Re: Inexorable Altercation [Sign Ups!] (Another Grand Battle)
05-22-2010, 05:05 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by PlumFinder.
Augh, sorry for the wall of text! I just couldn't stop adding details!
Username: Plumfinder.
Name: Loran Twight.
Gender: Male.
Race: Creeper
Color: 400080
Weapons/Abilities: Combined with Description.
Description: "There is a generally accepted definition of Creepers; It is said that we are ruthless murderers who creep up on our victims while they are sleeping. It is said that we stab them with hot steel to make it clear to everyone who's work it was. It is said, even, that we commit these crimes for sleights as small as the failure to greet one of us. Seeing that we rarely fail to kill someone who sees us, this knowledge is surprisingly correct."
Loran smirked. He had been stalked for an hour know, and he had not yet attempted to get rid of those following him. Most of the time, introducing himself did the trick.
A dagger was thrown at him. He heard it coming, and lazily raised his hand, catching it in mid-air.
"Did you really think it was that easy?" He lifted the piece of cloth covering his eyes. There was nobody in the room. Worse, he was not holding a dagger.
"Bloody hell... Not again."
Creepers are completely black humanoïd creatures, but with pointy fingers and toes, though they are not sharp. Their eyes are of a deep liquid looking purple. Over the years, their bodies have adapted to their creeping habits. They can sneak, climb, and hide like pro's, and have no sense of morality.
Loran wears loose gray robes, beneath which he carries a belt stuffed with daggers, his prefered weapons. He wears a bandage over his eyes because they are overly sensitive, and relies mostly on his other senses. He suffers from occassionaly hallucinations, so vivid that he can not tell them apart from reality (as evidenced by the purple text: He was not stalked, and noone threw a dagger at him).
Biography: Loran was exiled from the homeland of the Creepers when his eyes got damaged during an attempt of his to kill a human king. This gave him a grudge towards all the other Creepers, but he realizes he would never be able to kill them. Instead, he roams other lands, killing for money and sports, lamenting his existance. He had a brief period of happines during a short relationship with a human female. In the end, this only left him further damaged (and her a headless corpse) when he found out she was a bounty hunter, out to kill him the moment he trusted her. It is a good thing, he would later say, that he never trusts anyone.
Did I do it right?
Augh, sorry for the wall of text! I just couldn't stop adding details!
Username: Plumfinder.
Name: Loran Twight.
Gender: Male.
Race: Creeper
Color: 400080
Weapons/Abilities: Combined with Description.
Description: "There is a generally accepted definition of Creepers; It is said that we are ruthless murderers who creep up on our victims while they are sleeping. It is said that we stab them with hot steel to make it clear to everyone who's work it was. It is said, even, that we commit these crimes for sleights as small as the failure to greet one of us. Seeing that we rarely fail to kill someone who sees us, this knowledge is surprisingly correct."
Loran smirked. He had been stalked for an hour know, and he had not yet attempted to get rid of those following him. Most of the time, introducing himself did the trick.
A dagger was thrown at him. He heard it coming, and lazily raised his hand, catching it in mid-air.
"Did you really think it was that easy?" He lifted the piece of cloth covering his eyes. There was nobody in the room. Worse, he was not holding a dagger.
"Bloody hell... Not again."
Creepers are completely black humanoïd creatures, but with pointy fingers and toes, though they are not sharp. Their eyes are of a deep liquid looking purple. Over the years, their bodies have adapted to their creeping habits. They can sneak, climb, and hide like pro's, and have no sense of morality.
Loran wears loose gray robes, beneath which he carries a belt stuffed with daggers, his prefered weapons. He wears a bandage over his eyes because they are overly sensitive, and relies mostly on his other senses. He suffers from occassionaly hallucinations, so vivid that he can not tell them apart from reality (as evidenced by the purple text: He was not stalked, and noone threw a dagger at him).
Biography: Loran was exiled from the homeland of the Creepers when his eyes got damaged during an attempt of his to kill a human king. This gave him a grudge towards all the other Creepers, but he realizes he would never be able to kill them. Instead, he roams other lands, killing for money and sports, lamenting his existance. He had a brief period of happines during a short relationship with a human female. In the end, this only left him further damaged (and her a headless corpse) when he found out she was a bounty hunter, out to kill him the moment he trusted her. It is a good thing, he would later say, that he never trusts anyone.
Did I do it right?