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Name: Varrus Blood-Shield
Appearance: Average height and build. Red hair and blue eyes. Tattoo of wolf on chest, whip scars on his back. Clean shaven with short hair. Wear armour that looks like a Roman Legionary, except he wears pants underneath and uses boots with metal grieves built into them. His armour is made of polished steel and boiled leather. Always has a smug, arrogant smile and a cheeky look in his eye.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank: Templar
Personality: Calm under pressure, quick thinking and hard to aggravate. He is cautious and has a good sense of humour as well as a quick wit. Is ruthless in combat and lacks compassion, he will do whatever it takes to get the job done, get paid and then get drunk.
Bio: His parents both died when he was very young, leaving him with his family armour, a good sword and shield, and in the capable hands of his uncle. He never learned much about his parents, except that they were proud fools as his uncle puts it. His uncle raised him on the road, the only places they stayed were wherever they were getting paid to work, at inns or at brothels. His uncle was a mercenary for hire and taught him how to well and fight dirty. Uncle was killed in a bar brawl when he was 16 and he headed out on his own. Fell in love with a whore when he was 20, married him in secret and adopted three kids. Buried him and the kids when his lovers pimp found them. Killed the pimp, his crew and anyone he thought was involved. For two years he wandered around, becoming a drunk and taking jobs, no matter how bad paying, whenever he could get them. At 22 he was recruited and only recently finished his training. After he finished training he became a bit more pleasant to be around, but was no longer like the man he used to be, instead becoming a remorseless killer, waiting for an opponent to best him.
Weapons: Gladius with steel core and silver edges with a wolf engraved on one side of the late and an eagle on the other. A square shield which covers him from neck to shin, made from triple folded steel on top of wood with silver and gold engravings on it. Is proficient in unarmed combat.
Magic: Never used magic, never will
Post example: Varrus sat in the corner of an old rundown inn. He was getting drunk off of cheap, foul tasting ale, still mourning the loss of his family. He took a long gulp of the swill and sneered at anyone who looked in his direction. He took another gulp and looked down at his mug, "I'm sorry," he said to himself, "it's my fault you're dead. I'm sorry." He heard someone pull out the chair across from him, and without looking up, growled at them in an attempt to make them leave him alone.
"Oh quit that stupid noise man, it makes you seem more pathetic and animalistic than you do already." Varrus looked at the man opposite him in the eye with a look that said 'I've killed for less'. "You don't know who you're messing with kid!" He snarled at the man, "Leave me in peace, and I may forgive you."
The man laughed, "But I'm hear to offer you work," he said, "but if you rather I left." He was halfway up from his chair when Varrus held up his hand, "Stop! What's the job? And it better be worth it, for your sake." The man smiled, "Oh, it's worth it alright. How'd you like to be a Templar?"
And thus began the journey of Varrus Blood-Shield from a drunken nobody, to a monster slayer. Right after he sobered up and bathed himself for the first time in a year.
Name: Varrus Blood-Shield
Appearance: Average height and build. Red hair and blue eyes. Tattoo of wolf on chest, whip scars on his back. Clean shaven with short hair. Wear armour that looks like a Roman Legionary, except he wears pants underneath and uses boots with metal grieves built into them. His armour is made of polished steel and boiled leather. Always has a smug, arrogant smile and a cheeky look in his eye.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank: Templar
Personality: Calm under pressure, quick thinking and hard to aggravate. He is cautious and has a good sense of humour as well as a quick wit. Is ruthless in combat and lacks compassion, he will do whatever it takes to get the job done, get paid and then get drunk.
Bio: His parents both died when he was very young, leaving him with his family armour, a good sword and shield, and in the capable hands of his uncle. He never learned much about his parents, except that they were proud fools as his uncle puts it. His uncle raised him on the road, the only places they stayed were wherever they were getting paid to work, at inns or at brothels. His uncle was a mercenary for hire and taught him how to well and fight dirty. Uncle was killed in a bar brawl when he was 16 and he headed out on his own. Fell in love with a whore when he was 20, married him in secret and adopted three kids. Buried him and the kids when his lovers pimp found them. Killed the pimp, his crew and anyone he thought was involved. For two years he wandered around, becoming a drunk and taking jobs, no matter how bad paying, whenever he could get them. At 22 he was recruited and only recently finished his training. After he finished training he became a bit more pleasant to be around, but was no longer like the man he used to be, instead becoming a remorseless killer, waiting for an opponent to best him.
Weapons: Gladius with steel core and silver edges with a wolf engraved on one side of the late and an eagle on the other. A square shield which covers him from neck to shin, made from triple folded steel on top of wood with silver and gold engravings on it. Is proficient in unarmed combat.
Magic: Never used magic, never will
Post example: Varrus sat in the corner of an old rundown inn. He was getting drunk off of cheap, foul tasting ale, still mourning the loss of his family. He took a long gulp of the swill and sneered at anyone who looked in his direction. He took another gulp and looked down at his mug, "I'm sorry," he said to himself, "it's my fault you're dead. I'm sorry." He heard someone pull out the chair across from him, and without looking up, growled at them in an attempt to make them leave him alone.
"Oh quit that stupid noise man, it makes you seem more pathetic and animalistic than you do already." Varrus looked at the man opposite him in the eye with a look that said 'I've killed for less'. "You don't know who you're messing with kid!" He snarled at the man, "Leave me in peace, and I may forgive you."
The man laughed, "But I'm hear to offer you work," he said, "but if you rather I left." He was halfway up from his chair when Varrus held up his hand, "Stop! What's the job? And it better be worth it, for your sake." The man smiled, "Oh, it's worth it alright. How'd you like to be a Templar?"
And thus began the journey of Varrus Blood-Shield from a drunken nobody, to a monster slayer. Right after he sobered up and bathed himself for the first time in a year.
