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This sounds well thought out and planned, I will join immediatly.
Name: Cali Dannazione
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 206 lb.
Hair Style: Brown, dark brown. Hangs down to about his nose in front and about to the bottom of his ears in back. A few stray oieces up top, but mostly linear and smooth in all directions.
Eyes color: His right eye is blue, while his left eye is green. They may switch if he gets pissed off.
Appearance: Medium build, tanish, mostly caucasian skin. He has a tattoo on his left bicep that resembles a crushed human skull with a eye on top of it. He wears loose, baggy, oversized clothing. Black top and bottom, with several pieces of metal, chains, gold, and other baubles strewn about his person. Wears a pair of glasses that cover his eyes from most angles, but can still be seen through. He wears a air of gauntlets that are made of sinew and pumice like chains. His boots are leather and steel, the leather making up the main paret and steel being on the toe and heel. The leather is died black. His shirt and pants are both long sleeved, and are made of alternating thickness material. He wears a ebony medallion on a sinew string. Inlayed in the medallion are 4 gems, a ruby, saphire, emerald, and diamond. Then a pearl lays set in between them.
Occupation: Works as a "delivery boy" doing random chores and deliveries for the locals. In fact, he is a thief, a pickpocket, a hired muscle, an errand boy, or whatever else he is needed for by crime rings that happen to be wherever he is.
Personality: Summed up in one word: Crazy. He is psychotic by law, and doesnt give a damn about others or even his own health half the time, as long as he reaps the reward. He will often do random, and annoying things for a quick bet.....almost always landing him in trouble with local authorities. He doesnt mean bad usually, more of an impish personality then dangerous, as long as its not buisness. Many shopkeepers hate him tho, as well as buisness owners who fear therecustomers may be driven away. Chaos in general appeals to his liking, and anarchy is his pastime.
Quirks: Skitzoid, and knowledgable of it. He often exploits his own mental instability to accomplish his goals. He doesnt mind putting himself in danger, but will always be the first to save his own ass rather than a helpless passerbys. He also has anti social disorder, as well as attention and respect problems. Ignoring the law lands him in lots of trouble, but he usually bakes up a half-assed shceme to get out, while getting others in trouble. He also has a phobia of squirrels.
Weapon: Can technically range from anything to anything....depending on his latest...."chore". However, his weapon of choice is a Ebony Dai-Katana paired with a steel military knife. he chains on his wrists can also be used quite effectively alongside saidd blades. As a last resort, He has a very ragged saw in his sleeves that both can be pulled out and uzsed to hack away at his foe. Poison and silence also link up with his mysterious occupations....
Inventory: Besides the large medallion he wears, He carries at any given point a large collection of jewels, gold, gems, and ore. Different herbs and plants may be found with him as well, tho not always legal. In his knacsack, besides the usual food and clothing, there is a large amount of rocks. Pumice, ash, and other such oddities are a mysteryto those who even know him like family. He has many other oddities which puzzle even the most profound researchers and keepers.
Class:
Faction: None, i guess.....
Race: Human (physically at least)
Special Powers: Due to his psychotic nature, and his paranormal tendencies, he is often made fun of. this unleashes a verystrong rage, and he has learned to control it and focus it into a devastating barrage of steel and ore. He can literally tear into an opponent at speeds greater than that of a racing horse. Leaving tattered clothing andmangled bodies as evidence. Often uses his mental imbalance to psych out opponents as well. He is also a skilled herbalist and pickpocket. as mentioned before. Marksmanship, while not his strong point, can be utilized due to his familiarities with bows and darts. Blocking isnt a strong point at all for him. He is clumbsy and befuddled by shields and can hardly block at all. With his knife woever, he can block even a silver dart from 20 yards. and with hisEbony dai-katana he can block most blades. While generally not the fastest guy, he is pretty agile and can slide his way though streets un-noticed, as well as get obscure, random, and arcane patterns established in combat. Silence is hi highest strongpoint. If he so wishes, nobody knows where he is. tho he often blows this for himself at whatever local tavern or cafe he may be at with his rude and spontaneous behavior.
