Post by Lucky Charms on Jul 8, 2008 18:06:04 GMT -5
Full Name: Virik Ralston (v-eye-rick)
Race: Human
Side: Galzo
Birthplace: Ceunon
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Birthday: January 14
Appearance: Virik is an extremely creepy looking man. He has skin so disgustingly pale, it suggests that he has never even heard of the sun. He has jet black hair that falls messily over his eyes and down the back of his neck. He has cool, light gray eyes, with dark, heavy bags underneath. Virik’s teeth are inhumanly sharp, each of them looking like canines. He is extremely skinny and lanky, with little muscle definition.
Clothing: Virik generally wears dark clothing (black or grays), and often a headband that wraps around his forehead, under his locks of hair. His shirts and pants usually fit loosely due to his body frame.
Weight: 145
Height: 6 feet, 2 inches
Magic User: Yes
Weapon(s): Virik has his rider’s sword, a bow and arrow, and multiple daggers which he hides under his clothing.
Personality: Virik has a personality that would be most unexpected of a rider. He is selfish, egotistical, sadistic, and overall just a messed up guy. He loves to see people in embarrassment or pain, and often goes out of his way to make sure he is amused. Virik is very sarcastic and careless, even so when it comes to his own life. He doesn’t know when to shut up. Virik has a sick obsession with blood. His blood lust is so severe, that he openly admits that he enjoys the taste and texture of it, often expressing so in battle. Virik is an expert when it comes to getting into people’s heads, probing at their insecurities, a talent that he is always quick to use in battle. A strong downside to Virik is the fact that he is a alcoholic. He tries to stay away from ale and such, but when around others drinking he often loses it, consuming massive amounts of alcohol, and shows the same traits, only magnified to the highest of extremes.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes
Winning
Blood
Ale
“Humor”
Meat
Dislikes
Using his sword
Bothersome tasks
Self-Righteousness (sp?)
Being proved wrong
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths
Strategy, Psychology, Magic
Weaknesses
Close-Combat, Excessive-Sarcasm, Alcohol
Family: Father- Maxir (dead), Mother- Sepra (dead), Sister- Almora (dead)
History: Virik was born and raised in the town of Ceunon, north of Carvahall. He was born to Maxir, and his wife Sepra, the second of two children. His birth was highly anticipated, both his father and sister, Almora, watched eagerly as Virik entered the world. Their anticipation turned into grief, as the baby came out without even a cry, and Sepra dying approximatley half an hour after the birth. Virik never cried as a baby, a strange happening that haunted his father throughout his life.
Virik grew up as a "devil-child" in the eyes of his father. Throughout his child hood, his father (who also happened to have a problem with alcohol) would return to their home in a drunken rage, going off about how it was Virik's fault that the love of his life had died. These occurances at such a young age helped to mold Virik into who he grew up to be.
When Virik reached the age of 19, he began to act differently. He was always somewhat of a nasty and rude child, but Virik 'fell off of the rocker' around this age. People began to notice this, and they always tried to keep an eye on the man. A few months after his 19th birthday, Virik's father and pregnant sister were found dead in their home, Virik was nowhere to be found. He would never return to the town again.
After a few years of travelling on his own, often in forests and such, killing and hunting his own food, Virik met a man by the name of Galzo. The man weaved Virik a tail of his hopes and dreams, thoughts that were so intriging, that even Virik was swayed to the man's side. It was then that Virik was introduced to the dark purple egg that he was told was a dragon's. After a few days with the egg, Sepra hatched for him, named after the mother that Virik had never known. Virik has remained loyal to Galzo throughout the four years since Sepra hatched.
RP Sample:
Virik took a long, painful sip from his glass. The liquid inside was emptied, and the glass was sent flying to the oppisite wall. It shattered in a sickening noise, followed by low, mysterious mutterings by the drunken man slouched in the chair by the table. The front door slowly creeped open, and a mid-aged man stumbled in, also heavilly intoxicated. Virik looked up slowly, dark bags under his eyes, eyes which were filled with hatred.
"Oi! Whatcha doin' boy?," Virik's drunken father yelled at him as he entered the kitchen, "Starin' at me with those blank eyes! Blank eyes, killed my wife!," the man hollered, kicking Virik out of the chair. Virik slowly got himself up from the ground, cackling to himself.
