Post by Blake on Mar 1, 2006 22:25:13 GMT -5
Name": Blake
Age": 20
Race": Beast-Person, Tiger
Class/Occupation": Traveller, Jack-of-all-trades
Allignment": Chaotic Evil
Personality": Blake is a fierce fighter who once upon a time belonged to the Border Patrol. His temper can get the better of him, and he does what's right for Blake and Blake alone. This tiger is a loner, standing out from the crowd. He will decide upon a first meeting whether he likes you or not, and be careful if he doesn't. He loves a little adventure and a little danger. What's life worth if you aren't living it?
Appearance":His long orange hair falls to his chin, the bottom inch of the strands pitch-black. His eyes are bright catlike green, and his ears are those of a majestic tiger. He usually wears a black collar and sleeveless jacket, with a white, loose under top, and a pair of regular ole pants. His skin has a tiny bit of an orange tint, his face tiger stripes. He is thin and lean, quicker than strong, and tall. His whole air is one of awe and mystery.
Weapons":Double-bladed sword
History":Blake's family was a prominent West Continent tiger clan. He was always antisocial with the other goody-goody nobles, wanting a little danger in his life. He started out training and worked for the Border Patrol until the age of fifteen. That was when he decided he wanted more. The tiger took what money he would need and raced off to see the world, only out for himself. Now he does odd jobs -everything from theivery to roof thatching- to make his way from town to town and everywhere in between.
Age": 20
Race": Beast-Person, Tiger
Class/Occupation": Traveller, Jack-of-all-trades
Allignment": Chaotic Evil
Personality": Blake is a fierce fighter who once upon a time belonged to the Border Patrol. His temper can get the better of him, and he does what's right for Blake and Blake alone. This tiger is a loner, standing out from the crowd. He will decide upon a first meeting whether he likes you or not, and be careful if he doesn't. He loves a little adventure and a little danger. What's life worth if you aren't living it?
Appearance":His long orange hair falls to his chin, the bottom inch of the strands pitch-black. His eyes are bright catlike green, and his ears are those of a majestic tiger. He usually wears a black collar and sleeveless jacket, with a white, loose under top, and a pair of regular ole pants. His skin has a tiny bit of an orange tint, his face tiger stripes. He is thin and lean, quicker than strong, and tall. His whole air is one of awe and mystery.
Weapons":Double-bladed sword
History":Blake's family was a prominent West Continent tiger clan. He was always antisocial with the other goody-goody nobles, wanting a little danger in his life. He started out training and worked for the Border Patrol until the age of fifteen. That was when he decided he wanted more. The tiger took what money he would need and raced off to see the world, only out for himself. Now he does odd jobs -everything from theivery to roof thatching- to make his way from town to town and everywhere in between.