Background: Born to a simple farmer, and his wife. They had no true devotion to any faction or force, and were content to there own lives. Politics and religion didnt matter as long as they were happy together. Local residents in the nearby village didnt like this however. They put up with there neglegance for long periods of time. By the time Cali was 6 owever, he had learned much from his parents, and often went to town, shooting of his mouth about there ideas and philosophies. Well, as much as many a devotionist may be upset by this....they couldnt harm an innocent child. So where else does one turn? To the source of course. The vilalgers marched into the farmers fields and started burning crops and slaughtering animals. they tore down fences and burned every plant to hte ground. the couple took Cali and tried to flee, but a local contingency of guards marched upon the fields as well, to quell the vioence. The villagers resisted and fought, already driven to madness by there own acts. the guards sought to silence them any way possible and set upon them with steel and flint.
After almost two days, with reinforcements of bigger, stronger units pouring in from both sides, the battle reached a pinnacle at the center of the farm, atop a hill, inside the house of the family. As they huddled togetrher and prayed to any God that would help them, they told Cali to not watch, to sit with his eyes closed and pray. he did. Until a fire caught on there thatched roof. His father went to get water, acting on instinct. His wife ran to grab him and get him to safety. But ala, it was to late. A vilalger standing outside the door waiting for another onslaught of guards saw his father running for water. He cut into him, leaving a deep crimson stain on the grass. Calis mother grabbed the bucket and pulled it over his head, then kicked him in the shin and pushed him back. He fell, landing in a fire. She then kneeled beside her husband and helped him towards the house, where he slumped against the door. They thought Cali had been left quietly in the room, deepset from the bloodshed. But they were wrong. He had watched, he had seen everything. He thought his parents were good people...then why did they kill a man? Then he thought....the guards...they are good people right? they are fighting for us rioght?
A mere 4 hours later, the last of the villagers was hacked down...his own legs detatched from him. the guard who killed him looked as a few stragglers ran for the village and as his own comrades simply let them go. Out of 5 phalanxes, only 1 squad now remained. And an entire village was gone. The captain of the guard looked with malice on his face, in his eyes, across his lips....he looked at the couple leaned against the shack. "YOU!!" He got up and walked toward them..."MY MEN OUR DEAD!! There families will not see anything even for this was a domestic problem! An entire vilalge lays in ruins and no one can rebuild it! Everything in this land is damned now. And for whaT?! For your insolence! For your stupidity!!" He brabbed the womans hair and opulled it up, pulling her head with it. "Now you contribte to the hell you have condemned us to!" He brought his blade down on her thrroat, once, twice, and finaly a third time cutting it open, the dull blade ripping more than slicing. He then turned to the man, bringing the blade up high, he hacked the mans skull in two. He then turned, and left towards the guards post, with his few men still alive in pursuit of him, not caring about what they had just seen. Cali crawled out to his parents bodies....confused....sad...and something new. Something he hadnt felt before. He knew that this violence was pointless, it had no need. Yet he craved it. He had witness great and terrible destruction, and for no cause. He had a desire to see more, he set out a week later for a distant land.
After 8 years of travleing, he found himself waking up in a moldy inn, where the wind howled and the forest around howled back. there was nobody around, and he had no recollection of the previous days affairs. Nor any afairs. He had some herbs near him with a gold piece on top. And in the main room, a bloody body lay in three pieces. He wandered away, through (the current setting world of the RP) the land, and found he was called for in several villages, tho he didnt know why. He answered the calls none the less, gaining fame, and fortune. Cali has no recollection of the events that conspired on the day of his parents death, nor anything before that. He has barely managed to scrap together his few weeks of becoming an assassin, and criminal hand before awakening i nthe inn. Now he wanders....doing whatever he is called for while continuinghis pranks. Many people hate him and many shun him. But he has made many good frineds as well, many powerful friends. (basically hes a drifter, going where goes....) ((oh, and hes a Vassal of Baphomet because of his thirst for destruction, as is why he is so messed up in the head.))
Character quote: "Screw you"
(tis alright?)
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You're so awesome.