but he had no interest in the swords and archery-type weapons that they had pressed him to use. Instead, one night while his parents were out doing a cattle drive he snuck in to there weaponry and found the silver dagger he now carries, in a small box on the floor. He didn't steal it! He got permission after a long argument to start training with just the dagger and before he was ten he was a master with it. The night his parents had come back from the cattle drive they had also brought home a cute little furball kitty. Oh god...that cat...was a demon in disguise! (Not really...i think) It would attack him every time his parents weren't looking! Even when he gave it tuna it still mauled him. This gave him a severe dislike of cats. You put a cat in front of him and it's gettin' punted. When he was about to turn 11 his parents were slaughtered by a demon. He hadn't gotten a good look at the monster because his eyes had been blurred with tears. He did stand up to the demon though...which hadn't been his smartest choice. The demon somehow cursed him though he didn't know it at first. When he turned 12 he decided to leave the village, he was sick of all the "I'm so sorries" and "Come live with us hon" it made him sick to think people were so weak that if they lost there parents they were automatically helpless. Though he would never have said that aloud. He then moved to England and enrolled in a very prestigious school on the day of his birthday. As his time in school passed he came to realize that he wasn't gaining weight anymore and he also wasn't getting any taller. He focused the next year of his studies on purely demon magics and found out that is very possible he had a curse put on him. With his new acquired knowledge he left school at the age of 14 and decided to wander and find out what this world had to offer, or, at least what different kinds of candy it had to offer *drool*
* GROUP AFFILIATION: None
COMBAT INFO
* Race: Cursed Human
* Ability: Above average strength for his assumed age. (12) Very experienced in wielding a dagger and also has slight training with ranged and swordplay but will chose a dagger over any of those weapons every time.
* Fighting Style: Physical strength as of now, he doesn't know what other effects the curse will have on him so possibly may be able to use magic, but not together with his dagger. He is defensive if not provoked. But if you make him mad he will fight (like a kid) or if you know his true age he will gladly fight at that level.
* Familiar: None