Post by Tristram on Feb 16, 2011 21:42:30 GMT -5
Name: Tristram Newhart
Nickname: The Holy Sword
Gender: male
Age: 32
Birthday: 9/21
Species: Human
Appearance
Hair: Dark Brown (almost black)
Eyes: Dark brown
Complextion: pale, but not deathly pale.
Build: his build is average. He's not overly muscular or too thin, just average with decent muscle build.
Attire: His everyday clothing is simple and drab, consisting of long tunics, shirts, leggings and robes, usually in a monochromatic color scheme. His armor is simple enough. It's constructed of a dull black metal, stronger than steel or iron, but while it is stronger, it does slow him down a bit. It was blessed many years ago to help protect him from the creatures he sought the most, against the witches he swore to exterminate.
Vocals: His voice is soft and smooth like velvet, dark and commanding.
Tristram stands at 6'2 with short brown hair and dark threatening eyes. His build is average, but that doesn't mean he cannot hold his own in a fight. His disposition is calm and collected, but underneath the surface lies a cruel, dedicated killer.
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Personality:
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Strengths: Hand to hand combat, stealth, speed, agility, swordplay, cunning, charm.
Weaknesses: Ranged weaponry, magic, his armor is big and clunky, and therefore slows him down, he's emotionally compromised and is very hard headed, known to start fights over the smallest things. Also his left leg is a bit weaker than his right (It was severely at one point and while it had healed, it still pains him), making extended running rather painful.
Abilities
Active: sword mastery, hand to hand combat etc.
Passive: none
Weapons: His fists, a long sword and a few daggers. He has also been known to take advantage of poisons should the situation call for it.
History: Tristram was born in a small village that has been long since destroyed. The world he was born into was a simple one. His father was a demon hunter for the local church, which earned him a modest living. He knows little of his mother, seeing as she died delivering his little sister when he was just a year old. His father never truly recovered from it, but he continued on with his life, raising his two children. When he turned 10, Tristram's father began to teach him his trade of demon hunting.
By the time he was 15, Tristram had actually earned a decent name for himself, an impressive 4 kills under his belt, which for a 15 year old boy wasn't bad. One day his father approached Tristram about a hunt he had been given, he was to hunt down a
powerful witch that had been terrorizing the village for a little over a month, killing innocent villagers and killing off the crops. It wasn't the first witch hunt he had been on, so it didn't seem like it would be that difficult to kill their target.
His father took him deep into the forest where the witch had last been seen. They found a small hut, inside of which there was a young woman, barely older than Tristram himself. At first she played ignorant, but his father saw through her charade. He attempted to kill her, but she was faster. The young woman struck Tristam's father down before his eyes, then turned her attack on the young boy. However, and for reason's unknown to the boy, he was spared from her wrath. When he woke, it was dark, a whole week having passed since the attack. The boy took his father's body and buried it before returning to his home...only there was no home left. The witch, angered by the attempt on her life, and gone on a murder spree, slaughtering every person that had inhabited the village, including tristram's little sister. The buildings had been burned, the fields destroyed, the people murdered...total destruction. The young boy was cast into a world of despair and hatred. He swore on the souls of every person of that village that he would not rest till he had killed the bitch that had done this and everyone like her, anyone that used magic would die by his sword, no matter their age or gender, they would fall.
Driven by his hatred he sought and slaughtered any and all witches, warlocks, necromancers and any other magic user that got in his way.
Family:
Father: Jaccob Newhart, 55 (deceased)
Mother: Serah Newhart, 37 (deceased)
Brother: none
Sister: Lyssa Newhart, 14 (deceased)
Friend: none
»Sample Post;;
A lone figure walked towards the menacing fortress that sat before him. So this was the place he had been told of, the castle of Magdalene, home to the Hunter's Ecclesiarchy. From the rumors of the town, it was a haven for scum of all kinds, demons, vampires, and the worst of all, mages. He had heard of several powerful magic users located in that area. Powerful enough to be an impressive conquest that the man desired to have under his belt.
With a deep breath he approached the gates of the castle, ready to begin a new chapter of his life.
