Post by Albel on Jan 20, 2009 18:08:15 GMT -5
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Behind the RPer
Nickname: SilentDagger
Age: 20
Gender: female
How can we reach you: aim - silentdagger06
RP Experience: Been a multi-para rper since 2005, played Harry Potter, Phantom of the Opera, Death Note, The Dark Knight and Heroes
Your Character
Name: Albel
Age: 24
Gender: male
Play By: Albel from Star Ocean till the end of time
Loyal to: (Queen and Prince,or neutral) Blood Prince
Occupation: (guard, executioner, etc.) Assassin
Likes: (at least three) Carnage, fighting, torture, breaking people, and weapons mainly swords
Dislikes: (at least three) kindness, pity, weak people, rebels, the Queen, and cowards
Strengths: (at least three) excellent swordsman, stamina and courage
Weaknesses: (at least three) hot-headed, arrogant, ruthless
Personality: (two paragraphs at the minimum) Albel, or better known as Albel the Wicked is the key assassin for the Blood Prince. He is ruthless in his task and though many know his name few know what he actually looks like for he makes sure to leave no witnesses. He is mentally unstable yet intelligent, completing his missions after much planning, carrying out his assassinations brutally but quickly. Despite this abhorrent love for the macabre, Albel can actually be very charming and loquacious, holding a certain love for music and conversation when the mood strikes him.
Albel feels no remorse for his actions. There is not a better man lurking beneath the surface. When he is being nice it is simply an act, when he shows tenderness towards someone it is all a facade. He is selfish and cruel and much prefers the rush of a good sword fight or kill than the kindness of strangers. He is extremely arrogant, his skills have been boasted throughout the land and he believes that he is one of the strongest men around. He hates being pitied and would sooner be killed then have an enemy offer him assistance.
History: (Tell us about yourself, how you came to the mirror world, etc. Two paragraphs at the minimum) Albel went to the mirror world at the tender age of nine. He had always been a bit mad and perhaps it was his family situation that made this true. His mother died in childbirth so he never knew her, but his older brother blamed her death on him and his father became an alcoholic, lost in his mourning and never saw how abusive his older son was to the younger. But Albel did not take such abuse quietly. He never told anyone, but he plotted his revenge and he carried it out in the dead of night. Albel killed his older brother while he slept, slitting his throat with a smile on his face.
After that he knew that he had to run so run he did, he just kept running and running until he found an old carnival, abandoned and no longer in use. He went to the mirror house and there he saw it, the portal to get to the mirror world. Albel left his world behind to go there. Once there Albel was in over his head. He knew no one, knew nothing of the world he was now apart of. He faced true desperation for the first time, where he once thought his brother’s bullying was the worst, now he faced true horrors. The pain of starvation, sickness, cold nights with no where to go. Many times Albel faced death and he had to turn once more to the savage side of him, the one that had consumed him to enough to let him end his brother’s life. He murdered for money, for food, for anything.
He lived alone for four years and at the age of twelve he was found by soldiers of the Blood Prince. In the time he had been alone, Albel had taught himself with the sword he had managed to steal. Although his skills were rudimentary, mimicking more of an animal than a swordsman, the soldiers saw the potential and he was taken in. His years of thievery had made him adept at being silent and it was this that eventually landed him the position of assassin, that and his personality. Albel felt no remorse for taking the lives of others, there was no fear of him having a mental break down for what he was doing. He started assassinations at the age of eighteen, mainly radicals that had it out for the Blood Prince or some poor old fool with little worth in his eyes.
Albel’s name became well known and feared. He suffered one mental lapse at the age of twenty two when he was told to assassinate someone who reminded him of his brother. It was not grief or regret over his actions that triggered this episode, more it put him back into that life, where he was walked all over and full of suffering and he resumed his more animalistic nature. Apart from that he has been a deadly and swift killer and is extremely loyal to the Blood Prince because if he hadn’t joined his ranks, he would have died sooner or later on his own.
Custom Title: Albel the Wicked
Sample RP: Drip…Drop…Tick…Tock. Albel waited in the shadows, unseen, unheard alone. It was raining, the sounds of drops of water slipping from over-burdened leaves as steady as a watch. The night was dark, clouds obscuring any sign of the moon, but he wouldn’t have seen it anyway, his eyes were closed. If anyone did happen upon him they might think him nothing but a statue. But statues were harmless, insignificant, Albel was so much more. Red eyes slowly opened, searching…scanning. Pale lips slowly, delicately rose into a soft smile when he heard it, the sound of feet walking through mud. Closer, closer…closer.
Patience, Albel, you must be patient
A subtlest of shifts, a hand dropping to the hilt of his slim sword, nothing noticeable, he was still nothing but shadows. His mark came, was level with him, passed him without realizing a thing. Ahh yes, an emissary of the Queen. What message did he possess? Something about the rebels mayhap? Or better yet plans to be carried out against his majesty the prince? Albel shivered in delight at the possibilities. Only when the man was a few paces away from him did he emerge from the shadows, quietly, so quietly. He drew his sword, the faint whisper drifting into the air and now did the man stop and turn to face him. Confusion, a little bit of fear, that is what consumed the man’s features. Wonderful, beautiful, Albel was hardly aware that he had spoken both words aloud.
