Post by PunkWolf on Jan 21, 2008 21:36:25 GMT -5
Name:[/u]
Jahden
Age:[/u]
18
Gender:[/u]
Young man
Nation:[/u]
Earth
Bender?:[/u]
No
Physique/Appearance:[/u]
Jahden stands at the typical height of a man his age. At nearly six feet tall, Jahden carries a lean, but still muscular build. His skin is nearly as dark as stained oak wood from his many years outdoors and is pulled taunt over his toned muscles. His short, ragged hair matches his eyes; both dark, dusty brown, same color as his rough goatee that covers the edge of his chin. Hands, callused from life, are greatly skilled with weapons as well as handy tools. The only blemishes in his rough appearing body are three long, thin scars in the pattern of claw marks that rip at the middle of his right forearm. Light gray and pink in color, they contrast deeply with his tan skin.
Clothing:[/u]
Jahden wears clothes not custom to the ways of his Earth weilding nation. Actually, his attire doesn't seem to fit in either of the four nations. The main color of his wear is black, accompanied only by dull colors or dark colors. The main piece is a large, thick (emphasis on thick) black cape. The back side of the cape (the side that doesn't touch his body) is smooth, silky and black, while the inside is soft and velvet gray. It fastens together around the collar of his black undercoat and is water resistent. It's so large that when Jahden's not moving, it pools at his feet and ankles, but when he's running, it flows gently behind him. The cape is made from the pelt of a waxolotlolf [waxo-lot-lolf] (combination of an axolot and a wolf), one of the rarest creatures in all of Obi, illegal to hunt, capture, or disrupt in any way.
His undercoat, beneath the cape, is (of course) black. The stitching of his coat is a dull blue as are the seams. It has the resistance and endurance of hard leathur. The sleeves are long and skin tight as is the rest of the coat. The length of it goes from the mid of his neck to his waist line. A zipper (are zippers allowed?) holds the means to opening and closing it, but it's not centered. The main zipper is sewn slightly more to the right. On the shoulders of his coat are two small metal rings (2"). They are sewn into the fabric and lie flat. The rest of his coat is 'decorated' with numerous pockets, zippers, and chains.
Beneath his coat (though you're most likely never to see it) he wears a black, leathur shirt. The shirt is skin tight, as is his coat and the sleeves have been torn off, giving it a ragged appearence. The stitches in this shirt (on the shoulders and down the sides) are a dull red.
His pants are black leathur as well, but not skin tight. They're actually rather baggy and loose compared to the rest of his attire. The stitches of his pants are dull blue, similar to his undercoat. From his large pockets are strung a few large chains, (think trip-pants) and a large chain also serves as a belt.
Weapons:[/u]
Brass Knuckles (modified)
Picture <---Link
Animals:[/u]
Lizardbat
Personality:[/u]
Jahden lives by his own rules, and let’s others live by theirs. Live or die, love or hate, honesty or lies, your life is your life, he doesn’t care what you do or how you do it. His business is his business, yours is yours; and he doesn’t like to get involved. If you’re smart and witty enough to cheat him out of something, then good for you. He won’t do much to get back at you, much less get back what’s been stolen. You’ve earned it according to him. And if he’s strong and powerful enough to cheat you out of something, than good for him. He’ll do what he wants to get what he wants, and expects nothing less of anyone else. Obviously he’s not judging you, so don’t do the same to him. As laid-back as he is, you can imagine that justice doesn't matter to him...unless, of course, there's a reward for him on his part.
History:[/u]
[[recounting only the past two years]]
Jahden had left home, simply because he couldn't stand it. Surviving on his own, nearly making end's meat, and doing whatever it took to survive. This might sound like a hard life to some, but for Jahden it was laid back, easy, and much more preferable than geting a job, paying for rent, and working. Money won, is much more sweeter than money earned. Yes, he's stolen from markets, picked pockets in the cities, and even robbed a few travelers here and there. But nothing nobody didn't deserve. People who are, 'just a little too rich' by his standards are the only victims. No, he was never any 'Robin Hood'. Jahden never gave his prizes to others. After all, he earned them.
Sample RP:[/u]
[[2 months 2 weeks earlier]]
~
He'd never done anything exceptional in his life. Taking only what he needed, and sometimes even what he wanted, of course he had to stay in the shadows. Not that he was a wanted fugitive, merely because if someone just happened to recognize him, he would just recieve a little more attention that he'd like. Which was why he never actively ventured out in the daytime. He liked to stick with the shadows, hide in the night's cover, not stand in the daylight, obvious to all. It didn't become of him. He figured that it didn't even match his personality, or even who h was.
