|
Click to unhide all tags.
|
Thread Tools | Display Modes |
08-14-2011, 10:09 PM | #13 |
Just sleeping
|
Ceasing to beat around the bush.
Here, give this a whirl. I might add some details (like a name for the sword) if this is ok.
Name: Wolfgang von Battenburg Age: Grandpa's Grandpa maybe Gender: Man Race: Vampire Career: Self-Employeed Appearance: 5'4", dead complexion, red lips, pointy ears, black hair slicked back on his high forehead into a permanent widow's peak, sports a short beard and a fu manchu mustache. Has a strong chin and prominent nose. Pointy blue nails. Dresses in a nice, poofy white shirt, grey vest, black pants, and pointy, shiny black shoes. Currently, von Battenburg has a black coffin strapped to his back and dirt all over. Special Abilities: Is a vampire: Lives off blood, is dead, can beat up four guys with kukri knives and pistols, has to rest on native soil, messed up by crosses and stuff, can't go into a private residence without an invite, can't cross running water without help, not as strong in the day (read Dracula). Turn into stuff: Little black terrier with a mustache or a little pig-nosed bat. At night can turn into a wolf-bat-monster-man, but that's an Oozaru-type of thing. Undead charisma: Can hypnotize people (like, not Jedi mind-trick, it takes time and isolation) and has a productive working relationship with wolves and rats and such at night. Swordmanship: The cursed sword he acquired can throw blades of ki and block ki attacks. It's not much use as a sword, though. Equipment: 1x Coffin fulla dirt. Black with gold trimming, white padding inside. 1x Cursed Katana "Würger." Guard has been removed and hangs from a gold chain on the black scabbard. The blade's chipped and a little bent. Glows with red ki when drawn and won't go back in its sheathe until it has drawn blood. Gets along ok with von Battenburg. 99x Bags of treasure. Gems and coins and stuff. Kept in pockets and coffin, currently. Biography: Skipping ahead to recent history, von Battenburg was living happily in a drafty keep over a rural peasant village, keeping to himself mostly, just popping out for a drink now and then. He was feared, yes, but not that much. Mostly, he was known for buying whatever curiosities came into town, as he was very bored. A few weeks ago, some uppity college professor decided to tear all the doors out of his castle, etch crosses into all the stones, then burn the rest. He probably had a few grad students help. Nobody really felt like stopping him, since von Battenburg was a vampire, after all. His home destroyed, von Battenburg packed up his coffin and set out to find a new stalking ground. It wasn't the first time. He hasn't had any luck so far...
__________________
Be T-Rexcellent to each other, tako.
Last edited by phil_; 08-26-2011 at 01:52 PM. |
|
|