Post by Ribab on May 8, 2010 21:15:32 GMT -5
Character
Name: Ribab Jchogu
Gender: ♂
Species: Human
Age: 16
Profession: Mercenary
Magic: no
Weapon: Duel swords sheathed on back. The swords are 2.5 feet long each (5/6 yard each). They are made out of meteorite which give them magical properties. Ribab got weapons made out of meteorite as pay for smuggling the meteorite from the mining company which had cleared the meteor's landing site.
Description: (What does your character look like? (It can be a picture))
Sample Role play
Ribab was just walking down the road, when he heard yelling, sword-fighting, and explosions coming from the other side of this small outpost. A worried looking person came from the outpost looking for help. He had a bag full of crowns and offered it to Ribab, pleading for him to protect him.
He was dressed in silk clothing with a tall hat. He looked like a very educated person, very important. VIP. Why not help him? He seemed to be offering a fair amount of money, and with a human's moral values, Ribab probably would have helped anyways.
"What do you need me to do?" Ribab asked, taking the money and stashing it into his side pack.
"Those men, they are after me!" the man explained, "Please, help me get away from here!"
A fire arrow flew right between them, it hit a trunk of a tree and exploded, almost breaking the tree, like a rock being dropped on a twig.
Almost instinctively, Ribab pulled out his two black swords from his back out of their crossed sheathes and swung them in circles to give their meteorite aura a taste of kinetic energy. Now that his swords were warmed up, Ribab ran at the archer who shot the fire arrow, deflected a second arrow with a left back-hand swing, then took a running jump and sliced through the air in a circle while he came down on his opponent.
*SLASH! SRRK!* Was all you could hear as Ribab's swords had entered the archer's body. The first sword that was in his left hand followed it's way through and cut the archer's body right in half at about shoulder height, the second sword that was in his right hand was propelled right into the archer's chest and was left there.
Getting up from a kneeling position, Ribab saw his VIP just standing there staring at him, "Who are you!?"
"I'm Ribab, and thanks for the sack of crowns. I'll make sure you make it somewhere safe."
