Post by Raphael Orivien on Oct 21, 2012 23:46:28 GMT -5
grey skies & light fading ,,
THE OOC SECTION
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THE OOC SECTION
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CHARACTER NAMERaphael Illias Orivien
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONRaphael sports a tall and athletic build. His muscles aren't completely buff but they are toned well through exercise and training. As a Dragoon, his leg muscles are the most worked and allow him to jump a decent height naturally. One of his other best features, though, is his nicely sculptured face. Sure, he's a man but his face looks more feminine than masculine. Not completely though but some people could call him beautiful and they wouldn't be wrong. As such, he usually has his short, dark blue hair swept back. Since he has a flawless face, fate had to balance it out and give him a not-so-flawless body. Nothing too bad except for the scars. He isn't riddled in them but he has some to speak of.
In the clothing department, Raphael decides to go light. A short-sleeved tunic, cinched at the waist with a belt and a pair of black trousers, along with soft, black leather boots. In most cases, he can be found wearing a black overcoat and a dark green, broad brimmed, felt hat with a low, rounded crown. Raph also owns a few miscellaneous bits such as black fingerless gloves and dark brown leather satchel with a dull grey bedroll strapped to it. Carried in this bag is usually documents of some nature, money whenever he has any, food rations and extra items.
CHARACTER PERSONALITYRaphael is generally a good guy, when he wants to be, which is most of the time. Being serious isn't something he enjoys and would rather have fun all day. As such, he has a very friendly nature and wants to befriend everyone. Although, he spends more of his time flirting with the ladies than chillin' with the dudes, just the way he is. Nestled deep in his mind is a slight perverted sense but doesn't usually come out unless he is wasted. Courteous would be another word to describe him but really only towards the opposite sex..as well as with whoever is his current employer, as long as he believes they deserve respect.
He's the courageous sort, not swayed by danger or fear. Sometimes fear doesn't even register for long. Sure, he has some fears but is willing to turn away from them to get things done. He has a stubborn streak too and doesn't like being told what to do. Whoever his current employer is at the time is exempt from this, 'tis the rules and all. If it gets out of hand, though, he will ignore his employer and move on. Now that's not to say he chooses who owns him but rather, as long as he is paid enough, he'll do whatever.
Speaking of which, at heart he holds a somewhat chaotic neutral alignment. He does what he wants, when he wants and anyone be damned that tries to stop him. When someone hires him for a job, he'll see it through, as long as he is paid enough for such circumstances. Being srsface all the time makes him want to have fun any other time. So he tries to keep situations calm and friendly, not to get out of hand, even warning those that push him that it wouldn't be a good idea. Raphael is different when he gets serious, more deadly and merciless. Everything is done with precision and he almost never forgets the last detail.
CHARACTER HISTORYRaphael was raised an only child by his father, a grizzled mercenary. They lived nowhere but everywhere, doing what they had to, to survive. Raphael and his father sough jobs mainly within the nation of Archadia of the Valendia Continent. Though when the going got hot, they'd cross the border to Ordalia and wait until the heat cooled. Raph grew up on this lifestyle and soon grew accustomed to it within a handful of years. However, he didn't have time to learn everything of the trade from his father as his old man, which was quite old, made a mistake on a job and was killed.
Unable to handle the situation, Raphael fled. He ran to the only place he knew was familiar and that was back in Archadia. Unfortunately for him, a few big shots hadn't completely forgotten about him and his dad so young Raph found himself in deeper trouble than he was before. With no other choice, he was forced to start his job early and begin working contracts to pay off the debt his father owed. It was hard at first, being only a young adolescent teen and having to do things he much older father sweated to do. Hardships they were, they definitely strengthened Raphael for his new life, making him stronger than his dad ever was.
Some time later, he became known for his skills. A competent mercenary that sold out to the highest bidder. A spear-wielding warrior that once hunted dragons. A man that should never be crossed. A human being that some thought wasn't human in the slightest. Nowadays, before the Distortion, Raphael spent his time going from tavern to tavern, selling his skills and hitting on women. It was on one night in the pub of Rabanastre, that he had drank until he passed out and awoke in the Distorted World. His memories were fuzzy at the time but it didn't take long for him to remember his old life. Instead of seeing it as a way to turn his life around, he kept on as a mercenary, to improve his skills further.
