Post by ghost on Aug 29, 2011 20:07:18 GMT -5
NAME: The Ghost of the Night
ALIAS: Ghost
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Loner
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
AMBITIONS:
SECRETS: He is not truly a ghost, and neither is he the man mentioned within the Legend of the Ghost of Berk. He isn't really even from Berk.
PERSONALITY:
"Love brings hatred. It always will and always does. For the people who cannot see this, I do not pity. For those who do but are stupid enough to try, I laugh."
Ghost has a generally cold-hearted and blankly minded personality. He shuns himself from society while also striking the thought into the population's mind that he truly is a ghost with his feats of agility and disappearances.
On the inside, he is fairly timid. He would never approach a human settlement without certain conditions applying. Said conditions would have to be starvation, or being forced to enter, such as being caught. A great fear of his.
However, he has even tested it upon himself with makeshift hunter traps; like Houdini, he is an escape artists. Cages, nets, and ropes cannot hold The Ghost. He always has a trick up his sleeve. And a knife.
Ghost is more likely to kill you then talk to you, so provoking him is probably a very bad idea.
"Love always brings hatred..."
"So why can't hatred bring love?"
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Beneath his cowl and mask, he has a pale skin tone, with an average face. He has no freckles, blemishes, or scars of any sort. His skin is... perfect. His hair is jet black and naturally wind blown, usually swept to one side to keep out of his eyes. He is skinny and lithe, at nearly 6' and 120 lbs. Unnaturally low weight is somewhat caused from malnutrition. He wears all black clothing; a thin, jet black dyed outfit made of a thin leather.
However, there is one speciality to him. Running down his right arm comes his one skin imperfection; an evenly cut scar.
HISTORY:
Ghost was born to a Viking family in Hysteria, known then as Jacobo. His parents lived happily as fishmongers along a small village there, which brought in enough money to the home to feed and shelter them. Jacobo was cherished by his parents, and that cute lil' smile of his would never leave his face when his parents were around.
However, there came a day that does to every child; separation from your parents. Though, his happened a tad earlier than 18. A raid from a neighboring group of Vikings brought havoc to the town, burning it all. The only living resident left in the town (these 3 words will be important later), was the child, Jacobo; not much more than a year old, and crying loudly. His home near the shore was a little parted from the main section of the village, so the fire had not reached it. The Vikings heard him, and before leaving, took him under their wing in hopes of turning him.
Being such a young child, Jacobo would not have much memory of this event, other than the remembrance of a fire. Just not... what happened during the fire. Jacobo was raised being told that his parents had abandoned him, which he had to believe. There was no other truth given to him. From a young age of six, he began learning the names of weaponry, battle tactics, and such. He began fighting and sparring with actual weapons at ten, though obviously he could only handle small weaponry, such as daggers and short-swords.
Now, these Vikings had been on the move, migrating from village to village. They were basically the Huns (as in, the group of Barbarians) of Berk. This group of warriors not only denied to live under the current chief's rule, but their leader also wanted to take control of Hysteria. So under this guise, and with their young resource, they began formulating a plan.
For the next few years, they would feed the boy fake stories and lies of the current chief, telling him of gruesome wickedness and violence with absolutely no mercy for anyone. Though their stories weren't ridiculously far from the truth, it was exaggerated enough for any normal Hysterian to disbelieve such a fable. But knowing else, Jacobo took it like it was the one and only truth.
During his training, as was planned, on his fourteenth birthday, four years after they had begun feeding him these lies; they offered him a large opportunity. To kill the Chief of Hysteria and replace him as the ruler. They told him he could be just, turn the nation around and form it into his own. Of course, this as well was a lie; they only planned on putting themselves in power. The boy was but a pawn, and would be killed after he had completed the murder. So from that day forwards, they taught him tricks of stealth, cunning, and agility. Though they were, for the most part, unable to perform these maneuverings themselves; Jacobo took their explanations and followed them to a T. He would practice every day, from sunrise to sundown, with ranged weapons, light weaponry, as well as his agile skills. It even came to a point where he could sneak from the group days at a time, and just follow right on top of them and listen.
By the time he was sixteen, Jacobo and two of the men took residence in the village where the Chief resided. There they stayed, planning, waiting; until the day finally came. He waited until a grand feast took place for the Chief's Birthday. That day, Jacobo attempted the murder. And failed. He leaped up from his seat and took a leap at the chief, to be caught unbeknownst by the end of a spear. It made a gash in his side and sent him crashing into the ground, before the feet of the Chief. However, there was another factor to this. Jacobo's parents had been out on a fishing trip on the day of the raid on their village.
