Post by laertes on Aug 30, 2005 19:28:17 GMT -5
Name: Laertes Kelomar
Race: Harpy
Age: 754 (looks about 29)
Sign: Capricorn
Sex: Male
Eye Color: Golden yellow
Hair Color: Straw blond
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 178
Skin Tone: Light tan
Nationality: The Frozen Spine
Physical Description: Laertes, being of the Harpy bloodline, would easily be able to pass as a noble of any nation, if he were to dress for the job. His hair is about an inch in length and straw blond in color from the ages. The style of his hair would be best described as helmet-hair, unintentional spiking in a random, disarrayed nature. His eyes are of a golden yellow color, as is the case with most Harpies. One strange thing about his eyes, even stranger then the color, is that they give a sense of coldness, not just a sad coldness but one that seems as though it could actually chill the bone. His face is fair with small features for someone his age. He rarely smiles, thus he is seen most commonly with a bit of a sad look on his face.
Laertes' body is of a slightly muscular build, the one you would expect from someone who takes good care of their body, but doesn't go to the gym on a regular basis. Despite the muscles surrounding his bones, he has an unusually light step for someone his height, even if they were horribly skinny. The most unusual feature of his build is that his arms are about 2 inches longer then they should be. This gives him a little extra reach, but is such a small difference then what is normal that most people do not notice this. The rest of his body continues the light tan and, since he bathes regularly, is very free from dirt.
The clothes that Laertes decides to wear is what most distinguishes him from a member of a royal family. He wears a tightly bound pair of black shorts, tied both at the waist and half-way down the thighs with belts. He wears a vest with medium length sleeves with the front open. He wears a rather simple pair of hard leather boots, to provide both protection and weapon capabilities. Most of this is obscured be the rather large cloak he wears, which shrouds his figure in it's embrace, along with the hood that usually allows people to only see an eye or two along with his smile-less mouth. He usually hides his wings, so as to not bring unwanted attention to him.
Notable Scars, Tattoos, Markings/Features: The wings of Laertes are stained red from the blood of all those who have fallen to him in battle. He refuses to clean them, for he feels the redness of his wings are a constant reminder to those he fights, that their lives will soon end.
Skills:
Fast: Whether running or in combat, Laertes is able to move quickly for a short duration of time. Of course, this fast movement can take its toll on anyone's energy supply, so he must limit himself as to how fast he moves.
Agile: Laertes can also use his speed for quick, precise movements in his arms, legs, and body, allowing him to strike quickly and dodge slow attacks with ease. Of course, this too tires him out, so he is cautious not to over-exert himself.
Specific Power(s):
Wings: Not only are Laertes wings strong, but they also strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. He most commonly uses his wings for quick bursts of speed for a lunge, or a fast aerial attack.
Berserk fury: If driven to certain conditions, Laertes can lose all sense of control and morals, and rips apart all those who stand in his way.
Judgment: Laertes spreads his blood red wings and readies the Cat's Cradle as a sadistic smile runs across his face. Not only does this strike fear into the hearts of many, but at the same time Laertes concentrates all his bodily functions toward fighting. Dulling nerve endings, decreasing blood flow to wounded areas, and advanced healing of wounds are a few of the functions that are altered. It also effects the brain, increasing focus on the target and allowing for faster reactions. This make him a force to be reckoned with, and nearly impossible to reason with.
Weapon(s): Cat's Cradle: a set of four claws made specifically for Laertes. Each arm has a three bladed claw on them, while each boot has a set up of three blades in front and a fourth in back. This allows for fast, agile combat, albeit dangerous at such close ranges.
Special Equipment: A locket housing strands of hair from his wife and her child hangs from his neck. No one knows what happens when you take these from Laertes, for none have survived to tell.
Personality: Laertes' personality is anything but warm. Some people kid about how he could extinguish a live volcano, others say he could freeze the oceans. Laertes ignores any of these remarks, for he figures that it would be useless to waste his time on those who do not care about how someone truly is on the inside. In truth Laertes is a very warm hearted person deep down, but not even he can see this in himself anymore. He is not rude, just abnormally quiet. He will always lend a helping hand to those who need it, for this is in his own code of honor.