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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,
THE IC SECTION
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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,
THE IC SECTION
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"Hello there. You've just arrived in the Distorted World. Why don't you tell me your name, and the first thought going through your head right now?""Raphael Orivien. What did I drink last night? 'Bout it really."
"That's certainly interesting... forgive me if I don't know what to say to that. So tell me, where are you from?""Ivalice. I can't really remember where exactly. Must because of what I drank last night..."
"Can't say I've ever heard of it. Well, tell me about yourself. What do you do? What are some of your likes and dislikes?""For the most part, I'm a mercenary. I used to be a professional Dragon Knight before the marks started disappearing. Anyways, I like women, the fiery and tomboyish ones the most as well as spending my free time in taverns. There isn't much I dislike besides obnoxious, envious guys, cheap ale and not getting paid."
"Ah, that's amazing! And not only do we have some things in common, you're quite the looker, too, aren't you?""Oh I know, I do my best to look good all the time."
"There's no need to be shy. They always say, if you've got it, flaunt it, right? Anyway, enough about that. Who are you allied with?""As I mentioned before, I'm a mercenary, so my allegiance is mostly to myself but I will sell out to the highest bidder." Vault Hunter
"I'm sure you have your reasons... Oh, on another note, how tall are you?""Er, six feet and two inches, give or take an inch."
"Drat! Just four inches too tall. Although... hmm, would you mind if I asked you on a date? Don't worry, I'll buy.""Sorry man, my door only swings one way." Heterosexual
"Finding a venue might be a bit difficult, anyway, since I have no idea where we are... tell me where this is, again?""Hell if I know, don't recognize it. Though as long as it has a tavern, I'm fine with it." Alexandria
"Ah, how could I forget? I'd love to vacation here someday, when it's not so foggy... It's scenic, you know?""Doesn't look that scenic to me."
"Well, thank you for the lovely conversation! I'm afraid I'll have to be leaving you, though, since I'm going to explode in about three seconds anyway. Buh-bye now!""Yea, it was a bit interes—wait, explode!? WHAT THE FU-!"
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uptown it's dead now but ,,
THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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uptown it's dead now but ,,
THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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ROLEPLAYER NAMEVir
ROLEPLAYER AGE20
EXPERIENCEFour years.
PASSWORDCuraja
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out here no one seems to care at all ,,
THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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out here no one seems to care at all ,,
THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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RP SAMPLE"Alright you lazy bums, get up off your behinds and get back to patrolling!" Yelled a man that had just entered the courtyard.
The guards knew who he was and stood straighter, marched in unison and kept their comments to themselves. Walking through the courtyard was one of the Hylian Knights, Draco Rex. His gold trimmed black coat billowed out behind him as he descended the stone stairs and strode across the grass. He wore no armor or carried any weapon but that didn't mean he couldn't hold his own. He was in one of those moods, where he wanted something to happen so he could throw down with someone. Had he wanted to keep his cool, he would of worn something more formal and meant for a gentleman. No, he was prepared to get down and dirty.
"Hey, what are these boxes still doing here!? They have already been unloaded, get them out of here. Their presence throws everything off." Drake said as he approached the boxes.
Gesturing to two nearby guards, he turned away and started to walk back across the courtyard. He was stressed for some insignificant reason and he felt like taking it out on the guards. They wouldn't say anything, they'd take it and silently ask for more. His rigorous training had made the other squires bolt so he had no classes to teach today. As he ascended the steps to platform that overlooked the courtyard, he gave a sigh. Maybe he'd go read a book with some hot tea. If the castle pantries had any good tea leaves left.
"Make it snappy with those boxes! I want them out of here in ten minutes!" Those boxes would be gone before then. The guards definitely didn't want to test his wrath. He turned to watch the courtyard silently, admiring the view.