So, you can guess where they were. The chief had moved them to the village of his residence after hearing of their story. He wanted to protect his citizens; but this ended up hurting them all in the end. Both his parents rose and gasp, instantly recognizing their only son. In a rage, the Chief ordered his parents to execution, for the charge of traitors to Hysteria. He believed that they had sent their son upon him, and that their story was a complete lie.
Jacobo pleaded and pleaded as he was dragged out, as well as once put into a wooden cage within a sort of jail just outside the village. The gallows were just outside this building, and Jacobo watched the entire execution.
It was his fault for his parent's death, and now... he felt nothing. Numbness. Too in shock to think. He didn't even have time to cry, or show much of any emotion. Just utter shock.
His parents... the Vikings had lied to him the entire time. They had never abandoned him, and he only just had realized this. During his time here in the jail, he would ponder his actions with the Vikings, and find a growth of distrust while the chief wondered what to do with Jacobo.
However, Jacobo still believed every word of the stories of the Chief. He had no reason to doubt those, only the story of his parents. And so when the chief decided to strand him out to sea, he grew a true, fully blown hatred and absolute death-hate for him. The Chief sent the boy off to sea; tied up, with food and water, not expected to live more than a few days. The Chief's reasoning was to give the boy a day or so to ponder his actions. As his body slowly died from starvation and thirst once his supplies ran down. He only had a day's worth of food and drink; and the drink was mead. Not water.
On the night of the second day, Jacobo was caught in a storm. The whalloping waves and wind sent him far across the Sea; towards Berk. By a stroke of luck he would land there a day later, washed up on a beach and starved nearly to death. Upon his awakening, he thought he was still among Hysteria, searching down anything edible.
And he drank and ate the day away, until nightfall. He ventured further inland only to find a village, which he stealthily entered. He overhead speakings of Berk and finally realized where he had washed up. Jacobo fled the village quickly; but only after... "borrowing" some supplies from what seemed to be a barracks. A bow, a quiver of arrows, three daggers that would suffice for throwing; and a short-sword.
Among the tellings of Berk, he heard another legend that night. A tale of a man swallowed up in a storm while sailing a ship, and a large one at that. He had Berk in his sights, finally closing in after becoming lost in the storm; only to be capsized by the largest wave the island had ever seen. Or so the story went.
Jacobo took on this identity of The Ghost, whom apparently still lived on the island. Though no one knew that Jacobo even existed, he replaced his old name with Ghost, wanting to start a new life. One that he would lead by himself, for himself.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: Parents executed, no other family ever mentioned to him
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Ranged Weapons. Generally his bow and arrow, or throwing daggers.
DRAGON NAME: None
DRAGON TYPE: N/A
DRAGON PERSONALITY: N/A
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: N/A
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC Name to call you by: Noah
Years of RP experience: 2
RP Example of the Character you are applying for:
A shadow, outlined only faintly even in the strongest of predator's night eyes, moved briskly through the pitch black. The entity watched carefully; listened carefully, making sure not to make a disturbance among the forest. He was watching this village carefully. Ghost needed to obtain a food source soon, and this town... it seemed suitable enough for his needs. Now the only thing he needed was a way in without creating an aversion to himself. His first thoughts were to start a fire as a distraction, but he doubted he would be able to create a large enough fire in time without being found.
The Ghost hurred softly and quietly in thought, a noise that was rare for him to make. If any noise at all, really. Thoughts crossed his mind, but works never left his mouth. He was a man of silence, since the events back on Hysteria.
Ghost squinted a bit as he spotted a possible point of entry. A tall growing tree just outside the village... a jumping point. Ghost leaped out of his current tree and looked around quickly, twice, before sprinting to the tree. He clambered up and made another look around to make sure he had not been spotted. Finding no noise or disturbance, he sighed in relief.
Perfect. Now, all he needed was patience to wait. And he had plenty of that.
(A tad rough, but I'm multitasking at the moment n_n)
<Hello all! Its Noah n_n Just making another character here, don't mind me!>
ALIAS: Ghost
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Loner
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
LIKES:
- The darkness of the night
- Silence
- Being alone
- Bringing fear to people's hearts
DISLIKES:
- Being around another living being
- Being in an enclosed space, or a place without an easy escape route.
- Being without weaponry
- Knowing that his life will end at some point
STRENGTHS:
- Stealth
- No so strong, but more of swift when it comes to Hand-to-Hand combat
- Extremely accurate with ranged weapons, such as arrows, throwing daggers, etc.
