Post by B. B. Wolf on Feb 28, 2008 22:57:17 GMT -6
Name: Devin MacAndrews (sometimes goes by Toasty)
Age: 572 (looks to be about 25)
Species: Human, Immortal
Description: Devin stands at about six foot one with a medium build. He has short brown hair that is spiked up a bit, and a styled goatee. His eyes gradually change color from Brown, to Gold, to Green. If asked, he just says Hazel. He has a carefree look about him most times. He has a celtic poem tattooed on his back, Ode by Arthur O'Shaughnessy, a serpentine dragon on his right arm, and a wolf that's chained down on his left. A few scars run his body, but nothing too major.
Clothing: Dark trousers and a button up shirt usually, over which he wears a furlined, ankle-length overcoat with a hood. An old leather belt with a gun holster wraps around his waist and heavy boots with steel toes cover his feet. When it's not cold, his leather gloves are tucked into his belt. A thin silver chain with a pendant in the shape of entwined celtic dragons hangs from his neck.
Weapons: An old colt six shot revolver, a hunting knife with a bone hilt, and his ancestral sword. Which looks like this: www.filofiel.com/tienda/popup_image.php?pID=743&osCsid=55a5f40f27836376003ffbbf09fc70e4
Personality: Devin likes to have fun and doesn't let much get in the way of that. He tends to let his emotions run him and it's gotten him into more than one sticky situation.
History: Devin had led a pretty normal life up until his twentieth birthday when he was sucked into a strange new world with only his old sword and the clothes on his back. Through trial and error he finally learned the rules of the land he had been pulled into. After learning of his immortality, he started traveling the land, doing what he could to help (in some cases anyway), and learning how better to defend himself. Now he wanders where ever he wants, preferring not to stay in one spot to long, lest some of his past "acquaintances" catch up to him.
Powers: He has supernatural speed and strength and has learned much over the last few years. He's learned how to use most magic items, though the only magic he himself is capable of is the ability to take a gaseous form (like turning into mist or smoke).
Abilities: Martial arts, sleight of hand, sword expertise, gunslinging, and can speak pretty much all the languages he's ever encountered (he's had lots of time to practice).
Weakness: He's usually a bit disoriented after recieving a normally mortal wound. Though immortal, he can still be killed if decapitated.
And even after living for so long, he doesn't always know how to handle some situations. And he's still looking for a way to get out of Gredarius.
Also, his friends jokingly call him Casanova incarnate, but he claims he can't help but flirt sometimes.
Age: 572 (looks to be about 25)
Species: Human, Immortal
Description: Devin stands at about six foot one with a medium build. He has short brown hair that is spiked up a bit, and a styled goatee. His eyes gradually change color from Brown, to Gold, to Green. If asked, he just says Hazel. He has a carefree look about him most times. He has a celtic poem tattooed on his back, Ode by Arthur O'Shaughnessy, a serpentine dragon on his right arm, and a wolf that's chained down on his left. A few scars run his body, but nothing too major.
Clothing: Dark trousers and a button up shirt usually, over which he wears a furlined, ankle-length overcoat with a hood. An old leather belt with a gun holster wraps around his waist and heavy boots with steel toes cover his feet. When it's not cold, his leather gloves are tucked into his belt. A thin silver chain with a pendant in the shape of entwined celtic dragons hangs from his neck.
Weapons: An old colt six shot revolver, a hunting knife with a bone hilt, and his ancestral sword. Which looks like this: www.filofiel.com/tienda/popup_image.php?pID=743&osCsid=55a5f40f27836376003ffbbf09fc70e4
Personality: Devin likes to have fun and doesn't let much get in the way of that. He tends to let his emotions run him and it's gotten him into more than one sticky situation.
History: Devin had led a pretty normal life up until his twentieth birthday when he was sucked into a strange new world with only his old sword and the clothes on his back. Through trial and error he finally learned the rules of the land he had been pulled into. After learning of his immortality, he started traveling the land, doing what he could to help (in some cases anyway), and learning how better to defend himself. Now he wanders where ever he wants, preferring not to stay in one spot to long, lest some of his past "acquaintances" catch up to him.
Powers: He has supernatural speed and strength and has learned much over the last few years. He's learned how to use most magic items, though the only magic he himself is capable of is the ability to take a gaseous form (like turning into mist or smoke).
Abilities: Martial arts, sleight of hand, sword expertise, gunslinging, and can speak pretty much all the languages he's ever encountered (he's had lots of time to practice).
Weakness: He's usually a bit disoriented after recieving a normally mortal wound. Though immortal, he can still be killed if decapitated.
And even after living for so long, he doesn't always know how to handle some situations. And he's still looking for a way to get out of Gredarius.
Also, his friends jokingly call him Casanova incarnate, but he claims he can't help but flirt sometimes.
