Post by perfectionofulster on Dec 9, 2004 22:33:39 GMT -5
The heat was unbareable outside as the noon of the day passed on slowly,a small scuffling sound could be heard a bit off as a yound man moved through the gravel streets of the small town that he grew up in long ago.He looked up ahead and saw where he was supposed to be heading too,suddenly he broke into a fierce run his long legs bearing him over the distances quickly,he would've gotten there in a few more bounds if it wasn't for that stupid flatten rock shapped by natures hand and placed there just to make him trip.Well..He did!He fell face first into the rocky gravel surface.He jumped up glaring at the rock that tripped him as if it was alive.He moved over to the rock glaring down at it's surface,carved by natures hand,unmoved,but not unchanged.He picked it up and threw it as hard and as far as away as he can snorting,but the rock was commanded by it's own vengance.He bounced off of multiple things before it crashed into the back of his skull,the rock fell back to where it exactly had been....
First Name: Lysator
Last Name: Uknown
Name commonly known by: Perfection.
Age: Unkown,appears to be around mid twenties
Wears: Old tatterted traveling gear.Tattered weather stained/blood tained cloak,dark black leather armor,stained red sash,and dark black pants that are stained with weather.
Weapon(s): Modified blade,small enough to go through a pair of ribs but stout enough to hack at most armors when faced with that problem.Bull Hide whip,hidden in his cloak,a whip that has what is like blades on the whip.
Birth Place: Uknown
Lysator was born in a small village that was destroyed when he was quite young,his mother and father and his sister was killed during it's destruction.He lived mostly on his own until he was found by a group of hunters,he was trained by the local smith of the hunters village,thus giving him a small talent in repairing broken blades and armors and making things powerful to the level of perfection.Lived in the second home village until it too was destroyed just like the last one,everyone being destroyed except for him,begining to think that this was his doing he hid himself from the world.Appears normally when a crisis is going on about near him,given the name Perfection for the skill of the way he fights and the way his timeing is to the point of a pin drop.
Needs to be modified yes I know but don't ask for things when I'm sleepy,first to complain shall feel the wraith of my rock post >_>
First Name: Lysator
Last Name: Uknown
Name commonly known by: Perfection.
Age: Unkown,appears to be around mid twenties
Wears: Old tatterted traveling gear.Tattered weather stained/blood tained cloak,dark black leather armor,stained red sash,and dark black pants that are stained with weather.
Weapon(s): Modified blade,small enough to go through a pair of ribs but stout enough to hack at most armors when faced with that problem.Bull Hide whip,hidden in his cloak,a whip that has what is like blades on the whip.
Birth Place: Uknown
Lysator was born in a small village that was destroyed when he was quite young,his mother and father and his sister was killed during it's destruction.He lived mostly on his own until he was found by a group of hunters,he was trained by the local smith of the hunters village,thus giving him a small talent in repairing broken blades and armors and making things powerful to the level of perfection.Lived in the second home village until it too was destroyed just like the last one,everyone being destroyed except for him,begining to think that this was his doing he hid himself from the world.Appears normally when a crisis is going on about near him,given the name Perfection for the skill of the way he fights and the way his timeing is to the point of a pin drop.
Needs to be modified yes I know but don't ask for things when I'm sleepy,first to complain shall feel the wraith of my rock post >_>
.Well...Give me a job if you have one open for some kind of peace keeper if you got one you know like an Ambassador?...Pweese? XD