- Agile. He is very athletic and can outrun most Vikings.
WEAKNESSES:
- Not very strong
- His skills in speechcraft, to be frank, fail utterly
- Easily annoyed and has a short temper for irksome beings
- Feels mercy for the innocent when it comes to killing. Something he wish he could get past.
FEARS:
- To be found of his heritage
- To be caught in any way, shape, or form
- Death, like most of everyone. However, he has a curiously carefree mind when it comes to combat. Ghost does not believe he can be beaten. Ergo, if he is losing, he runs and regroups himself.
- Falling in love
AMBITIONS:
- Striking fear into the hearts of many
- Become stronger
- Become allies with a dragon
- Pull some... well, stunt to make himself truly legendary.
SECRETS: He is not truly a ghost, and neither is he the man mentioned within the Legend of the Ghost of Berk. He isn't really even from Berk.
PERSONALITY:
"Love brings hatred. It always will and always does. For the people who cannot see this, I do not pity. For those who do but are stupid enough to try, I laugh."
Ghost has a generally cold-hearted and blankly minded personality. He shuns himself from society while also striking the thought into the population's mind that he truly is a ghost with his feats of agility and disappearances.
On the inside, he is fairly timid. He would never approach a human settlement without certain conditions applying. Said conditions would have to be starvation, or being forced to enter, such as being caught. A great fear of his.
However, he has even tested it upon himself with makeshift hunter traps; like Houdini, he is an escape artists. Cages, nets, and ropes cannot hold The Ghost. He always has a trick up his sleeve. And a knife.
Ghost is more likely to kill you then talk to you, so provoking him is probably a very bad idea.
"Love always brings hatred..."
"So why can't hatred bring love?"
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Beneath his cowl and mask, he has a pale skin tone, with an average face. He has no freckles, blemishes, or scars of any sort. His skin is... perfect. His hair is jet black and naturally wind blown, usually swept to one side to keep out of his eyes. He is skinny and lithe, at nearly 6' and 120 lbs. Unnaturally low weight is somewhat caused from malnutrition. He wears all black clothing; a thin, jet black dyed outfit made of a thin leather.
However, there is one speciality to him. Running down his right arm comes his one skin imperfection; an evenly cut scar.
HISTORY:
Ghost was born to a Viking family in Hysteria, known then as Jacobo. His parents lived happily as fishmongers along a small village there, which brought in enough money to the home to feed and shelter them. Jacobo was cherished by his parents, and that cute lil' smile of his would never leave his face when his parents were around.
However, there came a day that does to every child; separation from your parents. Though, his happened a tad earlier than 18. A raid from a neighboring group of Vikings brought havoc to the town, burning it all. The only living resident left in the town (these 3 words will be important later), was the child, Jacobo; not much more than a year old, and crying loudly. His home near the shore was a little parted from the main section of the village, so the fire had not reached it. The Vikings heard him, and before leaving, took him under their wing in hopes of turning him.
Being such a young child, Jacobo would not have much memory of this event, other than the remembrance of a fire. Just not... what happened during the fire. Jacobo was raised being told that his parents had abandoned him, which he had to believe. There was no other truth given to him. From a young age of six, he began learning the names of weaponry, battle tactics, and such. He began fighting and sparring with actual weapons at ten, though obviously he could only handle small weaponry, such as daggers and short-swords.
Now, these Vikings had been on the move, migrating from village to village. They were basically the Huns (as in, the group of Barbarians) of Berk. This group of warriors not only denied to live under the current chief's rule, but their leader also wanted to take control of Hysteria. So under this guise, and with their young resource, they began formulating a plan.
For the next few years, they would feed the boy fake stories and lies of the current chief, telling him of gruesome wickedness and violence with absolutely no mercy for anyone. Though their stories weren't ridiculously far from the truth, it was exaggerated enough for any normal Hysterian to disbelieve such a fable. But knowing else, Jacobo took it like it was the one and only truth.
During his training, as was planned, on his fourteenth birthday, four years after they had begun feeding him these lies; they offered him a large opportunity. To kill the Chief of Hysteria and replace him as the ruler. They told him he could be just, turn the nation around and form it into his own. Of course, this as well was a lie; they only planned on putting themselves in power. The boy was but a pawn, and would be killed after he had completed the murder. So from that day forwards, they taught him tricks of stealth, cunning, and agility. Though they were, for the most part, unable to perform these maneuverings themselves; Jacobo took their explanations and followed them to a T. He would practice every day, from sunrise to sundown, with ranged weapons, light weaponry, as well as his agile skills. It even came to a point where he could sneak from the group days at a time, and just follow right on top of them and listen.
