Post by Jet on Aug 23, 2010 3:30:35 GMT -5
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Jet
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Identity Chart
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†Name:Jet
†Age:
Unknown (Roughly 72 Years of age)
†Appearance Age: 23
†Race: Dark Elf
† Sexual Orientation: Straight
†Gender: Male
†Birth Sign: The mage
†Hair Color: Silver
†Eye Color: Red
†Height:6'1
†Weight: 157
†Skin Tone: light purple
†Appearance:
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A handsome man standing at six foot one inch tall. Long flowing silver hair down to roughly 3 inches below his shoulders. His piercing red eyes watch all that is around him. His body is toned and fairly muscular, he wanders around however like he has no where to be. From time to time he glances around as if seeing a ghost. He has a scar right between his 6th and 7th rib on the right side where a dagger had pierced him in his early life.
His clothing ranges from noblemens attire to common folk garbs. His preferred outfit however is a white silk vest with a golden trim and dark blue denim jacket with dark clothed pants and tight cloth shoes which allow for maximum flexibility. He also wears on many occasions a simple Black Robe which also has golden trim.
†Guild:
Currently, none.
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Taste
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†Likes:
Strawberries, alcohol, fine women, women in general, swords, breasts, intercourse
†Dislikes:
Men, Boyfriends, guards, butchers, forestfires
†Fears:
Fire, fog, himself
†Nervous Habits:
Frantically looking around, curling up into a ball and rocking back and forth in a corner, biting fingernails
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For The Record
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†Personality:
His personality will change day by day depending on how he feels that day. For the most part he is a playboy. A smooth talking man who is interested in women and how many he can sleep with. Every seven years he forgets his entire life and resets. Foggy days you will rarely see him out on.
If many people try to talk to him at once or if he is in a loud place he will frantically run out and try to get away as fast as possible. His mind does not remember what happened to him, but his body does. He is usually a carefree man but can be serious at points.
†Weapon(s):
Bowstaff with a steel core and a bamboo shell
†Power/s:
Hand to hand - journeyman
Light armor- journeyman
Destruction Magic- expert
†Weaknesses:
†Father: unknown
†Siblings: None
†Pets:None
†History:
Born into a family of necromancers, his family was viewed as evil by the other dark elves. Jet, as he is called now, had a rough childhood, always being called 'traitor' or 'cultist' when he did not know what they even meant. He was prosecuted by his peers because of his parents. These common occurrences repeated until he was the age of 17.
It was a foggy night when the villagers came bearing torches. the light of the fire astounded him as the light broke through the fog. it mystified him yet horrified him. The villagers raided his home and killed his parents on sight. Then they set their sights out upon the child. They stabbed him with a dagger in his ribs then continued to bash him around with various objects such as hammers, poles, pots, and pans. He was left to die outside his burning home. Once again as he laid there, he watched the fire with wondrous eyes and couldnt help but fear that which consumed his whole life, yet he couldnt also help but worship it. He fainted infront of that very same burning house, bleeding to the point of almost death. When he awoke he was bandaged and outside a strange city. His memory gone.
He has wondered the world of Oblivion searching for some clues as to who he is or what happened. Every seventh year however, he loses all of his memory except his ability to speak, and his mastery over fire. He fears fire the most yet he weilds it majestically. HE now wonders the world looking for his next fix on whatever he pleases.
†RP Sample:
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Jet stumbles from the bar, having been there for three hours already, he is most definitely drunk. He makes his way through the city by bumping into everything possible. This being his first time in Sheydinhal, he has no idea where he is going.
He stumbles onto a well where he leans against to try and regain some of his already lost composure and in doing so, falls down it. As he falls he yells out as if going on a carnival ride. halfway down he tries to grab the ladder posts and fails many times. He hits the floor below and almost immediately loses consciousness. What he did not realize at the time was he had successfully stumbled upon the dark brotherhood... By pure accident. The entire Dark Brotherhood heard merely a simple yell and many consecutive clanks then a loud crash. Jet now laid at the doorstep of death itself.