(Theme: "I'll die trying" By: Nail Point)
Name: Dusk
Age: 23
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height 6’1’’
Weight: 200
Eyes: Grey (sometimes blue)
Hair Color: Faded Black
Rank: Varies
Appearance: Muscular, but toned. Has an impossible to read expression on his face almost all of the time. Clothing varies, but usually is darker tones, grays, blacks, ect…
Personality: Not very friendly. He’s not mean, but he is more about his own business than anyone else’s. He keeps to himself and expects others to do likewise. He doesn’t like to talk with people and can be rude to those who try and make simple chit-chat. This is more due to the fact that he trusts no one.
Strength: Due to the kind of training he has endured he can push his body further than most on a regular basis. He see’s pain as more a motivation than a reason to stop.
Weakness: He never backs down from a challenge… even when he should. He will go into hopeless odds and though some see that as brave often it’s more foolish. He doesn’t believe that there is anything he can’t do and because of that he won’t ask for help. His pride is his biggest weakness and as sure as anything… eventually it will lead him toward destruction. The only question; will someone save him?
Ambitions: To prove he is the best fighter and be able to defeat anyone who would dare oppose him.
Hobbies and Interests: The closest thing he has to hobbies is studying how to tend to minor or serious injuries. This is more for the purpose to treat his self and not need a doctor. His interests revolve around learning more styles of fighting and ways to defeat or kill his enemies.
Languages: English
Family: Who cares?
History:
When Dusk was born he was one of many that had been sold to an up and coming leader. This leader intended to raise soldiers loyal to him and his children after him. The training regiment was one of extreme pain and many of the children didn’t reach the age of twelve. Dusk was one that did… he rose through the ranks quickly. With his do or die attitude being a key to his success, but as is the usual course of things this leader and the majority of his army were slaughtered. Dusk had been left with a near fatal injury.
When he had at last recovered he was lost and with no purpose. That was until he found the “Battle Towns” he lived for them and spent all his time in the various tournaments, whenever he wasn’t fighting in the towns he was hunting and doing odd jobs or traveling in search of other tournaments. Fighting had become his only purpose and the only thing that made him feel alive. The thought that there could be another purpose to life has as of yet not occurred to him. Who knows if it ever will?
Age: 23
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height 6’1’’
Weight: 200
Eyes: Grey (sometimes blue)
Hair Color: Faded Black
Rank: Varies
Appearance: Muscular, but toned. Has an impossible to read expression on his face almost all of the time. Clothing varies, but usually is darker tones, grays, blacks, ect…
Personality: Not very friendly. He’s not mean, but he is more about his own business than anyone else’s. He keeps to himself and expects others to do likewise. He doesn’t like to talk with people and can be rude to those who try and make simple chit-chat. This is more due to the fact that he trusts no one.
Strength: Due to the kind of training he has endured he can push his body further than most on a regular basis. He see’s pain as more a motivation than a reason to stop.
Weakness: He never backs down from a challenge… even when he should. He will go into hopeless odds and though some see that as brave often it’s more foolish. He doesn’t believe that there is anything he can’t do and because of that he won’t ask for help. His pride is his biggest weakness and as sure as anything… eventually it will lead him toward destruction. The only question; will someone save him?
Ambitions: To prove he is the best fighter and be able to defeat anyone who would dare oppose him.
Hobbies and Interests: The closest thing he has to hobbies is studying how to tend to minor or serious injuries. This is more for the purpose to treat his self and not need a doctor. His interests revolve around learning more styles of fighting and ways to defeat or kill his enemies.
Languages: English
Family: Who cares?
History:
When Dusk was born he was one of many that had been sold to an up and coming leader. This leader intended to raise soldiers loyal to him and his children after him. The training regiment was one of extreme pain and many of the children didn’t reach the age of twelve. Dusk was one that did… he rose through the ranks quickly. With his do or die attitude being a key to his success, but as is the usual course of things this leader and the majority of his army were slaughtered. Dusk had been left with a near fatal injury.
When he had at last recovered he was lost and with no purpose. That was until he found the “Battle Towns” he lived for them and spent all his time in the various tournaments, whenever he wasn’t fighting in the towns he was hunting and doing odd jobs or traveling in search of other tournaments. Fighting had become his only purpose and the only thing that made him feel alive. The thought that there could be another purpose to life has as of yet not occurred to him. Who knows if it ever will?