By the time he was sixteen, Jacobo and two of the men took residence in the village where the Chief resided. There they stayed, planning, waiting; until the day finally came. He waited until a grand feast took place for the Chief's Birthday. That day, Jacobo attempted the murder. And failed. He leaped up from his seat and took a leap at the chief, to be caught unbeknownst by the end of a spear. It made a gash in his side and sent him crashing into the ground, before the feet of the Chief. However, there was another factor to this. Jacobo's parents had been out on a fishing trip on the day of the raid on their village.
So, you can guess where they were. The chief had moved them to the village of his residence after hearing of their story. He wanted to protect his citizens; but this ended up hurting them all in the end. Both his parents rose and gasp, instantly recognizing their only son. In a rage, the Chief ordered his parents to execution, for the charge of traitors to Hysteria. He believed that they had sent their son upon him, and that their story was a complete lie.
Jacobo pleaded and pleaded as he was dragged out, as well as once put into a wooden cage within a sort of jail just outside the village. The gallows were just outside this building, and Jacobo watched the entire execution.
It was his fault for his parent's death, and now... he felt nothing. Numbness. Too in shock to think. He didn't even have time to cry, or show much of any emotion. Just utter shock.
His parents... the Vikings had lied to him the entire time. They had never abandoned him, and he only just had realized this. During his time here in the jail, he would ponder his actions with the Vikings, and find a growth of distrust while the chief wondered what to do with Jacobo.
However, Jacobo still believed every word of the stories of the Chief. He had no reason to doubt those, only the story of his parents. And so when the chief decided to strand him out to sea, he grew a true, fully blown hatred and absolute death-hate for him. The Chief sent the boy off to sea; tied up, with food and water, not expected to live more than a few days. The Chief's reasoning was to give the boy a day or so to ponder his actions. As his body slowly died from starvation and thirst once his supplies ran down. He only had a day's worth of food and drink; and the drink was mead. Not water.
On the night of the second day, Jacobo was caught in a storm. The whalloping waves and wind sent him far across the Sea; towards Berk. By a stroke of luck he would land there a day later, washed up on a beach and starved nearly to death. Upon his awakening, he thought he was still among Hysteria, searching down anything edible.
And he drank and ate the day away, until nightfall. He ventured further inland only to find a village, which he stealthily entered. He overhead speakings of Berk and finally realized where he had washed up. Jacobo fled the village quickly; but only after... "borrowing" some supplies from what seemed to be a barracks. A bow, a quiver of arrows, three daggers that would suffice for throwing; and a short-sword.
Among the tellings of Berk, he heard another legend that night. A tale of a man swallowed up in a storm while sailing a ship, and a large one at that. He had Berk in his sights, finally closing in after becoming lost in the storm; only to be capsized by the largest wave the island had ever seen. Or so the story went.
Jacobo took on this identity of The Ghost, whom apparently still lived on the island. Though no one knew that Jacobo even existed, he replaced his old name with Ghost, wanting to start a new life. One that he would lead by himself, for himself.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: Parents executed, no other family ever mentioned to him
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Ranged Weapons. Generally his bow and arrow, or throwing daggers.
DRAGON NAME: None
DRAGON TYPE: N/A
DRAGON PERSONALITY: N/A
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: N/A
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC Name to call you by: Noah
Years of RP experience: 2
RP Example of the Character you are applying for:
A shadow, outlined only faintly even in the strongest of predator's night eyes, moved briskly through the pitch black. The entity watched carefully; listened carefully, making sure not to make a disturbance among the forest. He was watching this village carefully. Ghost needed to obtain a food source soon, and this town... it seemed suitable enough for his needs. Now the only thing he needed was a way in without creating an aversion to himself. His first thoughts were to start a fire as a distraction, but he doubted he would be able to create a large enough fire in time without being found.
The Ghost hurred softly and quietly in thought, a noise that was rare for him to make. If any noise at all, really. Thoughts crossed his mind, but works never left his mouth. He was a man of silence, since the events back on Hysteria.
Ghost squinted a bit as he spotted a possible point of entry. A tall growing tree just outside the village... a jumping point. Ghost leaped out of his current tree and looked around quickly, twice, before sprinting to the tree. He clambered up and made another look around to make sure he had not been spotted. Finding no noise or disturbance, he sighed in relief.
Perfect. Now, all he needed was patience to wait. And he had plenty of that.
(A tad rough, but I'm multitasking at the moment n_n)
<Hello all! Its Noah n_n Just making another character here, don't mind me!>