On the battlefield, however, Laertes is anything but kind. He rends anything and anyone that gets in his path, slaughtering all those he deems worthy of punishment and sparing only those he himself feels are innocent. Because of the thousands of lives he has ended, and because of the way he chooses who will die and who will live, his enemies have given him the title 'Judgment'. Being surrounded by death and battle tends to bring a sadistic smile to Laertes' face. This, along with his blood red wings, causes a profound fear to spread among his victims.
History: Laertes is a cold-blooded killer, plain and simple. He justifies his killing by only killing those he deems fit for punishment. This attitude makes him feared among those who know who he is, and few actually know him, for those who do are too afraid to mention his deeds. Laertes was not always like this, however.
When he was a child he had a happy life, no wars, no fighting, just peace and happiness. He loved his parents, and they loved him. Soon he felt the urge to leave and get out on his own, so his parents gave him a some supplies to get him going, and wished that he would have a safe journey and that he would visit them from time to time. He did so, and enjoyed it every time he went. But one day as Laertes walked up to his parents villa, he saw black smoke rise from it. He ran to the burning building as fast as he could, perhaps even faster. When he made it, he saw someone run off, he would have given chase but he feared for his parent lives. But it was too late, all he could find of his parents were their charred remains and a locket.
Laertes was horribly saddened, and he moved to the village where his friend lived with his mother. He had met this man on his journeys while away from home and they had grown quite close traveling together, so this was one of the best places he could recuperate. Soon he began to feel better and started to journey outside the village, help relieve the final bit of stress from the loss of his parents. After a long walk he came back to his friends house to discover the kingdom guard outside the door, escorting a familiar man outside. "What happened?" asked Laertes. They only pointed to the dead body of his friend laying inside the house, obviously murdered by this man that was being escorted. It took half the guard at the scene to hold back Laertes. A month later the man was set free, deemed not-guilty due to lack of evidence. His friends mother soon killed herself in grief. Laertes was given a gold chain from the family's fortune.
This sent Laertes into a great depression, he would go to bars across the land, drinking what he could until he was thrown out. He lived this life for about twenty years, traveling in beer soaked rags, until one day a barmaid listened to what this poor man had to say. She felt sorry for the strange man and, having lost her husband a few years ago, sympathized with him. She cleaned him up and gave him fresh clothes and a place to stay, which Laertes re payed by helping care for her and her child. The two soon grew close and wed each other at the town church. Laertes was finally happy again, feeling the joy and warmth he did as a child. "Looks like we're out of fire wood, I'll go get some more" said Laertes as he fetched his Axe and traveled to the forest.
On his way back, he noticed that the birds that usually lived in the tree near his house were quiet, something was wrong. He dropped his Axe and made a mad dash to his house, only to find the door was broken in. He heard his heart pounding harder and harder as he walked through the door. He stepped into a pool of blood, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw what had created it. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of his wife as she lay there, silent, holding her dead child in her cold arms. Laertes went pale, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, his mind couldn't even compute this ever happening. He was in such a daze he didn't even hear noises coming from the back room. As Laertes began to look up from his daze he noticed a familiar figure walk out of the back room, a smile across his face and a bag of jewels in his hand. "Oh, you wanna die too?" said the man as he pulled out a knife. This was it, this was the final straw. "You, you killed my parents, you killed my friend..." Laertes Stood up and revealed his wings in a quick blast, "...And you killed my wife and our child..." He walked up to the man, who was bawling his eyes out, and he wrapped his hand around the thief's neck "...now I will show you the TRUE meaning of PAIN!!!!!!!!" as he screamed the Laertes plunged his hand into the thief's chest and, with one quick motion, ripped out his heart. He then pursued to slam the helpless, and half-dead, thief against anything and everything in sight. Then he ripped him apart, making sure the thief was able to feel every last bit of it. Afterward he buried the bodies of his wife and step-child, taking a piece of their hair and placing it into his parents locket, which is suspended on his neck by his friends chain.
