Post by Ryhe on Sept 7, 2006 19:57:25 GMT -5
Basic Information~
Name~ Vane Deavon
Nicknames~ Vanny
Age~26
Birthday~ December 5
Race~ elf
Gender~ male
Martial Status~ single
Siblings~ none
Parents~ Karadazac III and Rose Fire-Whisper
Land~ Land with No rule
Physical Appearance~
Eye Color~ scarlet
Skin Color~ tan
Hair Color~ black
Height~ 6' 7''
Build~ thin but built
Scars~ one tracing down the right eye to shoulder to back of the right hand in a spiral and a burn that resembles a snake with a rose on chest that covers his chest completely. And runic tattoos over left eye.
Personal information~
Weapons Carried~ daggers
Magic~ none
Allies~ No one, really
Enemies~ Everyone
Favorites~
Food~ wine and meat
Color~ ash black
Weapon~ daggers
Personality~
Interests~The taste of blood and getting the message for the next assassination. He loves sleep, horses, reading, women (duh), alcohol…mainly elven wine and human mead and a good batch of wolf's bain (smoke).
Voice~ Rich, creamy voice
Attitude~Compassion is a new word to Vane. Growing up, he neither saw nor got any of it. But as he grew older, he learned bits and pieces of it. He could be kind at times, but only when the occasion desperately calls for it. He’ll be quite when needed and he’ll speak out when ever he wants. He’s very spiritual and when he sets his mind on something, he’ll do it to whatever cost. And sarcasm is his middle name.
History~ Vane was born as an illegitimate son to a King and a dancing whore. After she gave birth to him, she joined the circus and until her was six, he helped her get ready for her dancing act. On his sixth birthday, he became a juggler.
At the age of ten, he became a great tight-rope walker and out classed all of the professionals. After a year or so, he was founded by assassin sars and they took him from his home to become a well trained killers. He stands to this day as one of the best. He learned a lot from them, though most was just skill, like... turning into a panther...
Name~ Vane Deavon
Nicknames~ Vanny
Age~26
Birthday~ December 5
Race~ elf
Gender~ male
Martial Status~ single
Siblings~ none
Parents~ Karadazac III and Rose Fire-Whisper
Land~ Land with No rule
Physical Appearance~
Eye Color~ scarlet
Skin Color~ tan
Hair Color~ black
Height~ 6' 7''
Build~ thin but built
Scars~ one tracing down the right eye to shoulder to back of the right hand in a spiral and a burn that resembles a snake with a rose on chest that covers his chest completely. And runic tattoos over left eye.
Personal information~
Weapons Carried~ daggers
Magic~ none
Allies~ No one, really
Enemies~ Everyone
Favorites~
Food~ wine and meat
Color~ ash black
Weapon~ daggers
Personality~
Interests~The taste of blood and getting the message for the next assassination. He loves sleep, horses, reading, women (duh), alcohol…mainly elven wine and human mead and a good batch of wolf's bain (smoke).
Voice~ Rich, creamy voice
Attitude~Compassion is a new word to Vane. Growing up, he neither saw nor got any of it. But as he grew older, he learned bits and pieces of it. He could be kind at times, but only when the occasion desperately calls for it. He’ll be quite when needed and he’ll speak out when ever he wants. He’s very spiritual and when he sets his mind on something, he’ll do it to whatever cost. And sarcasm is his middle name.
History~ Vane was born as an illegitimate son to a King and a dancing whore. After she gave birth to him, she joined the circus and until her was six, he helped her get ready for her dancing act. On his sixth birthday, he became a juggler.
At the age of ten, he became a great tight-rope walker and out classed all of the professionals. After a year or so, he was founded by assassin sars and they took him from his home to become a well trained killers. He stands to this day as one of the best. He learned a lot from them, though most was just skill, like... turning into a panther...