Splitter
Jul 18, 2013 20:54:48 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 20:54:48 GMT
The Basics
Name: Splitter
Nicknames: N/A
Looks
Splitter is a very pale man, his skin white and cold to the touch. Old bruises and slow healing gashes lie along his chest. There doesn't appear to be any form of wrinkle on him from age even though he has been around for a rather decent time. But that's another secret. His eyes are very observation but they are glazed over, tinted yellow and bloodshot. He normally hides his face with a long curtain of red bangs. His red hair is rather ratty but he doesn't seem to truly care.
Personal Details
Normal personality: Splitter has a tendency to hate men unless they can be dominated in any way. He is normally a rather relaxed male but he normally can be playful and a bit devious to the people around him.
Fighting personality: He fights without hesitation, normally out of defense and therefore he will only cause minor damage then run. If it out of anger, he will then bash the attackers head against the ground or wall, causing it to split open. When angry, he is merciless and when defensive, he is more thoughtful.
Strengths: Trustworthy companions is what he will fight for.
Weakness/Flaw: Rarely trusts me and is wanted by police.
History:
His little sister meant the world to him. She was so pretty and had a talent for painting despite the fact she was only 13. The nineteen year old male always watched her, especially after the sudden manslaughter of their parents. They lived in the home still but it haunted him more than anything else. Becoming fired from his job one day, the two lost their home and loved belongings. The male kept nothing with him but they child, of course, wanted a lot but only kept her favorite book. Cinderella was something she always carried and read it constantly. Living on the streets had been fine after their home had been confiscated but what went wrong...was the hellish gang members that were quick to say that the two were in their property. "Hey, you! Get the hell off!" He had refused. A bat was now taken to his head, spiked with nails...and it didn't take long before he was lying dead and alone, his sisters remains...taken to the river and never seen again. Dead, he was. Dead as he realized his sister was becoming beheaded slowly by a rusted knife. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe...he didn't need to. Now he sits along on the dumpster he had once been stuffed into, his sisters bony remains there, to prove he was truly alone. As for those that had killed him, he dealt away with them and gained a title throughout a small city. Splitter.
Normal RP Sample
Splitter was silent as he walked, being light on his feet but wearing an ashen and sly smirk on his lips. There was no point in blending with the crowd, even during the night. It was too dangerous for himself. Even though he was already a dead man from the beginning of his murdering state.
Fight Rp Sample
The male kept himself low at this point, watching his opponent with careful eyes. He couldn't help but be very cautious around them but, nevertheless, that same smirk happened to be on his grey lips. "Go ahead. Come at me~. I'm waiting for you and I'll be sure to leave several bites all over your pretty skin~." Staying light on his feet, he watched but he was also very careful.
Name: Splitter
Nicknames: N/A
Looks
Splitter is a very pale man, his skin white and cold to the touch. Old bruises and slow healing gashes lie along his chest. There doesn't appear to be any form of wrinkle on him from age even though he has been around for a rather decent time. But that's another secret. His eyes are very observation but they are glazed over, tinted yellow and bloodshot. He normally hides his face with a long curtain of red bangs. His red hair is rather ratty but he doesn't seem to truly care.
Personal Details
Normal personality: Splitter has a tendency to hate men unless they can be dominated in any way. He is normally a rather relaxed male but he normally can be playful and a bit devious to the people around him.
Fighting personality: He fights without hesitation, normally out of defense and therefore he will only cause minor damage then run. If it out of anger, he will then bash the attackers head against the ground or wall, causing it to split open. When angry, he is merciless and when defensive, he is more thoughtful.
Strengths: Trustworthy companions is what he will fight for.
Weakness/Flaw: Rarely trusts me and is wanted by police.
History:
His little sister meant the world to him. She was so pretty and had a talent for painting despite the fact she was only 13. The nineteen year old male always watched her, especially after the sudden manslaughter of their parents. They lived in the home still but it haunted him more than anything else. Becoming fired from his job one day, the two lost their home and loved belongings. The male kept nothing with him but they child, of course, wanted a lot but only kept her favorite book. Cinderella was something she always carried and read it constantly. Living on the streets had been fine after their home had been confiscated but what went wrong...was the hellish gang members that were quick to say that the two were in their property. "Hey, you! Get the hell off!" He had refused. A bat was now taken to his head, spiked with nails...and it didn't take long before he was lying dead and alone, his sisters remains...taken to the river and never seen again. Dead, he was. Dead as he realized his sister was becoming beheaded slowly by a rusted knife. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe...he didn't need to. Now he sits along on the dumpster he had once been stuffed into, his sisters bony remains there, to prove he was truly alone. As for those that had killed him, he dealt away with them and gained a title throughout a small city. Splitter.
Normal RP Sample
Splitter was silent as he walked, being light on his feet but wearing an ashen and sly smirk on his lips. There was no point in blending with the crowd, even during the night. It was too dangerous for himself. Even though he was already a dead man from the beginning of his murdering state.
Fight Rp Sample
The male kept himself low at this point, watching his opponent with careful eyes. He couldn't help but be very cautious around them but, nevertheless, that same smirk happened to be on his grey lips. "Go ahead. Come at me~. I'm waiting for you and I'll be sure to leave several bites all over your pretty skin~." Staying light on his feet, he watched but he was also very careful.