“W-Who are you?”
“Remember my face…it is the last you will ever see.”
Password: ginger
Name: Albel
Age: 24
Gender: male
Play By: Albel from Star Ocean till the end of time
Loyal to: (Queen and Prince,or neutral) Blood Prince
Occupation: (guard, executioner, etc.) Assassin
Likes: (at least three) Carnage, fighting, torture, breaking people, and weapons mainly swords
Dislikes: (at least three) kindness, pity, weak people, rebels, the Queen, and cowards
Strengths: (at least three) excellent swordsman, stamina and courage
Weaknesses: (at least three) hot-headed, arrogant, ruthless
Personality: (two paragraphs at the minimum) Albel, or better known as Albel the Wicked is the key assassin for the Blood Prince. He is ruthless in his task and though many know his name few know what he actually looks like for he makes sure to leave no witnesses. He is mentally unstable yet intelligent, completing his missions after much planning, carrying out his assassinations brutally but quickly. Despite this abhorrent love for the macabre, Albel can actually be very charming and loquacious, holding a certain love for music and conversation when the mood strikes him.
Albel feels no remorse for his actions. There is not a better man lurking beneath the surface. When he is being nice it is simply an act, when he shows tenderness towards someone it is all a facade. He is selfish and cruel and much prefers the rush of a good sword fight or kill than the kindness of strangers. He is extremely arrogant, his skills have been boasted throughout the land and he believes that he is one of the strongest men around. He hates being pitied and would sooner be killed then have an enemy offer him assistance.
History: (Tell us about yourself, how you came to the mirror world, etc. Two paragraphs at the minimum) Albel went to the mirror world at the tender age of nine. He had always been a bit mad and perhaps it was his family situation that made this true. His mother died in childbirth so he never knew her, but his older brother blamed her death on him and his father became an alcoholic, lost in his mourning and never saw how abusive his older son was to the younger. But Albel did not take such abuse quietly. He never told anyone, but he plotted his revenge and he carried it out in the dead of night. Albel killed his older brother while he slept, slitting his throat with a smile on his face.
After that he knew that he had to run so run he did, he just kept running and running until he found an old carnival, abandoned and no longer in use. He went to the mirror house and there he saw it, the portal to get to the mirror world. Albel left his world behind to go there. Once there Albel was in over his head. He knew no one, knew nothing of the world he was now apart of. He faced true desperation for the first time, where he once thought his brother’s bullying was the worst, now he faced true horrors. The pain of starvation, sickness, cold nights with no where to go. Many times Albel faced death and he had to turn once more to the savage side of him, the one that had consumed him to enough to let him end his brother’s life. He murdered for money, for food, for anything.
He lived alone for four years and at the age of twelve he was found by soldiers of the Blood Prince. In the time he had been alone, Albel had taught himself with the sword he had managed to steal. Although his skills were rudimentary, mimicking more of an animal than a swordsman, the soldiers saw the potential and he was taken in. His years of thievery had made him adept at being silent and it was this that eventually landed him the position of assassin, that and his personality. Albel felt no remorse for taking the lives of others, there was no fear of him having a mental break down for what he was doing. He started assassinations at the age of eighteen, mainly radicals that had it out for the Blood Prince or some poor old fool with little worth in his eyes.
Albel’s name became well known and feared. He suffered one mental lapse at the age of twenty two when he was told to assassinate someone who reminded him of his brother. It was not grief or regret over his actions that triggered this episode, more it put him back into that life, where he was walked all over and full of suffering and he resumed his more animalistic nature. Apart from that he has been a deadly and swift killer and is extremely loyal to the Blood Prince because if he hadn’t joined his ranks, he would have died sooner or later on his own.
Custom Title: Albel the Wicked
Sample RP: Drip…Drop…Tick…Tock. Albel waited in the shadows, unseen, unheard alone. It was raining, the sounds of drops of water slipping from over-burdened leaves as steady as a watch. The night was dark, clouds obscuring any sign of the moon, but he wouldn’t have seen it anyway, his eyes were closed. If anyone did happen upon him they might think him nothing but a statue. But statues were harmless, insignificant, Albel was so much more. Red eyes slowly opened, searching…scanning. Pale lips slowly, delicately rose into a soft smile when he heard it, the sound of feet walking through mud. Closer, closer…closer.
Patience, Albel, you must be patient
A subtlest of shifts, a hand dropping to the hilt of his slim sword, nothing noticeable, he was still nothing but shadows. His mark came, was level with him, passed him without realizing a thing. Ahh yes, an emissary of the Queen. What message did he possess? Something about the rebels mayhap? Or better yet plans to be carried out against his majesty the prince? Albel shivered in delight at the possibilities. Only when the man was a few paces away from him did he emerge from the shadows, quietly, so quietly. He drew his sword, the faint whisper drifting into the air and now did the man stop and turn to face him. Confusion, a little bit of fear, that is what consumed the man’s features. Wonderful, beautiful, Albel was hardly aware that he had spoken both words aloud.
“W-Who are you?”
“Remember my face…it is the last you will ever see.”
Password: ginger
