Name:
Valmortus Balmoor.Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgDQ8OMUYNg
Age: Used to be 24. He's kinda stuck there.
Gender: M
Nation of Origin: Thaos
Persona: To be blunt: Deathknight. His role is to dish out big hits with a combination of heavy melee hits and some nasty magic. He doesn't support party members, he doesn't help people get up, he doesn't do tea parties. He's built to kill and it shows quite well. Sure, he's not the fastest fighter and matter of fact he's quite slow since he's loaded down with his heavy armor and big sword but once he's into the fight you can expect him to cleave off an arm and then use the blood splatter to kill the person it came from.
Equipment: His heavy armor and large Glaive (I'll call it that, there's not really a name for that one...) are all that's really his. He doesn't need to eat and doesn't need to sleep
Ability/Magic/Technology: Capable of commanding ice and blood. Though not as skilled as a dedicated wizard.
Additional Info: He was dead for about twenty minutes before being raised by necromancers, saddled with his new armor, handed a sword and told to kill. Unfortunately the necromancer was the first thing he actually killed (Dummy gave the kill command standing in front of his new soldier) and so he got his free will back pretty quickly.
Post Example:
Valmortis Smirked as the dragon that they had been hunting for the past week landed on the bait that had been set out an hour ago. After waiting for the dragon to become engorged in it's hassle free meal Valmortis pulled the tip of his glaive out of the soft ground and he began to slowly creep towards the dragon. He knew from his other dragon adventures that their tails were quite often very valuable to these beasts. As he left the treeline and entered the clearing where his prey munched away Valmortis began to pick up speed. The runes etched into his blade burned blue with magic in anticipation of the cleave and as the dragon heard his heavy footfalls over the sound of it's happy eating and turned it's head around to meet it's attacker a roar of pain overtook the roar of agression as it lost several feet from it's tail as Valmortis cleaved it off clean.
Saliva flowed from the dragons mouth as the sleeping powder mixed in with the meat started to work and the dragon turned to flee before falling limp as Valmortis buried his glaive into it's rear left leg before yanking it out. Effectively disabling the leg and leaving the dragon crippled Valmortis wasted no time in moving for a quick decapitation. The other hunters that Valmortis has brought along filed into the clearing and began to work at carving and cleaning up the dragons remains. This dragon, while big, was still a youngling and largely inexperienced at combat. It's mother would not be a happy camper when it learned that it's spawn was now dead.