Post by Mercen Guilder on Jun 19, 2007 21:24:30 GMT -5
About You
Name:Zeke
Age:21
Contact [pm is acceptable]:PM
The Basics
Full name:Mercen Guilder
Nickname(s):Mercenary (has not been called this since he was a boy)
Age:34
Grade high school or collage year: College Graduate
Birthday: September 8
Gender: Male
Parents[alive or dead?]: Marquis Guilder [Undead] Amy Guilder [Undead]
Siblings[alive or dead?]: None
Other relatives[alive or dead?]: None known to him
Race/Origin[alive or dead?]: Human/Alive
Appearance
Height/Weight: 6' 2"/215 lbs
Appearance/Picture:
Scars/Distinguishing marks:His left eye has a scar across it
Tattoos/Piercings:Skull tattoo on right arm
Face Claim:Hugh Jackman
Under the Skin
Personality:He enjoys a challenge, and will barely back down from from one. For this reason, along with several others involving his past, he loves hunting vampires, preferably nobles, since they pose a greater threat, thereby giving a greater challenge and reward. Despite his outer appearance, he is actually happy frequently, force of habit causing his frequent frown.
History:He was born under a popular butcher of his town. Although he could catch deer and other meats on his own, but he was getting on his years, and he was going to start to need help. So, in turn he had trained his only son, Mercen. He had been taught to hunt everything from herds of deer to a fully grown bear. As he grew up he got better and better, being able to shoot two deer with one shot and other thing of the like. At 15, he met his one and only love, Melina Harrison. They had gone out for about 2 years, before she was forced to move to her mother's, his father not exactly a fan of them going out. He has yet to go to another relationship, since that one ended in such heartbreak.
When had finally reached 19, his mother and father were killed by vampires, not necessarily killed, but, in his mind, they were worse off then the dead, they were the undead. He has spent his life since on eliminating the vampires, and has made several new fighting styles, such as his Vam-No-Cho, designed for the fighting of undead creatures.
At twenty, he had decided to go to college, and make something of his life he majored in Mythology and minored in education, in order to learn of the vampires that took his parents away from him. He had aced his classes, making sure to pay absolute attention to the details. Now he works as a vampire hunter at night, and a mythology teacher at the local college by day.
Likes:His students, Melina Harrison
Dislikes: Vampires, Undead Creatures (save his parents)
Traits (Good or Bad): He is slightly eccentric in his teaching methods, several students thinking him insane.
Anything else: He has removed the use of normal weaponry, and use the originals, such as swords, crossbows, etc.
RP example (2-3 paragraphs): Mercen stood before what he called the gates of hell. His hat over his left eye, to prevent his scar from being shown. His fists were in a tight grip and his eyes were filled with hatred. He had his bow, arrows, and several different vampire killing weapons underneath his trenchcoat. He looked up at the blood red gates with a smirk, his destiny and family lied within, he wanted to end the vampire's reign of terror on the world, and thought this would be the place to start. He looked at the lock on the gate and began formulating a plan to get around it. He had not bought a lock picking kit yet, so he had to go with more conventional methods. He grabbed a loose brick in the stone wall and began to climb the ten foot wall. He soon fell to the ground, looking up at the mansion filled with vampires, which he hoped to rid of the world.
He moved to the cobblestone walkway, his boot clicking with every step. A bat could be heard screeching in the background. He readied his crossbow with a silver arrow as he stepped up on the first wooden step, a creaking noise made as his weight shifted. He finally made it to the oak door, which he gracefully kicked down and stepped in slowly. A vampire soon came from the stairway and looked at the man, uickly diving after him, before being shot with the arrow, and falling down dead, the silver being the weakness to most bloodthirsty creatures. He watched as the blood red eyes upon the grey skin grew lifeless eventually being comeplete dead. He kicked the body to the side and headed up the stairs, wanting to kill the man who drank the blood of his parents.
Name:Zeke
Age:21
Contact [pm is acceptable]:PM
The Basics
Full name:Mercen Guilder
Nickname(s):Mercenary (has not been called this since he was a boy)
Age:34
Grade high school or collage year: College Graduate
Birthday: September 8
Gender: Male
Parents[alive or dead?]: Marquis Guilder [Undead] Amy Guilder [Undead]
Siblings[alive or dead?]: None
Other relatives[alive or dead?]: None known to him
Race/Origin[alive or dead?]: Human/Alive
Appearance
Height/Weight: 6' 2"/215 lbs
Appearance/Picture:
Scars/Distinguishing marks:His left eye has a scar across it
Tattoos/Piercings:Skull tattoo on right arm
Face Claim:Hugh Jackman
Under the Skin
Personality:He enjoys a challenge, and will barely back down from from one. For this reason, along with several others involving his past, he loves hunting vampires, preferably nobles, since they pose a greater threat, thereby giving a greater challenge and reward. Despite his outer appearance, he is actually happy frequently, force of habit causing his frequent frown.
History:He was born under a popular butcher of his town. Although he could catch deer and other meats on his own, but he was getting on his years, and he was going to start to need help. So, in turn he had trained his only son, Mercen. He had been taught to hunt everything from herds of deer to a fully grown bear. As he grew up he got better and better, being able to shoot two deer with one shot and other thing of the like. At 15, he met his one and only love, Melina Harrison. They had gone out for about 2 years, before she was forced to move to her mother's, his father not exactly a fan of them going out. He has yet to go to another relationship, since that one ended in such heartbreak.
When had finally reached 19, his mother and father were killed by vampires, not necessarily killed, but, in his mind, they were worse off then the dead, they were the undead. He has spent his life since on eliminating the vampires, and has made several new fighting styles, such as his Vam-No-Cho, designed for the fighting of undead creatures.
At twenty, he had decided to go to college, and make something of his life he majored in Mythology and minored in education, in order to learn of the vampires that took his parents away from him. He had aced his classes, making sure to pay absolute attention to the details. Now he works as a vampire hunter at night, and a mythology teacher at the local college by day.
Likes:His students, Melina Harrison
Dislikes: Vampires, Undead Creatures (save his parents)
Traits (Good or Bad): He is slightly eccentric in his teaching methods, several students thinking him insane.
Anything else: He has removed the use of normal weaponry, and use the originals, such as swords, crossbows, etc.
RP example (2-3 paragraphs): Mercen stood before what he called the gates of hell. His hat over his left eye, to prevent his scar from being shown. His fists were in a tight grip and his eyes were filled with hatred. He had his bow, arrows, and several different vampire killing weapons underneath his trenchcoat. He looked up at the blood red gates with a smirk, his destiny and family lied within, he wanted to end the vampire's reign of terror on the world, and thought this would be the place to start. He looked at the lock on the gate and began formulating a plan to get around it. He had not bought a lock picking kit yet, so he had to go with more conventional methods. He grabbed a loose brick in the stone wall and began to climb the ten foot wall. He soon fell to the ground, looking up at the mansion filled with vampires, which he hoped to rid of the world.
He moved to the cobblestone walkway, his boot clicking with every step. A bat could be heard screeching in the background. He readied his crossbow with a silver arrow as he stepped up on the first wooden step, a creaking noise made as his weight shifted. He finally made it to the oak door, which he gracefully kicked down and stepped in slowly. A vampire soon came from the stairway and looked at the man, uickly diving after him, before being shot with the arrow, and falling down dead, the silver being the weakness to most bloodthirsty creatures. He watched as the blood red eyes upon the grey skin grew lifeless eventually being comeplete dead. He kicked the body to the side and headed up the stairs, wanting to kill the man who drank the blood of his parents.