From that day on, Laertes swore that he would seek vengeance on all those who deserved it. He has killed thousands in the last 400 years, and thousands more will fall to the Judgment
Anything Else: Laertes is a mercenary, taking jobs that involve killing and giving discounts based on how much fun he had doing it. The Cat's Cradle, his blood red wings, and his demeanor in battle shows everyone why he is known as 'Judgment'
Race: Harpy
Age: 754 (looks about 29)
Sign: Capricorn
Sex: Male
Eye Color: Golden yellow
Hair Color: Straw blond
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 178
Skin Tone: Light tan
Nationality: The Frozen Spine
Physical Description: Laertes, being of the Harpy bloodline, would easily be able to pass as a noble of any nation, if he were to dress for the job. His hair is about an inch in length and straw blond in color from the ages. The style of his hair would be best described as helmet-hair, unintentional spiking in a random, disarrayed nature. His eyes are of a golden yellow color, as is the case with most Harpies. One strange thing about his eyes, even stranger then the color, is that they give a sense of coldness, not just a sad coldness but one that seems as though it could actually chill the bone. His face is fair with small features for someone his age. He rarely smiles, thus he is seen most commonly with a bit of a sad look on his face.
Laertes' body is of a slightly muscular build, the one you would expect from someone who takes good care of their body, but doesn't go to the gym on a regular basis. Despite the muscles surrounding his bones, he has an unusually light step for someone his height, even if they were horribly skinny. The most unusual feature of his build is that his arms are about 2 inches longer then they should be. This gives him a little extra reach, but is such a small difference then what is normal that most people do not notice this. The rest of his body continues the light tan and, since he bathes regularly, is very free from dirt.
The clothes that Laertes decides to wear is what most distinguishes him from a member of a royal family. He wears a tightly bound pair of black shorts, tied both at the waist and half-way down the thighs with belts. He wears a vest with medium length sleeves with the front open. He wears a rather simple pair of hard leather boots, to provide both protection and weapon capabilities. Most of this is obscured be the rather large cloak he wears, which shrouds his figure in it's embrace, along with the hood that usually allows people to only see an eye or two along with his smile-less mouth. He usually hides his wings, so as to not bring unwanted attention to him.
Notable Scars, Tattoos, Markings/Features: The wings of Laertes are stained red from the blood of all those who have fallen to him in battle. He refuses to clean them, for he feels the redness of his wings are a constant reminder to those he fights, that their lives will soon end.
Skills:
Fast: Whether running or in combat, Laertes is able to move quickly for a short duration of time. Of course, this fast movement can take its toll on anyone's energy supply, so he must limit himself as to how fast he moves.
Agile: Laertes can also use his speed for quick, precise movements in his arms, legs, and body, allowing him to strike quickly and dodge slow attacks with ease. Of course, this too tires him out, so he is cautious not to over-exert himself.
Specific Power(s):
Wings: Not only are Laertes wings strong, but they also strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. He most commonly uses his wings for quick bursts of speed for a lunge, or a fast aerial attack.
Berserk fury: If driven to certain conditions, Laertes can lose all sense of control and morals, and rips apart all those who stand in his way.
Judgment: Laertes spreads his blood red wings and readies the Cat's Cradle as a sadistic smile runs across his face. Not only does this strike fear into the hearts of many, but at the same time Laertes concentrates all his bodily functions toward fighting. Dulling nerve endings, decreasing blood flow to wounded areas, and advanced healing of wounds are a few of the functions that are altered. It also effects the brain, increasing focus on the target and allowing for faster reactions. This make him a force to be reckoned with, and nearly impossible to reason with.
Weapon(s): Cat's Cradle: a set of four claws made specifically for Laertes. Each arm has a three bladed claw on them, while each boot has a set up of three blades in front and a fourth in back. This allows for fast, agile combat, albeit dangerous at such close ranges.
Special Equipment: A locket housing strands of hair from his wife and her child hangs from his neck. No one knows what happens when you take these from Laertes, for none have survived to tell.
Personality: Laertes' personality is anything but warm. Some people kid about how he could extinguish a live volcano, others say he could freeze the oceans. Laertes ignores any of these remarks, for he figures that it would be useless to waste his time on those who do not care about how someone truly is on the inside. In truth Laertes is a very warm hearted person deep down, but not even he can see this in himself anymore. He is not rude, just abnormally quiet. He will always lend a helping hand to those who need it, for this is in his own code of honor.