Nickname: The Holy Sword
Gender: male
Age: 32
Birthday: 9/21
Species: Human
Appearance
Hair: Dark Brown (almost black)
Eyes: Dark brown
Complextion: pale, but not deathly pale.
Build: his build is average. He's not overly muscular or too thin, just average with decent muscle build.
Attire: His everyday clothing is simple and drab, consisting of long tunics, shirts, leggings and robes, usually in a monochromatic color scheme. His armor is simple enough. It's constructed of a dull black metal, stronger than steel or iron, but while it is stronger, it does slow him down a bit. It was blessed many years ago to help protect him from the creatures he sought the most, against the witches he swore to exterminate.
Vocals: His voice is soft and smooth like velvet, dark and commanding.
Tristram stands at 6'2 with short brown hair and dark threatening eyes. His build is average, but that doesn't mean he cannot hold his own in a fight. His disposition is calm and collected, but underneath the surface lies a cruel, dedicated killer.
[]
Personality:
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Strengths: Hand to hand combat, stealth, speed, agility, swordplay, cunning, charm.
Weaknesses: Ranged weaponry, magic, his armor is big and clunky, and therefore slows him down, he's emotionally compromised and is very hard headed, known to start fights over the smallest things. Also his left leg is a bit weaker than his right (It was severely at one point and while it had healed, it still pains him), making extended running rather painful.
Abilities
Active: sword mastery, hand to hand combat etc.
Passive: none
Weapons: His fists, a long sword and a few daggers. He has also been known to take advantage of poisons should the situation call for it.
History: Tristram was born in a small village that has been long since destroyed. The world he was born into was a simple one. His father was a demon hunter for the local church, which earned him a modest living. He knows little of his mother, seeing as she died delivering his little sister when he was just a year old. His father never truly recovered from it, but he continued on with his life, raising his two children. When he turned 10, Tristram's father began to teach him his trade of demon hunting.
By the time he was 15, Tristram had actually earned a decent name for himself, an impressive 4 kills under his belt, which for a 15 year old boy wasn't bad. One day his father approached Tristram about a hunt he had been given, he was to hunt down a
powerful witch that had been terrorizing the village for a little over a month, killing innocent villagers and killing off the crops. It wasn't the first witch hunt he had been on, so it didn't seem like it would be that difficult to kill their target.
His father took him deep into the forest where the witch had last been seen. They found a small hut, inside of which there was a young woman, barely older than Tristram himself. At first she played ignorant, but his father saw through her charade. He attempted to kill her, but she was faster. The young woman struck Tristam's father down before his eyes, then turned her attack on the young boy. However, and for reason's unknown to the boy, he was spared from her wrath. When he woke, it was dark, a whole week having passed since the attack. The boy took his father's body and buried it before returning to his home...only there was no home left. The witch, angered by the attempt on her life, and gone on a murder spree, slaughtering every person that had inhabited the village, including tristram's little sister. The buildings had been burned, the fields destroyed, the people murdered...total destruction. The young boy was cast into a world of despair and hatred. He swore on the souls of every person of that village that he would not rest till he had killed the bitch that had done this and everyone like her, anyone that used magic would die by his sword, no matter their age or gender, they would fall.
Driven by his hatred he sought and slaughtered any and all witches, warlocks, necromancers and any other magic user that got in his way.
Family:
Father: Jaccob Newhart, 55 (deceased)
Mother: Serah Newhart, 37 (deceased)
Brother: none
Sister: Lyssa Newhart, 14 (deceased)
Friend: none
»Sample Post;;
A lone figure walked towards the menacing fortress that sat before him. So this was the place he had been told of, the castle of Magdalene, home to the Hunter's Ecclesiarchy. From the rumors of the town, it was a haven for scum of all kinds, demons, vampires, and the worst of all, mages. He had heard of several powerful magic users located in that area. Powerful enough to be an impressive conquest that the man desired to have under his belt.
With a deep breath he approached the gates of the castle, ready to begin a new chapter of his life.
If you have any questions or need any help, let me know, and I'd be glad to give you some ideas.
