Post by Ike on May 18, 2007 21:30:59 GMT -5
Name: Isaac (Ike) Sharpclaw
Species: Arctic Fox
Age: 28 Hard Winters
Profession: Assassin for Hire
Appearance: Despite his arctic origins, Isaac is black as night. His fur is the same inky black as a shadow in a cave on a moonless night. But that is not what inspires his troops to loyalty or terrifies his enemies. His most striking feature are his icy blues eyes, capable of filling with burning passion and enthusiasm to inspire his followers or unbridled rage to terrify his opponents. His body is pitted and scared from countless battles, proof of his merit. Despite his scarred apperance, he is none the worse for wear, due to his excellent agility, and is not physically hindered by injuries. He walks with a cool, determined confidence. When he wants he can disappear in plain sight and only the most skilled sentries could pick him out, usually too late...
Personality:
Calm and collected, Isaac is a level-headed thinker. You don't live as long as he has in his line of work if you are slow-witted or impatient. He has a natural air of authority, and because of that he tends to attract a small following in whatever army he is signed with. He is a unique leader in the sense that he takes the time to learn the names of his men, from the highest leutienant to the lowest cook and it pains him to lose one of his men. He is a careful strategist and an fearless leader in battle, often taking the initiative himself. He firmly believes in being right there on the front lines and never sending his troops somewhere he wouldn't go. This, however, puts him at odds with his superiors who think that he would be better spent in the command tent. Despite his leadership ability, he often works alone. His skill in battle is equal both with and without allies, though the strategy changes. Instead of charging headlong into battle, he is much more cautions and controlled when he's alone, choosing to pick off individual enemies instead of taking on squads himself.
Belongings:
Isaac travels light, as he often finds himself displaced, as one warlord falls to another and he is out of work. He carries a simple soldiers pack with the essentials (food, bedding, shelter, ect.). He dresses in travelers clothes, comfortable but unadorned, usually a short tunic, wide brimmed hat, and a long cloak with a hood. He carries his short sword and dagger in his belt and his bow, a powerful yet compact horn bow, in a special quiver on his back. He also has a large pouch filled with herbs on his belt. With them, he can make deadly poisons or soothing balms. He occasionally takes aromatic herbs out and smokes them with his grandfathers long stemmed pipe as a way of relaxing or meditating. His only other possession is his grappling hook. Despite it's obvious uses (i.e. throw at wall, climb wall) it is also a deadly surprise for anyone who tries to catch him unawares. It has been sharpened like a fishhook and he is deadlier with this than any of his other weapons.
History:
coming soon
Species: Arctic Fox
Age: 28 Hard Winters
Profession: Assassin for Hire
Appearance: Despite his arctic origins, Isaac is black as night. His fur is the same inky black as a shadow in a cave on a moonless night. But that is not what inspires his troops to loyalty or terrifies his enemies. His most striking feature are his icy blues eyes, capable of filling with burning passion and enthusiasm to inspire his followers or unbridled rage to terrify his opponents. His body is pitted and scared from countless battles, proof of his merit. Despite his scarred apperance, he is none the worse for wear, due to his excellent agility, and is not physically hindered by injuries. He walks with a cool, determined confidence. When he wants he can disappear in plain sight and only the most skilled sentries could pick him out, usually too late...
Personality:
Calm and collected, Isaac is a level-headed thinker. You don't live as long as he has in his line of work if you are slow-witted or impatient. He has a natural air of authority, and because of that he tends to attract a small following in whatever army he is signed with. He is a unique leader in the sense that he takes the time to learn the names of his men, from the highest leutienant to the lowest cook and it pains him to lose one of his men. He is a careful strategist and an fearless leader in battle, often taking the initiative himself. He firmly believes in being right there on the front lines and never sending his troops somewhere he wouldn't go. This, however, puts him at odds with his superiors who think that he would be better spent in the command tent. Despite his leadership ability, he often works alone. His skill in battle is equal both with and without allies, though the strategy changes. Instead of charging headlong into battle, he is much more cautions and controlled when he's alone, choosing to pick off individual enemies instead of taking on squads himself.
Belongings:
Isaac travels light, as he often finds himself displaced, as one warlord falls to another and he is out of work. He carries a simple soldiers pack with the essentials (food, bedding, shelter, ect.). He dresses in travelers clothes, comfortable but unadorned, usually a short tunic, wide brimmed hat, and a long cloak with a hood. He carries his short sword and dagger in his belt and his bow, a powerful yet compact horn bow, in a special quiver on his back. He also has a large pouch filled with herbs on his belt. With them, he can make deadly poisons or soothing balms. He occasionally takes aromatic herbs out and smokes them with his grandfathers long stemmed pipe as a way of relaxing or meditating. His only other possession is his grappling hook. Despite it's obvious uses (i.e. throw at wall, climb wall) it is also a deadly surprise for anyone who tries to catch him unawares. It has been sharpened like a fishhook and he is deadlier with this than any of his other weapons.
History:
coming soon