The Black Dawn -- Character Profiles

[The Mammoth]

Name: Quintus Damigan
Age: 32
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 220 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: One blue, one red from an encounter with a mage.
Appearance/Description: Quintus is a extremely fit man, obviously one who extensively trains. He has short cut hair, slightly spiked upwards, and stubble thickly strewn across his face. He has a few scars along his face and chin, but one prominent one over his right eye on the forehead that extends back toward his ear. There are runic tattoos up and down his arms and across his chest. They seem to be defenses as well as side effects that have come with many hunts of powerful magi. He is very courteous with women and a very careful speaker. At a time, he traveled with a group of soldiers, but Quintus' calm and collected demeanor frustrated the usually over-zealous soldiers, and he has been solo ever since. Quintus seems to always be thinking of his options, and rarely speaks without purpose. He is known widely as a very good man, as well as an impressive intellect. However, he has a propensity for drinking, and has been known to hold a grudge against anyone in the spell casting profession.
History: Quintus, after the separation with his squad of soldiers, became a professional bounty hunter. He worked all kinds of cases, from simple investigation, to demon hunting, to mage hunting. He has one major failure that troubles him, being a death of a nine year old girl that he could have saved. He made the wrong decision in a tense situation, and a clever trap placed by a rather sadistic necromancer, caused the child to be eaten alive. He had been tricked, and since then he has never quite been the same. He never forgave himself for the child's death. It didn't help that the child was his brother's daughter, and the necromancer, his brother. He later killed his brother, making him the last member of his family, both his parents dying to disease, and his sister killed and raped by a psychopath. It seemed that God intended to harden Quintus in the most brutal fashion. Quintus thus has a very bleak outlook on religion, as well as life and fate. Nonetheless, Quintus has always served as a force of righteousness, willingly. He takes pride in doing what he can to maintain some bit of order to a chaotic and corrupt world nation.
Weapons: A large white war hammer and a white mace. He fights two weapon style, using the war hammer as a shield as well as a weapon.
Magical Abilities: None. However, he has a very strong resistance to magical spells from the runic tattoos.
Special Abilities: His war hammer is much like a massive lightning rod for magic. He can consume incoming spells with the hammer, and either return them at the sender, or nullify them. However, it requires extensive concentration to return the spell. He has learned how to withstand the mental tests of magi, and seems to have a mental block for those wishing to control him or read his thoughts, likely from his tattoos and experience.

[Da Pwny]

*wait! i have one and its a HE O.O <insert mind-exploding sound>*

Name: Zales "Twitchy" Cappenstance
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 174 lbs.
Occupation: Wandering Mercenary, Part-Time Alchemist, General Jack-of-All-Trades

Appearance:
=body: lightly-tanned skin, thin complexion, ashen gray eyes, ghostly-pale white hair trimmed in a heap of layered spikes (the results of an experiment that went wrong when he was first flirting with alchemy)
=outfit: changes with whatever he is currently doing, though he's usually seen with a white-red dankey shirt, worn tan pants and darker boots, , and some sort of overcoat, which changes from time to time depending upon what potions or chemicals he's messing with (and has spilt upon himself) at the moment.

Abilities: adept at many things, though not particularly great at any one of them, except alchemy, which he is proficient at on the more physical side (ie- mixing the correct things together), though not so much with the “magic” side of it; fairly knowledgeable with tools and metal working, though not a miracle-worker; occasionally invents something interesting, though most items end with them blowing up in his face (quite literally, at times)

Attitude: Laid back and rather reclusive, Zales prefers to keep to himself, though he willingly throws his hand in with various lots, both good and bad. His insatiable appetite for learning anything and everything – even though he’s regularly piss-broke – has lead him to take many different jobs in his short life, and thus he sees every problem, even some bigger ones, as merely solutions that have not been found yet. His sense of right and wrong is clear, but not black and white, as is evident by his constantly varying levels of exploitation of every town he comes across.

A bit of a pretty boy, he is somewhat of a womanizer, though disrespecting the fairer sex is not in his list of tolerances. Does have a tendency to be jumpy when it comes to people pushing his buttons (hence the nickname), but he prefers quick solutions. An improvisionist at heart, he rarely plans for anything, and always expects things to go wrong. Makes an excellent pitchman/conman, as he sells what he makes and creates for profit, even if a few of the items are of lesser quality than they could be.

Background: Pretty boy he may be, but this dashing darling has a bite; Zales can be a nasty opponent, preferring cheap,-quick,-and-dirty to fancier, more so-called “proper” fighting styles. Having grown up with a single mother in a family of four, he tinkered often, learning as he created – and occasionally destroyed, as what happened to their house one morning – whatever came to his mind, a skill that served him well into adulthood. Even as a child, he had a calm, cool demeanor, often annoying the heck out of other kids in his village, even causing a few fights when they couldn’t take it anymore.

At the age of 15, he snuck out of the house and hitched a ride on a cart heading out of town with only a few silvers and a gold coin. Through the years, he learned how to fight, con, steal, smith, swoon, mix items and ingredients, mix drinks, repair, build, deconstruct, and so on, skills that would serve him through his life. Always seeking more, Zales has been called things worse than a “loose peg” before, but all in all few who know him can deny that it suits him to be a wanderer. He acquired his sword after winning a bet against a swordmaster from the Eastern lands; later, he created the sheath himself, making the wickedly sharp blade almost twice as long, in theory. Zales will also argue till he’s blue in the face that, even though alchemy is like “magic”, it is not “magic”.

Weapons: A single-edged Eastern longsword, its sheath specially sharpened and fashioned (and alchemically “enhanced”) to withstand as much impact as the blade itself; various chemicals, agents, suspensions, and so on for making items, weapons, and even summons that are eerily similar to mages and wizards (though he’s still learning on that one)

Magical Abilities: No actual magic abilities in the traditional sense, but uses alchemy (as stated above) to offset this, quite often deliberately throwing opponents and enemies for a loop to get a few extra precious seconds to mix something.
Special Abilities: None to really speak of <might change later if I think of something X-x>

[BeeBR00741]

Name: Valeraine (last name unknown)
Age: 24
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Hair Color: Onyx with a indigo undertone
Eye Color: They shift from lilac to indigo to grey, depending on her mood.

Appearance/Description: Valeraine is noted to look quite mystic and mysterious. Her outfit consists of a large black overcoat, the hood usually pulled up to hide her face. Customized tan trousers, with multiple pockets and a makeshift utility belt, for any weapon picked up. As well as a air of leather gloves, that she crafted herself. Her skin tone is a peachy colour and she has two magi symbols, one just below her left ear, and the other by her thumb on her right hand, she has yet to find out what they mean. Her personality is hard to describe, seeing as how human interaction is only done when needed, she is quite reserved and independent. Her guard is always up, and she rarely trusts anyone, her true colours have yet to show.

History: Though Valeraine cannot remember most of her childhood, she does know that she was abandon as a child and had to fend for herself in such rash conditions. Ever since the age of eleven, Val has been travelling from town to town, and the recent disappearance has set her off. The symbols on her body have bothered her for quite some time, but in the past, she has never been able to decipher their meaning, any book she has found remain useless.

Magical Abilities: The problem with Val is, is that because of having to fend for herself, she does not yet know of her magical ability, always thinks it's a coincidence she always gets away scott free, so until she has found out, they remain unknown.

Special Abilities: Valeraine has the undeniable ability to be able to sense precognitive notions, as well as sometimes gain an insight as to how someone feels towards what is said or done.