Post by Vincent Gozaboro on Mar 16, 2006 23:50:06 GMT -5
Username: cr8zdude
Character Name: Vincent Gozaboro
Character Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 148 lbs (Not including his arm)
Hair: Black, like Raven feathers flowing down to the center of his back.
Eyes: Maroon that shows a lost dark shallow man.
Skin: Deep Peach
Race: Human
Weapon: 45 ACP a Hand Gun and a triple-barrel hand gun called 'Cerberus'
Picture:
Other info:
Outer Personality: Vincent Gozaboro is a human.. with many dark secrets. Many plots go through is mind, some never come around, but mind you, the guy is still very young and yet he has accomplished much. Mostly cruel one minded things, like perhaps he murded his brother a month ago-or is he just a miss understood man?
Why the emphasis for blood? Because the only passion he has greater than family is the five letter word known as power. He steps into the world everyday with perhaps the most serious and determined demeanor anyone can show. His fighting is a fearsome, and he plans to run into his younger sibling later on sometime while he is in the same area of his older brother, Dillon's burial place. The crown jewels of his life are his brains, studying techniques, and power. With these three sucesses, he makes it through each and everyday the best he can.
Brooding, dark and mysterious, he is reluctant to get too close to people and hesitate to reveal his true self.
Inner Personaltity: Anger, always looking for something. Feel slost and alone; unwanted, but thaat doesn't stop him from getting what he wants.
He feels some degrief or self-loathing occasionally yet he doesn't worry. His sense of honor and justice takes him far beyond the hell that he has created himself.
Extra: One mechanical arm. Gold color, often with dirt smudges from travleing so much. Lost it while in battle with a Wizard.
Example Role play: (at least 5 lines please)
Vincent was now holding the weak, motionless body of his older brother, Dillon whose life had recently left its body; out in the rain. Brother..." Vincent whispered as he cleared the smudges of mud on his face.
"For a face so soft, you were a warrior, a respected one for some." Before saying another word he snickered, and stared straight into his brother's hazel eyes which showed fear. Pulling a large bullet which once was black as his own hair, now covered in his own brother's blood he tucked it into his chest pocket of his maroon jacket as he wiped the blood on it.
"I always knew I was better than you my dear brother..," he said as his now pale fingers closed the eyelids of a great combat warrior. Snickering, he dropped the body, and began to walk away from the cadaver leaving it to rot in the heart of the plains of which they once played. The rain washed away his foot steps, leaving nothing in sight of one of the last Gozaboro brothers.
Character Name: Vincent Gozaboro
Character Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 148 lbs (Not including his arm)
Hair: Black, like Raven feathers flowing down to the center of his back.
Eyes: Maroon that shows a lost dark shallow man.
Skin: Deep Peach
Race: Human
Weapon: 45 ACP a Hand Gun and a triple-barrel hand gun called 'Cerberus'
Picture:
Other info:
Outer Personality: Vincent Gozaboro is a human.. with many dark secrets. Many plots go through is mind, some never come around, but mind you, the guy is still very young and yet he has accomplished much. Mostly cruel one minded things, like perhaps he murded his brother a month ago-or is he just a miss understood man?
Why the emphasis for blood? Because the only passion he has greater than family is the five letter word known as power. He steps into the world everyday with perhaps the most serious and determined demeanor anyone can show. His fighting is a fearsome, and he plans to run into his younger sibling later on sometime while he is in the same area of his older brother, Dillon's burial place. The crown jewels of his life are his brains, studying techniques, and power. With these three sucesses, he makes it through each and everyday the best he can.
Brooding, dark and mysterious, he is reluctant to get too close to people and hesitate to reveal his true self.
Inner Personaltity: Anger, always looking for something. Feel slost and alone; unwanted, but thaat doesn't stop him from getting what he wants.
He feels some degrief or self-loathing occasionally yet he doesn't worry. His sense of honor and justice takes him far beyond the hell that he has created himself.
Extra: One mechanical arm. Gold color, often with dirt smudges from travleing so much. Lost it while in battle with a Wizard.
Example Role play: (at least 5 lines please)
Vincent was now holding the weak, motionless body of his older brother, Dillon whose life had recently left its body; out in the rain. Brother..." Vincent whispered as he cleared the smudges of mud on his face.
"For a face so soft, you were a warrior, a respected one for some." Before saying another word he snickered, and stared straight into his brother's hazel eyes which showed fear. Pulling a large bullet which once was black as his own hair, now covered in his own brother's blood he tucked it into his chest pocket of his maroon jacket as he wiped the blood on it.
"I always knew I was better than you my dear brother..," he said as his now pale fingers closed the eyelids of a great combat warrior. Snickering, he dropped the body, and began to walk away from the cadaver leaving it to rot in the heart of the plains of which they once played. The rain washed away his foot steps, leaving nothing in sight of one of the last Gozaboro brothers.