Post by Alphonse on Nov 20, 2009 21:45:19 GMT -5
Name: Alphonse Tiberius "Al" Zsoldos
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Alphonse stands at about 6 feet and has a pretty average body type with a small muscular build. He has brown hair and dark brown eyes and a goatee and mustache. His hair is relatively long, just about an inch from his shoulders. Overall Alphonse looks like a broad yet friendly man with a smile that never leaves his face.
Alphonse wears a navy blue robe with white trim. It has long sleeves and nearly touches the ground. He has a black undershirt and white pants along with a belt with a holster and sheath attached to it. He has black boots and keeps some black fingerless gloves just in case he has to use a weapon.
Alphonse carries 2 weapons with him; a gun thats black with silver colored metal trim that he made himself and a ninjato that he bout in the small town he lives close to, it's also silver and black. He also has an unfinished gun with him thats unusable.
Gun Picture
Ninjato Picture
Personality: To most Alphonse appears as a friendly, shy man that doesn't talk much. Most strangers find that he's a kind soul that would never hurt anyone and is willing to help anyone that needs it.
Those who know Alphonse see a very different side of him; to familiar folk he's often eccentric, intelligent, and teasing man. For the most part Alphonse keeps to himself preferring to study and write at his house or possibly tinker with some gun parts after smithing. He also enjoys drinking with his friends.
History: Alphonse grew up in a noble family in Llyr where he was treated very well and had much education. He had a sister, Trisha, who was 11 years older than him, that left Alphonse and the rest of his family; why she did this, Alphonse was never told. Even as a child Alphonse had an interest about the world around, he wanted to know how it all worked, why everything was, and what made it what it is. He would stare up at the sky wondering about everything, what were stars? Are they close or far away? Alphonse would stay up at night, thinking to himself about the world, what had happened to it, what was to become of everything.
As he grew up, his parents made him learn to play the piano, which he was quite exceptional at, but had no interest in it. Though sometimes, he would play in order to help him think or to relax or even just to pass the time. Alphonse continued his studies throughout his teen years and surpassed even the other noble children, though he was outcast do to being "different" from the rest. He didn't mind it much, he liked being alone, it gave him time to think.
When Alphonse was 19 years old his house was purposefully burned down do to a misunderstanding on a payment that his father had made to the lord of their fairly large town. Afterwards he left the town, never to be heard of again.
Alphonse, after leaving his home, bought a house with what money his family had left him up in the hills of Llyr and continued his studying in his new small, stone house. He had become completely self sufficient; he grew his own food, made his own supplies, the only reason to go into town was for books and social reasons. After a time of being alone, Alphonse gained an interest in guns. He started doing his own smithing, crafting his own guns and bullets and practicing with it on his little farm. By the time he was 25 Alphonse was tired of his lonely ways, and so he packed up, and headed on his way into the world.
RP Sample: The candle light flickered and Alphonse looked up from his book and at the candle. He stared into its magnificent blaze, how it danced and waved its arms, seducing Alphonse with its charm. He looked back down at his book, dipped his quill in a jar of ink, and continued writing; ... and as I studied the clouds, I saw something strange. As they moved closer and closer to the hills, they become dark, more intimidating than they were before. After passing over my head and heading more inland, they dropped their heavy load of water in the forests behind me. It was then I came to the conclusion that... Suddenly ink squirted from the pen onto Alphonse' work. He quickly stood up, looking down horrified at what had just happened. Alphonse shook head, I'll continue tomorrow, its no big deal.
Alphonse picked up his candle and walked over to his fire and lit the wood that was stacked within. It slowly spread across the dry tinder, consuming it, turning it into black coal. Alphonse stared into fire, smiling with curiosity. He stood up and walked back over to his table, tore out his ink-soaked page, and threw it next to the book. Alphonse slammed the book shut, unnoticed dust flew up around.
Alphonse walked towards the ragging blaze that was now his fire place, sat down in front of hit crossed legged, looked down, closed his eyes, and relaxed. He glanced up at the mantle and saw his gun sitting in front of the fire. Alphonse stared at it for a moment, suddenly realized where his gun was and grabbed it. He looked down at it, sitting with his arms. "It's a good thing I noticed you, we don't want you near a fire place," Alphonse glanced up at the fire, "who knows what would happen." He slipped the gun into his holster, of which he almost never takes off, and lowered his head once again, dozing off amongst the warm and cozy fireplace dancing with ferocity and grace. The room was now quite and dark, with only a man and his gun sleeping within. This, is true peace...
