Post by Meeva on Apr 4, 2007 18:17:00 GMT -5
Name: Iran
Age: 24
Year Added: Year 5, Age 24
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Personality: He's your average sinister guy. But there's something in those strange eyes that suggests otherwise. Or that smile that seems fixed upon his face, sometimes replaced by a smirk. Then there's his laugh, his hauntingly cruel, evil, hair-raising laugh. None of his friends are alive, save one, for they have all been happily slain, slain by him. They had smiled as they died, happy to see the great demon god they worship.
They were all as insane as him.
His mind is twisted, a warp-hole of thought meant not for good. Ones involving suicide explosives.
And ones involving something he was seeking, a rumor he had been bent upon finding.
He isn't one you want to speak to. For his never changes. He doesn't mind if you chop off a finger- instead he starts smiling and, while looking at you, licking the blood.
He doesn't have a home, and he's not going to hang around the Guild for long.
History: His mother and father taught him well, teaching him about who to kill, how to, and about the Great God.
They were killed at age 30. They died with poison marks all over. Iran was very happy for them, allowed to see the Great One at last.
He knows all their is to know, and by age 8, could kill any target. But he didn't. He, the great Iran, was on a mission.
To eliminate his ultimate enemy.
Weapon: A long rapier, stained with blood from his foes.
Fighting Style: Fight until the end.
Element: Earth
Age: 24
Year Added: Year 5, Age 24
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Personality: He's your average sinister guy. But there's something in those strange eyes that suggests otherwise. Or that smile that seems fixed upon his face, sometimes replaced by a smirk. Then there's his laugh, his hauntingly cruel, evil, hair-raising laugh. None of his friends are alive, save one, for they have all been happily slain, slain by him. They had smiled as they died, happy to see the great demon god they worship.
They were all as insane as him.
His mind is twisted, a warp-hole of thought meant not for good. Ones involving suicide explosives.
And ones involving something he was seeking, a rumor he had been bent upon finding.
He isn't one you want to speak to. For his never changes. He doesn't mind if you chop off a finger- instead he starts smiling and, while looking at you, licking the blood.
He doesn't have a home, and he's not going to hang around the Guild for long.
History: His mother and father taught him well, teaching him about who to kill, how to, and about the Great God.
They were killed at age 30. They died with poison marks all over. Iran was very happy for them, allowed to see the Great One at last.
He knows all their is to know, and by age 8, could kill any target. But he didn't. He, the great Iran, was on a mission.
To eliminate his ultimate enemy.
Weapon: A long rapier, stained with blood from his foes.
Fighting Style: Fight until the end.
Element: Earth