Jahden, cloaked in his black attire, only weighing darker with the night skies, was near invisible. His cape drenched heavily over his chest as he walked swiftly through the brush. He knew the ways of the forest, and no sound was made as he weaved and turned through the foliage. He stopped for a moment, becoming a still shadow, and turned toward the sky. The night was still, and dark, only the distant stars shown and no moon. The perfect night for what he planned to do.
He continued walking, not really thinking, only moving and living. He had already thought this through, if one could call it thinking something through. Truth was, this was merely another of his impulses, one of those sudden urges. He seemed to be getting those alot lately, becoming restless and constantly moving. Jahden had even found it hard to make camp even for just a day knowing that it meant he'd be staying there and not traveling. It just irked him, more than it usually would. And he wasn't one to normally be irked easily. He figured he needed something to hold his attention, something to keep him more occupied than usual.
A rustle in the bushes caught his attention. Jahden froze. Suddenly he wished that his knuckles weren't packed away in his coat pocket. He had stowed them there, not wanting to use them for his mission. He was never on the offensive side, causing hurt wasn't something he enjoyed doing, only if it was necessary as in self defense; which may become a possibility depending on what lurked hidden. Jahden held his breath, praying to whatever higher being above that it was not a Sabretoothed Mooselion. He grabbed his right arm instictivly at the memory. The bushes ahead of him opened slightly, revealing a baby Porcuboar.
He released his arm, but heaved no sigh of relief. This young boar had yet to grow its spines, which meant it was too young to be out on its own. Jahden looked around quickly, the mother couldn't be too far, and he wasn't exataly prepared to spend the night in a tree. It was the only way to esape them; fly or climb a tree.
Jahden hurried forward, leaving the small boar to scurry away. His footsteps, though more hurried now, were still as silent as before. And he soon came to the cliff face he had scouted out earlier. The plateu wasn't very high, Jahden figured it wouldn't even reach the middle of the legdendary Bah-Sing-Seh's walls. And even if it did, there was only one way from here - up.
He had scaled walls before, the walls of mountaions, crags, and even sea cliffs, but no walls as flat as this. The sides weren't as smooth as bricks or wood, but the foot and hand holds that he tried to use were much smaller than most, and a few time he slipped, only catching himself by a few fingers. But what was up there would be worth it. There were few things in life that he was sure of, this was one of the few.
A nest of Lizardbats lay as his prize. Powerful creatures, that when full grown, were well cabable of posing a challenge for even a Sky Bison. Of course, he wasn't reckless enough to attempt to capture a full grown one. Which was why he spotted a brooding mother, Jahden decided to take advantage of it. He figured a young Lizardbat would be both good company and somewhat of a 'hoby'. He had always admired animals, having quite a number for pets when he was young. The last one he had, afterall, did save his life.
Parent Lizardbats were enormous, like Mooselions, and Jahden was carefull to observe the mother's nesting patterns before even coming close to the nest. She would roost during the day, then leave at night, most likely to hunt whatever moved. So he had stalked here as soon as she gave wing to the sky. The mother was huge, even in the sky, so Jahden was unsure of exactaly how big the hatchlings would be. But to his surprise, they were just that - hatchlings.
They looked as if they had just hatched, eyes still unopened, soft, velvety down covering there skin, and tiny little egg-tooths hooked to the top of their nooses. They all lay sleeping, waiting for their next meal. The nest was huge, even though there wasn't even a doozen of them. Jahden looked them all over, amazed at how small and helpless these ferocious beasts could start out. And out of the many that lay before him, all graced in countless arrays of colors, Jahden choose the oddest of them all.
The smallest one, light green and red, curled softly at the edge of the rock nest. It was at least half the size (if not more) than the rest; the runt. It would never survive. Its kin would fight over the food that its mother would provide, and the runt was always the last one to eat, if it even got to eat. Plus the fact that these creatures were merciless, and if they could fit something in their mouths they did, Jahden wouldn't have been surprised if one of the runt's sibilings gulped it down before it even left the nest. So he took the runt, not out of pity, not out of any heartfelt gesture, simply because he wanted it.
Jahden
Age:[/u]
18
Gender:[/u]
Young man
Nation:[/u]
Earth
Bender?:[/u]
No
Physique/Appearance:[/u]
Jahden stands at the typical height of a man his age. At nearly six feet tall, Jahden carries a lean, but still muscular build. His skin is nearly as dark as stained oak wood from his many years outdoors and is pulled taunt over his toned muscles. His short, ragged hair matches his eyes; both dark, dusty brown, same color as his rough goatee that covers the edge of his chin. Hands, callused from life, are greatly skilled with weapons as well as handy tools. The only blemishes in his rough appearing body are three long, thin scars in the pattern of claw marks that rip at the middle of his right forearm. Light gray and pink in color, they contrast deeply with his tan skin.