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Alphonse stands at about 6 feet and has a pretty average body type with a small muscular build. He has brown hair and dark brown eyes and a goatee and mustache. His hair is relatively long, just about an inch from his shoulders. Overall Alphonse looks like a broad yet friendly man with a smile that never leaves his face.
Alphonse wears a navy blue robe with white trim. It has long sleeves and nearly touches the ground. He has a black undershirt and white pants along with a belt with a holster and sheath attached to it. He has black boots and keeps some black fingerless gloves just in case he has to use a weapon.
Alphonse carries 2 weapons with him; a gun thats black with silver colored metal trim that he made himself and a ninjato that he bout in the small town he lives close to, it's also silver and black. He also has an unfinished gun with him thats unusable.
Gun Picture
Ninjato Picture
Personality: To most Alphonse appears as a friendly, shy man that doesn't talk much. Most strangers find that he's a kind soul that would never hurt anyone and is willing to help anyone that needs it.
Those who know Alphonse see a very different side of him; to familiar folk he's often eccentric, intelligent, and teasing man. For the most part Alphonse keeps to himself preferring to study and write at his house or possibly tinker with some gun parts after smithing. He also enjoys drinking with his friends.
History: Alphonse grew up in a noble family in Llyr where he was treated very well and had much education. He had a sister, Trisha, who was 11 years older than him, that left Alphonse and the rest of his family; why she did this, Alphonse was never told. Even as a child Alphonse had an interest about the world around, he wanted to know how it all worked, why everything was, and what made it what it is. He would stare up at the sky wondering about everything, what were stars? Are they close or far away? Alphonse would stay up at night, thinking to himself about the world, what had happened to it, what was to become of everything.
As he grew up, his parents made him learn to play the piano, which he was quite exceptional at, but had no interest in it. Though sometimes, he would play in order to help him think or to relax or even just to pass the time. Alphonse continued his studies throughout his teen years and surpassed even the other noble children, though he was outcast do to being "different" from the rest. He didn't mind it much, he liked being alone, it gave him time to think.
When Alphonse was 19 years old his house was purposefully burned down do to a misunderstanding on a payment that his father had made to the lord of their fairly large town. Afterwards he left the town, never to be heard of again.
Alphonse, after leaving his home, bought a house with what money his family had left him up in the hills of Llyr and continued his studying in his new small, stone house. He had become completely self sufficient; he grew his own food, made his own supplies, the only reason to go into town was for books and social reasons. After a time of being alone, Alphonse gained an interest in guns. He started doing his own smithing, crafting his own guns and bullets and practicing with it on his little farm. By the time he was 25 Alphonse was tired of his lonely ways, and so he packed up, and headed on his way into the world.
RP Sample: The candle light flickered and Alphonse looked up from his book and at the candle. He stared into its magnificent blaze, how it danced and waved its arms, seducing Alphonse with its charm. He looked back down at his book, dipped his quill in a jar of ink, and continued writing; ... and as I studied the clouds, I saw something strange. As they moved closer and closer to the hills, they become dark, more intimidating than they were before. After passing over my head and heading more inland, they dropped their heavy load of water in the forests behind me. It was then I came to the conclusion that... Suddenly ink squirted from the pen onto Alphonse' work. He quickly stood up, looking down horrified at what had just happened. Alphonse shook head, I'll continue tomorrow, its no big deal.
Alphonse picked up his candle and walked over to his fire and lit the wood that was stacked within. It slowly spread across the dry tinder, consuming it, turning it into black coal. Alphonse stared into fire, smiling with curiosity. He stood up and walked back over to his table, tore out his ink-soaked page, and threw it next to the book. Alphonse slammed the book shut, unnoticed dust flew up around.
Alphonse walked towards the ragging blaze that was now his fire place, sat down in front of hit crossed legged, looked down, closed his eyes, and relaxed. He glanced up at the mantle and saw his gun sitting in front of the fire. Alphonse stared at it for a moment, suddenly realized where his gun was and grabbed it. He looked down at it, sitting with his arms. "It's a good thing I noticed you, we don't want you near a fire place," Alphonse glanced up at the fire, "who knows what would happen." He slipped the gun into his holster, of which he almost never takes off, and lowered his head once again, dozing off amongst the warm and cozy fireplace dancing with ferocity and grace. The room was now quite and dark, with only a man and his gun sleeping within. This, is true peace...
