Post by Robert Knox on Dec 22, 2010 0:15:37 GMT -5
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Robert Flynn Knox
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Identity Chart
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†Name: Robert Knox
†Age: 24
†Appearance Age: 24
†Race: Imperial
† Sexual Orientation Straight
†Gender: Male
†Birth Sign: Thief
†Hair Color: Dark Brown, Jet Black
†Eye Color: Hazel
†Height: 6' 2"
†Weight: 150 lbs
†Skin Tone: Pale
†Appearance:
Robert is a tall and pale Imperial. His body is lanky and slightly athletic. His right face is scarred from an unsuccessful pickpocket. His hair is a different variation of a fohawk. His eyes are hazel and his eyebrows are dark and full. His face is long and his nose looks as if it were broken many times.
†Guild: Thieves Guild
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Taste
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†Likes:
- The night
- Small blades
- Bow and Arrow
- His Silver Short-sword, Shimmer
- Hunting
- Gold
†Dislikes:
- The day
- Large, heavy swords/weapons
- Katanas
- Wood Elves
- Argonians
- Guards
†Fears:
- Being caught
- Spiders
- Poison (only eats what he catches and drinks from the ocean)
†Nervous Habits:
- Touches his scar when unsure
- Taps on desks when aggravated
- Chews finger nails
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For The Record
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†Personality: He has got a pretty even-keeled head on his shoulders. He's well-grounded and realistic. He doesn't really daydream or think about the future (unless he's planning ahead, of course). Actually, he tends to find day-dreaming and flightiness pretty annoying and pointless. Sometimes people get him confused for being pessimistic, but je knows that he's just being real.
He is a creative and innovative person with a great skill for traps and distractions. Open minded and accepting, he strives for harmony in his important relationships. It takes a long time for people to get to know him. He is hesitant to let people get close to him. But once he cares for someone, he'll do everything he can to help them in any situation.
†Weapon(s): He has a silver short-sword named Shimmer, it darkens when it's in shadows or in the moonlight. He has a custom made quiver and a fine steel bow. He also has a pair of iron daggers with a poison charm on it that kills a full grown man within minutes.
†Power/s:
- Average Lock-picking
- Increase jump 5ft
- Fast
- Quiet footsteps
†Weaknesses:
- Fire
- Light
- Clumsy
- Love/Lust
- Over thinking
†Talent/s:
- Observant - He pays attention to detail and almost never gets lost.
- Influence - He can influence others to either lower prices of items or to do his bidding easily.
- Range - He's fond of range attacks and weaponry and has a great eyesight and aim.
- Hand to Hand - Since his father was a Master Trainer of Hand-to-Hand Combat, naturally Robert is quite good.
†Mother: His mother, Carolynn Browning [Deceased] was a peasant, not poor but not wealthy either.
†Father His father, Joe Knox was Master Trainer of Hand-to-Hand Combat and taught Robert almost everything.
†Siblings:
- Andrew Browning
- Kimberly Knox
†Pets: His father's Border Collie
†History: The Knox family came from a long line of professional fighters, mostly Hand-to-Hand combat. Joe Knox fell in love with Carolynn Browning when he first saw her on the streets of Chorrol, where he was teaching a young student.
Kimberly, Robert's older sister, lived with him before and found it difficult to cope with Joe's girlfriend so she secretly and elaborately killed her a few months after Robert was born. She has never told anyone and will keep it secret forever. Carolynn died of poisoning in her food.
Joe was framed for the murder, but since he very influencing, he was set free after a year. When Robert grew to be 9 when he stole some money from a homeless man. When his father found out that he had been stealing he disowned Robert when he was 15. He's lived the rest of his life on the streets, in a small house in Cheydinhal, stealing from neighbors, creating a legend... The Shadowed Crook. He hasn't been caught yet.
†RP Sample:
The night was cold and his breath was visible from the ally he hid in. He was between Ganredhel's House and Ohtimbar's House. He stepped back into full darkness as two guards with torches brisked by, talking to each other about a fine widow in the Imperial City. Once they passed Robert stepped out from the darkness and snuck across the street to the building he was after.
It was a two story building and home to Llevana Nedaren. He climbed up the side of the house, using the windows for leverage He shimmied his way up to the balcony where he took out his pick and started on the door. Twice guards passed by and twice he had to stop and hold his breath, but luckily he hadn't been seen. He pushed open the door and he climbed into Llevana's room where she was sleeping. He could see her body move in rythmn as he cleared the room and headed for her Dining room.
He grabbed all the food off the table and the three cheese wedges from the floor. He picked the lock to the basement and looked through all the crates and barrels. He found a chest that contained a few daggers and a grape. He finally came through the front door and wrapped his bag over his shoulder. He took his hood off and briskly walked to his house. He never looked up as he memorized this city, he could go anywhere and never get lost.
He emptied his loot onto his table and sorted it out. He calculated that he would get about 67 gold from this and he placed it in a chest and locked it up. All night he was thinking about his mother, her death, his sister, and his father. He was disowned and he wasn't allowed to talk to them, look at them, or even loot there house. He was awake now and he sighed and turned over in his bed. The wool blanket scratched him and gave him rashes. He wanted to live with them again, in a normal bed, not having to go out every night and steal what people worked for.
Why me?