On the battlefield, however, Laertes is anything but kind. He rends anything and anyone that gets in his path, slaughtering all those he deems worthy of punishment and sparing only those he himself feels are innocent. Because of the thousands of lives he has ended, and because of the way he chooses who will die and who will live, his enemies have given him the title 'Judgment'. Being surrounded by death and battle tends to bring a sadistic smile to Laertes' face. This, along with his blood red wings, causes a profound fear to spread among his victims.
History: Laertes is a cold-blooded killer, plain and simple. He justifies his killing by only killing those he deems fit for punishment. This attitude makes him feared among those who know who he is, and few actually know him, for those who do are too afraid to mention his deeds. Laertes was not always like this, however.
When he was a child he had a happy life, no wars, no fighting, just peace and happiness. He loved his parents, and they loved him. Soon he felt the urge to leave and get out on his own, so his parents gave him a some supplies to get him going, and wished that he would have a safe journey and that he would visit them from time to time. He did so, and enjoyed it every time he went. But one day as Laertes walked up to his parents villa, he saw black smoke rise from it. He ran to the burning building as fast as he could, perhaps even faster. When he made it, he saw someone run off, he would have given chase but he feared for his parent lives. But it was too late, all he could find of his parents were their charred remains and a locket.
Laertes was horribly saddened, and he moved to the village where his friend lived with his mother. He had met this man on his journeys while away from home and they had grown quite close traveling together, so this was one of the best places he could recuperate. Soon he began to feel better and started to journey outside the village, help relieve the final bit of stress from the loss of his parents. After a long walk he came back to his friends house to discover the kingdom guard outside the door, escorting a familiar man outside. "What happened?" asked Laertes. They only pointed to the dead body of his friend laying inside the house, obviously murdered by this man that was being escorted. It took half the guard at the scene to hold back Laertes. A month later the man was set free, deemed not-guilty due to lack of evidence. His friends mother soon killed herself in grief. Laertes was given a gold chain from the family's fortune.
This sent Laertes into a great depression, he would go to bars across the land, drinking what he could until he was thrown out. He lived this life for about twenty years, traveling in beer soaked rags, until one day a barmaid listened to what this poor man had to say. She felt sorry for the strange man and, having lost her husband a few years ago, sympathized with him. She cleaned him up and gave him fresh clothes and a place to stay, which Laertes re payed by helping care for her and her child. The two soon grew close and wed each other at the town church. Laertes was finally happy again, feeling the joy and warmth he did as a child. "Looks like we're out of fire wood, I'll go get some more" said Laertes as he fetched his Axe and traveled to the forest.
On his way back, he noticed that the birds that usually lived in the tree near his house were quiet, something was wrong. He dropped his Axe and made a mad dash to his house, only to find the door was broken in. He heard his heart pounding harder and harder as he walked through the door. He stepped into a pool of blood, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw what had created it. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of his wife as she lay there, silent, holding her dead child in her cold arms. Laertes went pale, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, his mind couldn't even compute this ever happening. He was in such a daze he didn't even hear noises coming from the back room. As Laertes began to look up from his daze he noticed a familiar figure walk out of the back room, a smile across his face and a bag of jewels in his hand. "Oh, you wanna die too?" said the man as he pulled out a knife. This was it, this was the final straw. "You, you killed my parents, you killed my friend..." Laertes Stood up and revealed his wings in a quick blast, "...And you killed my wife and our child..." He walked up to the man, who was bawling his eyes out, and he wrapped his hand around the thief's neck "...now I will show you the TRUE meaning of PAIN!!!!!!!!" as he screamed the Laertes plunged his hand into the thief's chest and, with one quick motion, ripped out his heart. He then pursued to slam the helpless, and half-dead, thief against anything and everything in sight. Then he ripped him apart, making sure the thief was able to feel every last bit of it. Afterward he buried the bodies of his wife and step-child, taking a piece of their hair and placing it into his parents locket, which is suspended on his neck by his friends chain.
From that day on, Laertes swore that he would seek vengeance on all those who deserved it. He has killed thousands in the last 400 years, and thousands more will fall to the Judgment
Anything Else: Laertes is a mercenary, taking jobs that involve killing and giving discounts based on how much fun he had doing it. The Cat's Cradle, his blood red wings, and his demeanor in battle shows everyone why he is known as 'Judgment'