Jasyn Kaiden Jan 8, 2008 21:34:21 GMT -5
Post by Jasyn on Jan 8, 2008 21:34:21 GMT -5
Your character's full name: Jasyn 'Death Scythe' Kaiden
Jasyn is an all black fox with a few exceptions; his face has a white mask in the shape of a skull, all four paws are white, and his tail is white. His eyes are a dead grey that sends shivers up the spine of any who are unfortuanate to meet his gaze. His claws are the black of a shadow in the hell gates, and his teeth are stained yellow.Job or Position:
His attire is a blood-red tunic with ties at the collar, and sleeves that go down to his wrists. A belt of sharkskin wraps around his waist, and over the whole ensamble he wears a black cloak. It covers most of his face in shadows. He is roughly six heads tall, and he is extremely skinny, almost malnurished,and beasts who see him think that he is the incarnation of death.
Doubly so with his weapon. He holds an odd weapon that only he knows how to use whithout sustaining injuries. A long ebony staff that is easily a head taller then him. A notch is carved into the top, to hold a katana. The handle of three pawlengths wrapped in white fabric. The cross-guard is a circle of darkest grey, and a black-enamled blade of ten or eleven pawlengths curves subtly from the ricasso. A skinny chain longer then the staff sits in place of pommel, with a four-pronged spike as a weight.
His personality is hard to explain. He doesn't open up to many people, and as consiquence, has many rumors running through the lands. He seems to be in a relaxed-carefree mannerism untill you dare gaze into his eyes. There you see a constantly burning ember of anger conflicted with immense sorrow. He perfers to be alone, and believes that any companions would get in his way.History and Background Information:
Jasyn was forced to fend for himself at an ealy age. His fearsome visage pushed everyone away who would normally help a youngling, and he resented it. He pushed his way through a a pitiful childhood, and into his new adulthood. He worked a reputation for himself. One who slays without pity or mercy, and who needs no friends. And Incarnation of death. His employers became impressed with his progress, and constantly pressed to keep him. He refused every offer, and runs when the employer tries to keep him in camp by force.Any other details:
He is currently employed under Hans Vermeer.