"Whatcha laughin' at boy?!," Maxir yelled, grabbing his son by the colar.
The sound of the sick laughter only got louder and louder. Suddenly, Virik grabbed a knife from his sleeve, cutting the wrist of his father. The man yelled out a cry of pain, but before it could be heard, Virik came with another swipe to the man's throat. The house went silent, except for the disgusting laughter.
About an hour later, a woman, no older that 22, entered the home. Almora, entered wearilly, with a hand laid gently on her large belly.
"Father? Virik? Are you home?," she called out.
"In the kitchen, Almoraaaa," Virik's voice replied, calling out tauntingly.
Almora gulped loudly, as she walked into the kitchen. Her eyes were closed, and she was shaking. It was evident that she was frightened by her little brother. She slowly looked up, only to let out a loud gasp, followed by sobs of terror.
"What's wrong, Almoraaaa, are you not pleased with what I have done?," Virik whispered. He was crouched over Maxir's decapitated body, his own body covered with the blood of his father. He slowly rose, backing his sister down into a corner. Almora looked down in horror, crying loudly, and holding her stomach, as if to shield the child inside. Virik rose her head with his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up. She shook uncontrollably with fear, as her younger brother slowly licked the blade covered with their father's blood.
"When you see him," Virik whispered with smile, "Tell him he deserved it,"
With that, Virik stabbed his sister, killing her and his soon to be nephew. Virik ran out of the house in a fit of laughter, fleeing into the woods, never to return again.
Dragon Bio:
Name: Sepra
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Color: Dark Purple (Color= 9000FF)
Personality: Sepra and Virik are almost polar oppisites, with a few similarities. Sepra is ussually very cheerful and happy, generally a very delightful being to have conversation with. What connects the two, is that they both have some sort of sick obsession with seeing others in pain. While Virik finds it amusing, with Sepra, it just makes her in even a greater mood. Though she won't torment somebody as much, she will certainly make fun of them, and it is evident that these incidents give her joy.
((if it's confusing what I mean, it will be clearly showed when RPing. It's kinda hard to explain
))
((I feel sick just making this character *shudder*
What have I created?!?!?! XD))
Race: Human
Side: Galzo
Birthplace: Ceunon
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Birthday: January 14
Appearance: Virik is an extremely creepy looking man. He has skin so disgustingly pale, it suggests that he has never even heard of the sun. He has jet black hair that falls messily over his eyes and down the back of his neck. He has cool, light gray eyes, with dark, heavy bags underneath. Virik’s teeth are inhumanly sharp, each of them looking like canines. He is extremely skinny and lanky, with little muscle definition.
Clothing: Virik generally wears dark clothing (black or grays), and often a headband that wraps around his forehead, under his locks of hair. His shirts and pants usually fit loosely due to his body frame.
Weight: 145
Height: 6 feet, 2 inches
Magic User: Yes
Weapon(s): Virik has his rider’s sword, a bow and arrow, and multiple daggers which he hides under his clothing.
Personality: Virik has a personality that would be most unexpected of a rider. He is selfish, egotistical, sadistic, and overall just a messed up guy. He loves to see people in embarrassment or pain, and often goes out of his way to make sure he is amused. Virik is very sarcastic and careless, even so when it comes to his own life. He doesn’t know when to shut up. Virik has a sick obsession with blood. His blood lust is so severe, that he openly admits that he enjoys the taste and texture of it, often expressing so in battle. Virik is an expert when it comes to getting into people’s heads, probing at their insecurities, a talent that he is always quick to use in battle. A strong downside to Virik is the fact that he is a alcoholic. He tries to stay away from ale and such, but when around others drinking he often loses it, consuming massive amounts of alcohol, and shows the same traits, only magnified to the highest of extremes.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes
Winning
Blood
Ale
“Humor”
Meat
Dislikes
Using his sword
Bothersome tasks
Self-Righteousness (sp?)