Clothing:[/u]
Jahden wears clothes not custom to the ways of his Earth weilding nation. Actually, his attire doesn't seem to fit in either of the four nations. The main color of his wear is black, accompanied only by dull colors or dark colors. The main piece is a large, thick (emphasis on thick) black cape. The back side of the cape (the side that doesn't touch his body) is smooth, silky and black, while the inside is soft and velvet gray. It fastens together around the collar of his black undercoat and is water resistent. It's so large that when Jahden's not moving, it pools at his feet and ankles, but when he's running, it flows gently behind him. The cape is made from the pelt of a waxolotlolf [waxo-lot-lolf] (combination of an axolot and a wolf), one of the rarest creatures in all of Obi, illegal to hunt, capture, or disrupt in any way.
His undercoat, beneath the cape, is (of course) black. The stitching of his coat is a dull blue as are the seams. It has the resistance and endurance of hard leathur. The sleeves are long and skin tight as is the rest of the coat. The length of it goes from the mid of his neck to his waist line. A zipper (are zippers allowed?) holds the means to opening and closing it, but it's not centered. The main zipper is sewn slightly more to the right. On the shoulders of his coat are two small metal rings (2"). They are sewn into the fabric and lie flat. The rest of his coat is 'decorated' with numerous pockets, zippers, and chains.
Beneath his coat (though you're most likely never to see it) he wears a black, leathur shirt. The shirt is skin tight, as is his coat and the sleeves have been torn off, giving it a ragged appearence. The stitches in this shirt (on the shoulders and down the sides) are a dull red.
His pants are black leathur as well, but not skin tight. They're actually rather baggy and loose compared to the rest of his attire. The stitches of his pants are dull blue, similar to his undercoat. From his large pockets are strung a few large chains, (think trip-pants) and a large chain also serves as a belt.
Weapons:[/u]
Brass Knuckles (modified)
Picture <---Link
Animals:[/u]
Lizardbat
Name=Gobi
Gender= Male
Age= 3months
Ref = Picture <---Link
Short Description= Combination between a lizard and a bat. Main coloration is a dark mixture of Green and brown shades. Appears more green in the sun and more brown (nearly black) in the shade/ at night. May appear that skin coats his form, but when touched you can feel the small, ever-so-soft, velvety pelt that gently coats his body. Top of the wings (the side you see while his back is to you) are the same coloration as his fur, dark green/brown and are fur covered just as the rest of him. The dewlap and the underside of the wings and the small spot that circles only his left eye are all a marvolous mixture of reds, oranges, and yellows and are not covered in fur, only skin shows. The dewlap can expand out to larger than the radius of the skull and when doing so becomes even more brighter with the odd fluxuation of colors. The inside of his ears are dark grey, as are his eyes. He has the feet and claws of a lizard and his front limbs are connected to his wings.
Total height (when standing on two) = 9 in
Total length (nose to tail) = 2 ft
Anything else just ask.
Personality:[/u]
Jahden lives by his own rules, and let’s others live by theirs. Live or die, love or hate, honesty or lies, your life is your life, he doesn’t care what you do or how you do it. His business is his business, yours is yours; and he doesn’t like to get involved. If you’re smart and witty enough to cheat him out of something, then good for you. He won’t do much to get back at you, much less get back what’s been stolen. You’ve earned it according to him. And if he’s strong and powerful enough to cheat you out of something, than good for him. He’ll do what he wants to get what he wants, and expects nothing less of anyone else. Obviously he’s not judging you, so don’t do the same to him. As laid-back as he is, you can imagine that justice doesn't matter to him...unless, of course, there's a reward for him on his part.
History:[/u]
[[recounting only the past two years]]
Jahden had left home, simply because he couldn't stand it. Surviving on his own, nearly making end's meat, and doing whatever it took to survive. This might sound like a hard life to some, but for Jahden it was laid back, easy, and much more preferable than geting a job, paying for rent, and working. Money won, is much more sweeter than money earned. Yes, he's stolen from markets, picked pockets in the cities, and even robbed a few travelers here and there. But nothing nobody didn't deserve. People who are, 'just a little too rich' by his standards are the only victims. No, he was never any 'Robin Hood'. Jahden never gave his prizes to others. After all, he earned them.
