Post by spike on Apr 24, 2006 15:31:16 GMT -5
Age: 18 when he died 5 years ago
Weight: 142 lbs
Height: 5' 11"
Hair: bleach blond slicked back (see avatar)
Eyes: dark green
Physical Description:
gaspode.no-ip.info/upload/arkiv/ep15-Spike%2002.jpg [/img]
Weapons: his hands and feet as well as anything he can get his hands on, a pair of gloves with most of the fingers cut off and metal studs on the knuckles, and the Shiben a indestructable nodachi stained blood red from spilled blood that seems to be capable of appearing when he wants it, he is the only one that can use this blade it will turn on anyone else to tries to wield it
Race/Species: human who is seeking more power
Abilities: supernatural strength and speed, accelerated healing, some dark magic, if he is nearly killed but recovers he will be tougher then ever when he gets up again adapting to grow stronger
Likes: ladies, a good fight, drinking, fighting
Dislikes: sissys, cowards, self rightous jerks, people who wont leave him alone
Bio: Joe was born like any normal person. He grew up in a wealthy family and hung out with other wealthy kids. He was part of the little group but he never fit in. He prefered to write poetry or read instead of playing sports. Then one night at a party things changed. The whole gang of preps where having a bon fire at the beach and Joe was there working on a poem for the girl he had a cruch on. Then a group of thugs showed up and started to take everyones money. One of the thugs took Joes wallet and then just to be cruel threw his notebook into the fire. At that moment something in Joe snapped, he grabed a half empty beer bottle that was near by and smashed it into the thugs face. Of course the thugs buddies got involved while the rich kids ran. Joe didn't care though, outnumbered 12 to 1 and he was having fun. Lack of experience was made up for by years of repressed anger being released at once. In the end Joe won and the thugs left. Joe had never felt so alive. In this moment he achieved a sort of enlightenment but his soul became poluted by his fresh passion for violence He was out of breath and grabbed his chest, strangly his hand got wet, he looked down and saw he had been stabed. He fell to the ground and died moments later. He awoke in the after life and was told he was impure and could not enter heaven. He was pissed and went back to Equilibrium. Heaven wont take him so he may as well have fun. He learned a bit of magic to help him gain power quickly and now he is hungery for more.
Personality: He is very intellegent and sensitive but prefers to be a jerk. His last few minutes of life taught him the joys of a good fight and he has gone from geek to brawler. he fights for the sheer joy and adrenaline rush of combat. He seeks power because though he is very strong now there are many more powerful then him, and he doesn't want to be weak like he once was.
Job: power hungry bum, he works as a mercenary when he needs to
Weight: 142 lbs
Height: 5' 11"
Hair: bleach blond slicked back (see avatar)
Eyes: dark green
Physical Description:
gaspode.no-ip.info/upload/arkiv/ep15-Spike%2002.jpg [/img]
Weapons: his hands and feet as well as anything he can get his hands on, a pair of gloves with most of the fingers cut off and metal studs on the knuckles, and the Shiben a indestructable nodachi stained blood red from spilled blood that seems to be capable of appearing when he wants it, he is the only one that can use this blade it will turn on anyone else to tries to wield it
Race/Species: human who is seeking more power
Abilities: supernatural strength and speed, accelerated healing, some dark magic, if he is nearly killed but recovers he will be tougher then ever when he gets up again adapting to grow stronger
Likes: ladies, a good fight, drinking, fighting
Dislikes: sissys, cowards, self rightous jerks, people who wont leave him alone
Bio: Joe was born like any normal person. He grew up in a wealthy family and hung out with other wealthy kids. He was part of the little group but he never fit in. He prefered to write poetry or read instead of playing sports. Then one night at a party things changed. The whole gang of preps where having a bon fire at the beach and Joe was there working on a poem for the girl he had a cruch on. Then a group of thugs showed up and started to take everyones money. One of the thugs took Joes wallet and then just to be cruel threw his notebook into the fire. At that moment something in Joe snapped, he grabed a half empty beer bottle that was near by and smashed it into the thugs face. Of course the thugs buddies got involved while the rich kids ran. Joe didn't care though, outnumbered 12 to 1 and he was having fun. Lack of experience was made up for by years of repressed anger being released at once. In the end Joe won and the thugs left. Joe had never felt so alive. In this moment he achieved a sort of enlightenment but his soul became poluted by his fresh passion for violence He was out of breath and grabbed his chest, strangly his hand got wet, he looked down and saw he had been stabed. He fell to the ground and died moments later. He awoke in the after life and was told he was impure and could not enter heaven. He was pissed and went back to Equilibrium. Heaven wont take him so he may as well have fun. He learned a bit of magic to help him gain power quickly and now he is hungery for more.
Personality: He is very intellegent and sensitive but prefers to be a jerk. His last few minutes of life taught him the joys of a good fight and he has gone from geek to brawler. he fights for the sheer joy and adrenaline rush of combat. He seeks power because though he is very strong now there are many more powerful then him, and he doesn't want to be weak like he once was.
Job: power hungry bum, he works as a mercenary when he needs to