Being proved wrong
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths
Strategy, Psychology, Magic
Weaknesses
Close-Combat, Excessive-Sarcasm, Alcohol
Family: Father- Maxir (dead), Mother- Sepra (dead), Sister- Almora (dead)
History: Virik was born and raised in the town of Ceunon, north of Carvahall. He was born to Maxir, and his wife Sepra, the second of two children. His birth was highly anticipated, both his father and sister, Almora, watched eagerly as Virik entered the world. Their anticipation turned into grief, as the baby came out without even a cry, and Sepra dying approximatley half an hour after the birth. Virik never cried as a baby, a strange happening that haunted his father throughout his life.
Virik grew up as a "devil-child" in the eyes of his father. Throughout his child hood, his father (who also happened to have a problem with alcohol) would return to their home in a drunken rage, going off about how it was Virik's fault that the love of his life had died. These occurances at such a young age helped to mold Virik into who he grew up to be.
When Virik reached the age of 19, he began to act differently. He was always somewhat of a nasty and rude child, but Virik 'fell off of the rocker' around this age. People began to notice this, and they always tried to keep an eye on the man. A few months after his 19th birthday, Virik's father and pregnant sister were found dead in their home, Virik was nowhere to be found. He would never return to the town again.
After a few years of travelling on his own, often in forests and such, killing and hunting his own food, Virik met a man by the name of Galzo. The man weaved Virik a tail of his hopes and dreams, thoughts that were so intriging, that even Virik was swayed to the man's side. It was then that Virik was introduced to the dark purple egg that he was told was a dragon's. After a few days with the egg, Sepra hatched for him, named after the mother that Virik had never known. Virik has remained loyal to Galzo throughout the four years since Sepra hatched.
RP Sample:
Virik took a long, painful sip from his glass. The liquid inside was emptied, and the glass was sent flying to the oppisite wall. It shattered in a sickening noise, followed by low, mysterious mutterings by the drunken man slouched in the chair by the table. The front door slowly creeped open, and a mid-aged man stumbled in, also heavilly intoxicated. Virik looked up slowly, dark bags under his eyes, eyes which were filled with hatred.
"Oi! Whatcha doin' boy?," Virik's drunken father yelled at him as he entered the kitchen, "Starin' at me with those blank eyes! Blank eyes, killed my wife!," the man hollered, kicking Virik out of the chair. Virik slowly got himself up from the ground, cackling to himself.
"Whatcha laughin' at boy?!," Maxir yelled, grabbing his son by the colar.
The sound of the sick laughter only got louder and louder. Suddenly, Virik grabbed a knife from his sleeve, cutting the wrist of his father. The man yelled out a cry of pain, but before it could be heard, Virik came with another swipe to the man's throat. The house went silent, except for the disgusting laughter.
About an hour later, a woman, no older that 22, entered the home. Almora, entered wearilly, with a hand laid gently on her large belly.
"Father? Virik? Are you home?," she called out.
"In the kitchen, Almoraaaa," Virik's voice replied, calling out tauntingly.
Almora gulped loudly, as she walked into the kitchen. Her eyes were closed, and she was shaking. It was evident that she was frightened by her little brother. She slowly looked up, only to let out a loud gasp, followed by sobs of terror.
"What's wrong, Almoraaaa, are you not pleased with what I have done?," Virik whispered. He was crouched over Maxir's decapitated body, his own body covered with the blood of his father. He slowly rose, backing his sister down into a corner. Almora looked down in horror, crying loudly, and holding her stomach, as if to shield the child inside. Virik rose her head with his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up. She shook uncontrollably with fear, as her younger brother slowly licked the blade covered with their father's blood.
"When you see him," Virik whispered with smile, "Tell him he deserved it,"
With that, Virik stabbed his sister, killing her and his soon to be nephew. Virik ran out of the house in a fit of laughter, fleeing into the woods, never to return again.
Dragon Bio:
Name: Sepra
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Color: Dark Purple (Color= 9000FF)
Personality: Sepra and Virik are almost polar oppisites, with a few similarities. Sepra is ussually very cheerful and happy, generally a very delightful being to have conversation with. What connects the two, is that they both have some sort of sick obsession with seeing others in pain. While Virik finds it amusing, with Sepra, it just makes her in even a greater mood. Though she won't torment somebody as much, she will certainly make fun of them, and it is evident that these incidents give her joy.
((if it's confusing what I mean, it will be clearly showed when RPing. It's kinda hard to explain
))((I feel sick just making this character *shudder*
What have I created?!?!?! XD))
