Post by DemonSpike on May 12, 2004 23:00:08 GMT -5
Vital Information:
Name: Spike Logan
Age: Unknown (Looks to be in his early twenties)
Height: 7'
Weight: 210 lbs.
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Jade
Weapon of Choice: 7' 360 lb zweihander (sword)
Birthplace: Uknown. Thought to have been born in the southeastern desert known only as "The Drawers"
Distinguishing Marks: Amulet made of a purple substance. Hung on a leather cord around his neck. Cannot be removed for uknown reasons neither by magic nor by physical force.
Description (Proof of Para abilities) :
He was a tall man, lithe, rippled generously with muscles. In fact, he was massive, almost a giant. Green eyes stared out of his blank visage, studious, ever observant. His hair cascaded to his shoulders in a myriad of sharp, perfect spikes. With him was a sword. Always. His sword, the infamouse seven foot zweihander. It was too large for a sheath, and was always carried on his shoulder. His clothing was nondescript. He was a cold man... almost on the verge of being hateful. He rarely smiled, and if he did, it was in amusement for someone's folly, or for sheer enjoyment when he spilled blood. It was quite evident that whatever sanity he had left was slowly being ripped to shreds. He was an excellent fighter, excelling in both speed, strength, and magic. He was mostly a melee fighter, simply supplementing his techniques with magic attacks. Not one to be crossed.
Yahoo ID: a_nightmare_named_spike
E-mail: a_nightmare_named_spike@yahoo.com
Name: Spike Logan
Age: Unknown (Looks to be in his early twenties)
Height: 7'
Weight: 210 lbs.
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Jade
Weapon of Choice: 7' 360 lb zweihander (sword)
Birthplace: Uknown. Thought to have been born in the southeastern desert known only as "The Drawers"
Distinguishing Marks: Amulet made of a purple substance. Hung on a leather cord around his neck. Cannot be removed for uknown reasons neither by magic nor by physical force.
Description (Proof of Para abilities) :
He was a tall man, lithe, rippled generously with muscles. In fact, he was massive, almost a giant. Green eyes stared out of his blank visage, studious, ever observant. His hair cascaded to his shoulders in a myriad of sharp, perfect spikes. With him was a sword. Always. His sword, the infamouse seven foot zweihander. It was too large for a sheath, and was always carried on his shoulder. His clothing was nondescript. He was a cold man... almost on the verge of being hateful. He rarely smiled, and if he did, it was in amusement for someone's folly, or for sheer enjoyment when he spilled blood. It was quite evident that whatever sanity he had left was slowly being ripped to shreds. He was an excellent fighter, excelling in both speed, strength, and magic. He was mostly a melee fighter, simply supplementing his techniques with magic attacks. Not one to be crossed.
Yahoo ID: a_nightmare_named_spike
E-mail: a_nightmare_named_spike@yahoo.com