Sample RP:[/u]
[[2 months 2 weeks earlier]]
~
He'd never done anything exceptional in his life. Taking only what he needed, and sometimes even what he wanted, of course he had to stay in the shadows. Not that he was a wanted fugitive, merely because if someone just happened to recognize him, he would just recieve a little more attention that he'd like. Which was why he never actively ventured out in the daytime. He liked to stick with the shadows, hide in the night's cover, not stand in the daylight, obvious to all. It didn't become of him. He figured that it didn't even match his personality, or even who h was.
Jahden, cloaked in his black attire, only weighing darker with the night skies, was near invisible. His cape drenched heavily over his chest as he walked swiftly through the brush. He knew the ways of the forest, and no sound was made as he weaved and turned through the foliage. He stopped for a moment, becoming a still shadow, and turned toward the sky. The night was still, and dark, only the distant stars shown and no moon. The perfect night for what he planned to do.
He continued walking, not really thinking, only moving and living. He had already thought this through, if one could call it thinking something through. Truth was, this was merely another of his impulses, one of those sudden urges. He seemed to be getting those alot lately, becoming restless and constantly moving. Jahden had even found it hard to make camp even for just a day knowing that it meant he'd be staying there and not traveling. It just irked him, more than it usually would. And he wasn't one to normally be irked easily. He figured he needed something to hold his attention, something to keep him more occupied than usual.
A rustle in the bushes caught his attention. Jahden froze. Suddenly he wished that his knuckles weren't packed away in his coat pocket. He had stowed them there, not wanting to use them for his mission. He was never on the offensive side, causing hurt wasn't something he enjoyed doing, only if it was necessary as in self defense; which may become a possibility depending on what lurked hidden. Jahden held his breath, praying to whatever higher being above that it was not a Sabretoothed Mooselion. He grabbed his right arm instictivly at the memory. The bushes ahead of him opened slightly, revealing a baby Porcuboar.
He released his arm, but heaved no sigh of relief. This young boar had yet to grow its spines, which meant it was too young to be out on its own. Jahden looked around quickly, the mother couldn't be too far, and he wasn't exataly prepared to spend the night in a tree. It was the only way to esape them; fly or climb a tree.
Jahden hurried forward, leaving the small boar to scurry away. His footsteps, though more hurried now, were still as silent as before. And he soon came to the cliff face he had scouted out earlier. The plateu wasn't very high, Jahden figured it wouldn't even reach the middle of the legdendary Bah-Sing-Seh's walls. And even if it did, there was only one way from here - up.
He had scaled walls before, the walls of mountaions, crags, and even sea cliffs, but no walls as flat as this. The sides weren't as smooth as bricks or wood, but the foot and hand holds that he tried to use were much smaller than most, and a few time he slipped, only catching himself by a few fingers. But what was up there would be worth it. There were few things in life that he was sure of, this was one of the few.
A nest of Lizardbats lay as his prize. Powerful creatures, that when full grown, were well cabable of posing a challenge for even a Sky Bison. Of course, he wasn't reckless enough to attempt to capture a full grown one. Which was why he spotted a brooding mother, Jahden decided to take advantage of it. He figured a young Lizardbat would be both good company and somewhat of a 'hoby'. He had always admired animals, having quite a number for pets when he was young. The last one he had, afterall, did save his life.
Parent Lizardbats were enormous, like Mooselions, and Jahden was carefull to observe the mother's nesting patterns before even coming close to the nest. She would roost during the day, then leave at night, most likely to hunt whatever moved. So he had stalked here as soon as she gave wing to the sky. The mother was huge, even in the sky, so Jahden was unsure of exactaly how big the hatchlings would be. But to his surprise, they were just that - hatchlings.
They looked as if they had just hatched, eyes still unopened, soft, velvety down covering there skin, and tiny little egg-tooths hooked to the top of their nooses. They all lay sleeping, waiting for their next meal. The nest was huge, even though there wasn't even a doozen of them. Jahden looked them all over, amazed at how small and helpless these ferocious beasts could start out. And out of the many that lay before him, all graced in countless arrays of colors, Jahden choose the oddest of them all.
The smallest one, light green and red, curled softly at the edge of the rock nest. It was at least half the size (if not more) than the rest; the runt. It would never survive. Its kin would fight over the food that its mother would provide, and the runt was always the last one to eat, if it even got to eat. Plus the fact that these creatures were merciless, and if they could fit something in their mouths they did, Jahden wouldn't have been surprised if one of the runt's sibilings gulped it down before it even left the nest. So he took the runt, not out of pity, not out of any heartfelt gesture, simply because he wanted it.
