Post by Mama Casey on Nov 26, 2010 20:21:10 GMT -5
PlayBy: Unknown
Name: Luis Marcio Hernandez
Nickname(s): Lui, Lu
Alias: N/A
Age: 38
Appeared Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Unemployed
Race: Vampire
Hair Color: Dark blonde to rich brown
Hair Style: Shaggy, loose, not long, but not short either
Eye Color: Redish-brown
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 180 lb
Build: Muscular but not overly-so, lean, well-fit
Scar(s): 3 claw marks that run almost the length of his back
Birthmark(s): N/A
Tattoo(s): N/A
Piercing(s): N/A
Clothing: Long-sleeved, LOW cut shirts, often button-ups, dark blue faded jeans with black leather boots decorated with belts
Likes:
- His guitar
- Music
- Comfy clothes
- French Toast
- Women
- Blood
- Being a sarcastic asshole
Dislikes:
- Sun
- Bars
- Loud Music
- Snow
- Cars (they fustrate him)
Fears:
- Bats (irony?)
- Walking in on someone (either in the bed or bathroom)
Talents:
- Skilled with instruments, though specifically guitar
- Problem solving
- Being sarcastic
Flaws:
- Tapping nails on just about any surface within reach when lost in thought
- Munching when bored
- Overly careful when opening closed doors
Items:
- A silver cross necklace, it was his mothers
Weapons:
- Very thin, almost needle-like daggers in width, though look normal from the flat side veiw, made to peirce deep and deadly, but leavy almost no marks.
Abilities:
- Hearing
- Sight
- Speed
Weaknesses:
- Daylight
- Pointy or deadly things to the head/heart
Father: Micheal Marcio Hernadez
Mother: Naceilia Ross Hernandez
Sibling(s): N/A
Pet(s): A white raven named Gabriel (Gabe for short)
Friend(s): N/A
Lover(s): N/A
Three Important Things About Your Character and/or Its Past:
- He killed his parents at the age of 12 when he was first turned
- Constantly harrassed by his sire for not serving him and running away from him
- The raven is not just a pet, but has a part of his soul, a unfortunate run-in with a witch.
History: (will be added when I manage to think it all out)
RP Sample:
Quote of one of my posts on my forum:What does the embrace of death feel like for a human? Is it painful? Do they cry? Why do others cry when they leave the living world? I suppose it's sadness. The loss of someone meaninful to them. I feel nothing as I watch them fall asleep, or listen to their last heartbeat. The only questions I have for myself and others is why do I do this? Am i suppose to feel something for these lives? I don't. And that often makes me wonder. I am not a human, though I often wish I could go back to that life. I wish I could drop this mess of a life I've been forced into and to go back to my family and once again share good times.
If it's not already obvious to you. I kill people. Of course not innocent people, unless they get in the way, only those who pose a threat to society and the organization. The Blacks are the only family I've ever really had. Now when I say Blacks I am not talking about skin color, no, I am talking about the color of our clothes. Whites, Reds, Golds, Blacks, there are many but as far as the organization goes, we are all one. The Blacks are the highest ranking assassins in the organization. I am one of them. Well... the one. I am pretty much the highest rank any assassin can possible go. Of course there are more Blacks than just me, but if we were to talk in terms of power, I would be the 'Leader" or sorts.
Are you wondering my name yet? You don't need to ask. There isn't an agent alive today who doesn't know my name. I hunt at night as much as I can. During the day is when I am most vulnerable since you don't normaly see a man in a black robe and hood on a mid-day walk. I have ways to blend in though I prefer not to show my face. As an assassin I am known as Noldier, but as a normal human I go by my name, given to me by my mother, Leranzo. If some one manages to catch me out of my assassin robes than that is a huge risk for me. It's one thing to learn a man's name, but a whole other thing to learn a face. For if I am caught by that person at night, even with my hood, if they manage to get close enough to me, I'm pretty much defeated.
I was my master's first student and am not only respected by him, but everyone else as well. He's my father. A man of so much power and strength I wonder how he controls it all. If you think I was just given this rank because I'm his son, I dare you to draw your blade and step into the circle. You'll be taking those words back in less than a minute.
In the present today, no one beleives in any of the old stories. Assassin's are very real. We stick to the traditional ways of killing. So like swords, daggers, and a few hidden knicknacs here and there. Yes we use guns, but only on big missions. As for myself I wear pretty loose clothing during the day. Right now, there is a dagger in my shoe and back pocket, a gun on my hip hidden by jeans and a white shirt. Not having something to do during the daylight hours is boring. I'm always on the lookout though. My oranisation isn't the only one that murders people. The second one kills innocents to get their point across, and us. There is always one lurking around during the day. There is one who always manages to get me at least once a week. I'm careful passing through ally-ways because they have no problem attacking infront of everyone. They do not bother to hide their face because their targets never live to tell about them.
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It was early morning as Noldier made his way through empty streets. He wasn't one for daylight walks, he was a hunter, not a f*cking messenger. His father sent him though and he wasn't the man to be disobeyed. He'd soon whip a sword across Noldier's neck than allow himself to be disobeyed. And Noldier had no intention of pissing him off. The street was empy as he turned down an ally. Dispite the bright morning sun, the narrow strip of walkway ahead was dark and damp. He didn't want to go this but it was quick and Noldier really wanted to get this done.
The meeting place was just ahead. Apparently it was going to be an information leak. The letter Noldier held contained information on specific targets the organization had marked. The spy in the other organization, lets call them the Idiot Squad, had information about where they were. Not all of the assassin's in the Idiot Squad were hateful towards us, they were just afraid to ignore their master's orders. Cruel bastard he is too.
The occasional chirp of a bird or bark of a dog could be herd once in awhile. The birds more than the dogs. Noldier rounded the corner as casually as he could manage. His father had specifically told him to not go in his assassin robes. Everyone knew Noldier by his clothes at night, but he was a mystery at day. Noldier never agrued, but he did feel uncomfortable about the situation.
The small enclosed area was shadowed, but Noldier managed to make out a figure against the wall. When their eyes met it moved. Noldier could see the glint of metal in it's hand. He held his place, tapping the envelope against his thigh as the figure emerdge.____________________________________
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What Do We Call You?: Kahira, or if you want to, Jenn
How Long Have You Been RPing?: Years... I lost count, over 5