Post by gremore on Jul 13, 2008 22:21:46 GMT
This is Balthazar's 2nd character, just so you guys know.
Name: Gremore Devlin (Grem-Or-Ay Dev-lin)
Age: 23
Species: Human
Profile: 6ft 1inch tall, short brown hair. He may just be a mortal human but his body has been brought to the peak of perfection. He deals with nothing but perfection. He is lean and yet muscular. Not a body builder type, more closer to Jet Lee or Bruce Lee but a bit heavier build. He ways 14stone of pure muscle.
He normally wears a full leather body armour outfit. Looks just like black motorcycle leathers. They where custom made for him by someone who owed him a favour for saving his life. He also wears a black scarf that covers his neck and the lower half of his face, covering from his chin to his nose. One arm of the leather outfit has been removed to give him more movement, more flexability and allowing for better combat ease.
Other Forms (Optional): N/A
Weapons (Optional):
His Bike, Recurve Shortbow, 2 Handed Sword and his body.
Magic (Optional): None, not really ever had the chance (comes from none fantasy)
Personality: Cool, calm and pissed off at all that break the laws. A zealot against drugs, murderers and people who attack others for no reason.
History: Long story short is, he fell in love with a girl he met in a bar. They moved in together and had a really good time for 4 brilliant months. Then one knight while out drinking one of the local maffia type guys. The guy who sells drugs, collects "debts" and thoroghly ruins the lives of the people around him. Gremore was not a well built guy, didn't have anything special except for his love for his beautiful girlfriend. Her name was Leona and she really was a beautiful girl, but most of all she had a personality that meshed so well that they seemed to have been together for years. But this guy, this "important" person decided he wanted her. So he made his move and she shot him down. Ofcourse he didn't like that. Gremore ended up showing him the door with a few fists flying. Not realising who he was at the time and not really caring. Only caring that the love of his life was ok.
All seemed fine for about 2 weeks. Gremore headed out to get them a take out while she was watching TV. Gremore out on his bike. There was a knock on the door almost straight after he had left, Leona thinking it was just Gremore forgetting his keys she laughed as she opened the door. The next thing she realises she is slammed into the wall by some guy she doesn't recognises. His hand covers her mouth as he goes to work, beating her up and having his dirty way with her.
Meanwhile Gremore is on his way back on his bike. He passes a guy walking away from his home, thinking it just a coincidence he thinks nothing of it. But he does recognise the guy, and he notices blood on his hands. Ofcourse all he thinks is that when he gets in the house he'll report it.
He gets home to see his door splintered with blood on the door. He runs in to see the love of his life covered in blood, sprawled on sofa, obviously dead. He burst to tears, dropped to his knees and held her close. Sobbing into her corpse.
He called the cops but they couldn't do anything, there wasn't enough evidence and nobody else had seen the killer walking away. Gremore vowed vengeance and spent the rest of his time toning his body, using the physical torture of the workouts as a release of his pain. After about a year he was almost pure muscle. His mind however was bent on vengeance still.
He hunter down this man, and planned how he would get his vengeance. He armed himself with unconventional weapons. Weapons that required skill but could silently kill. He picked a bow and a large sword. He watched for weeks. Timing his attack so that he could take this guy and torture him.
After his vengeance (which I'll not go into detail about as I'm not sure if there is an age limit here) he decided if he let his talent go to waste and let other people get away with killing they he would be worse than them. He became a vigilanty. Living to strike vengeance for those that need it. Living on what they gave him in return.
This is based in normal real life. Not sure on how to get him into this place as of yet but I'm thinking on it atm.
Name: Gremore Devlin (Grem-Or-Ay Dev-lin)
Age: 23
Species: Human
Profile: 6ft 1inch tall, short brown hair. He may just be a mortal human but his body has been brought to the peak of perfection. He deals with nothing but perfection. He is lean and yet muscular. Not a body builder type, more closer to Jet Lee or Bruce Lee but a bit heavier build. He ways 14stone of pure muscle.
He normally wears a full leather body armour outfit. Looks just like black motorcycle leathers. They where custom made for him by someone who owed him a favour for saving his life. He also wears a black scarf that covers his neck and the lower half of his face, covering from his chin to his nose. One arm of the leather outfit has been removed to give him more movement, more flexability and allowing for better combat ease.
Other Forms (Optional): N/A
Weapons (Optional):
His Bike, Recurve Shortbow, 2 Handed Sword and his body.
Magic (Optional): None, not really ever had the chance (comes from none fantasy)
Personality: Cool, calm and pissed off at all that break the laws. A zealot against drugs, murderers and people who attack others for no reason.
History: Long story short is, he fell in love with a girl he met in a bar. They moved in together and had a really good time for 4 brilliant months. Then one knight while out drinking one of the local maffia type guys. The guy who sells drugs, collects "debts" and thoroghly ruins the lives of the people around him. Gremore was not a well built guy, didn't have anything special except for his love for his beautiful girlfriend. Her name was Leona and she really was a beautiful girl, but most of all she had a personality that meshed so well that they seemed to have been together for years. But this guy, this "important" person decided he wanted her. So he made his move and she shot him down. Ofcourse he didn't like that. Gremore ended up showing him the door with a few fists flying. Not realising who he was at the time and not really caring. Only caring that the love of his life was ok.
All seemed fine for about 2 weeks. Gremore headed out to get them a take out while she was watching TV. Gremore out on his bike. There was a knock on the door almost straight after he had left, Leona thinking it was just Gremore forgetting his keys she laughed as she opened the door. The next thing she realises she is slammed into the wall by some guy she doesn't recognises. His hand covers her mouth as he goes to work, beating her up and having his dirty way with her.
Meanwhile Gremore is on his way back on his bike. He passes a guy walking away from his home, thinking it just a coincidence he thinks nothing of it. But he does recognise the guy, and he notices blood on his hands. Ofcourse all he thinks is that when he gets in the house he'll report it.
He gets home to see his door splintered with blood on the door. He runs in to see the love of his life covered in blood, sprawled on sofa, obviously dead. He burst to tears, dropped to his knees and held her close. Sobbing into her corpse.
He called the cops but they couldn't do anything, there wasn't enough evidence and nobody else had seen the killer walking away. Gremore vowed vengeance and spent the rest of his time toning his body, using the physical torture of the workouts as a release of his pain. After about a year he was almost pure muscle. His mind however was bent on vengeance still.
He hunter down this man, and planned how he would get his vengeance. He armed himself with unconventional weapons. Weapons that required skill but could silently kill. He picked a bow and a large sword. He watched for weeks. Timing his attack so that he could take this guy and torture him.
After his vengeance (which I'll not go into detail about as I'm not sure if there is an age limit here) he decided if he let his talent go to waste and let other people get away with killing they he would be worse than them. He became a vigilanty. Living to strike vengeance for those that need it. Living on what they gave him in return.
This is based in normal real life. Not sure on how to get him into this place as of yet but I'm thinking on it atm.