Post by resistor0 on Jul 25, 2007 19:30:44 GMT -5
Basics:
Name: Satoru King
Age: 45
Picture:
Build(slim, muscular, heavy set, etc…): Muscular on his way back to health
Hair: bald
Eye color: blue one eye red from a battle scar
Height: 5’11”
Skin Tone: slightly coloured
Personal:
Personality (a paragraph at least): Standoffish but can be boisterous at times. Rarely takes his mask off but takes if off at the strangest times. Likes to wander deserted places at night starring at lakes with a drink. Very active can be feroicious at times but a valiant spirit. Tainted by injuries in the war.
Background (a paragraph at least): Former student of the secret university on the moon of Aberdeen (yes its in the rpg manual) was young and idealistic at first. Signed up for the browncoats tired of alliance policy to meddle with affairs. Fought in the war for the independences was injured at the battle of Du- Khang losing one eye which he believes still hurts to this day. A drifter became addicted to prescription medication which is hard to afford in alliance days so took to earning vast amounts of money as an underground illegal wrestler and as a way of cleansing himself and giving other pain to focus on.
Career/Occupation: Underground Masked Pro Wrestler
Alliance or Browncoat or Neither: Browncoat
Talents/Special Abilities: Wrestling can fight aptly even using his moves. Heavy lifting, Public relations, avid historian with an understanding of alliance politics far beyond someone of his character.
Likes: Keeping his mask on, Prescription medication, Wrestling, history, politics, reading, drinking himself silly.
Dislikes: The alliance, pain in his eye, the rich, working too much,
Other (normal clothes, weapons, etc…): Even with a suit on he still often insists on wearing his mask. Sometimes wears wrestling gear for his matches obviously. Sometimes appears as a brown hooded figure. Carries and iron bar and two desert orchid pistols for defense.
Code: Wash
RP Sample: (5 sentences at least) Droplets of sweat were pouring down SKs back as he ran at the Inquistor(another wrestler) the crowd let out a cheer as he clotheslined one of his rivals who fell onto the mat. His eye was hurting he thought of the pink belly who did this, everything was easy as he was kicked about by the resurgent Inquistor. His rage was building when he snapped he went for his rivals leg and brutally stamped on it.
Name: Satoru King
Age: 45
Picture:
Build(slim, muscular, heavy set, etc…): Muscular on his way back to health
Hair: bald
Eye color: blue one eye red from a battle scar
Height: 5’11”
Skin Tone: slightly coloured
Personal:
Personality (a paragraph at least): Standoffish but can be boisterous at times. Rarely takes his mask off but takes if off at the strangest times. Likes to wander deserted places at night starring at lakes with a drink. Very active can be feroicious at times but a valiant spirit. Tainted by injuries in the war.
Background (a paragraph at least): Former student of the secret university on the moon of Aberdeen (yes its in the rpg manual) was young and idealistic at first. Signed up for the browncoats tired of alliance policy to meddle with affairs. Fought in the war for the independences was injured at the battle of Du- Khang losing one eye which he believes still hurts to this day. A drifter became addicted to prescription medication which is hard to afford in alliance days so took to earning vast amounts of money as an underground illegal wrestler and as a way of cleansing himself and giving other pain to focus on.
Career/Occupation: Underground Masked Pro Wrestler
Alliance or Browncoat or Neither: Browncoat
Talents/Special Abilities: Wrestling can fight aptly even using his moves. Heavy lifting, Public relations, avid historian with an understanding of alliance politics far beyond someone of his character.
Likes: Keeping his mask on, Prescription medication, Wrestling, history, politics, reading, drinking himself silly.
Dislikes: The alliance, pain in his eye, the rich, working too much,
Other (normal clothes, weapons, etc…): Even with a suit on he still often insists on wearing his mask. Sometimes wears wrestling gear for his matches obviously. Sometimes appears as a brown hooded figure. Carries and iron bar and two desert orchid pistols for defense.
Code: Wash
RP Sample: (5 sentences at least) Droplets of sweat were pouring down SKs back as he ran at the Inquistor(another wrestler) the crowd let out a cheer as he clotheslined one of his rivals who fell onto the mat. His eye was hurting he thought of the pink belly who did this, everything was easy as he was kicked about by the resurgent Inquistor. His rage was building when he snapped he went for his rivals leg and brutally stamped on it.