Name:Valentia de Magisteria Cartamuanda
age: actual-247. Appearance-23
Race:Werewolf
gender:Male
sexuality: Straight
Appearence:A 6foot 2 inch beast of a man. He has jet black hair. He has burgundy red eyes, and he has a muscular build. He usually wears a white T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. He has a scar running from his left collarbone all the way down to his right hip.
Personality:Valen is a cold, calculating, cynical asshole. He will do anything to get his mark. When others try to talk and converse with him, he basicaly shuts them out. He doesn't really care for others, They're just there to him. There are a select few he could bear to finish a conversation with. He leaves when things get to dramatic.
Allignment:Good, I surmise
History:
Valen was born as a bastard in Italy, he never knew his father. His mother cared for him as best she could, but as soon as he turned 18, he joined in the republic of Florencia's military. He fought for the small village of Florencia. By the time he was 23, he was a high ranking official in the republic's army, but that was when he was attacked. during a campaign march to monterrigioni, Valen scouted ahead and was mauled by what he though was a wolf. He somehow fended off the beast.
One month later, he started feeling extremely agitated. He was in the mess tent when it happened. He fell to is knees, and started to twist in agony. He jumped to his feet, and went primal on his men. In the morning he awoke to find his men slaughtered. After That he could never return either way he had lost his entire regiment. So he traveled to Greece, then to England. From there he traveled to the new world for a new start.
Rp sample: Valen stood up after sleeping in a forest for the night. He looked around him, and saw a dead deer. He chuckled. "Midnight snack, eh?" he walked over, and disposed of the corpse. He then scouted for a trail after a while trekking through the forest, he happened upon one, and at that moment he came upon a grissly scene. Apparently, 2 robbers had fallen onto a few unsuspecting travellers, they had massacared them.
Valen then took on his wolf visage, and pounced on the fiorst assailant, he tore off his arm, and proceeded to beat him to death with it. The other one had his knife drawn, and was advancing on Valen. Valen charged the man, and was stabbed in the back before he could tear out the mans neck. He stood up, and walked over to the bodies of the travellers. Wen to each one of them slowly using his fingers to close their eyes, he'd say "Riposare in pace"
age: actual-247. Appearance-23
Race:Werewolf
gender:Male
sexuality: Straight
Appearence:A 6foot 2 inch beast of a man. He has jet black hair. He has burgundy red eyes, and he has a muscular build. He usually wears a white T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. He has a scar running from his left collarbone all the way down to his right hip.
Personality:Valen is a cold, calculating, cynical asshole. He will do anything to get his mark. When others try to talk and converse with him, he basicaly shuts them out. He doesn't really care for others, They're just there to him. There are a select few he could bear to finish a conversation with. He leaves when things get to dramatic.
Allignment:Good, I surmise
History:
Valen was born as a bastard in Italy, he never knew his father. His mother cared for him as best she could, but as soon as he turned 18, he joined in the republic of Florencia's military. He fought for the small village of Florencia. By the time he was 23, he was a high ranking official in the republic's army, but that was when he was attacked. during a campaign march to monterrigioni, Valen scouted ahead and was mauled by what he though was a wolf. He somehow fended off the beast.
One month later, he started feeling extremely agitated. He was in the mess tent when it happened. He fell to is knees, and started to twist in agony. He jumped to his feet, and went primal on his men. In the morning he awoke to find his men slaughtered. After That he could never return either way he had lost his entire regiment. So he traveled to Greece, then to England. From there he traveled to the new world for a new start.
Rp sample: Valen stood up after sleeping in a forest for the night. He looked around him, and saw a dead deer. He chuckled. "Midnight snack, eh?" he walked over, and disposed of the corpse. He then scouted for a trail after a while trekking through the forest, he happened upon one, and at that moment he came upon a grissly scene. Apparently, 2 robbers had fallen onto a few unsuspecting travellers, they had massacared them.
Valen then took on his wolf visage, and pounced on the fiorst assailant, he tore off his arm, and proceeded to beat him to death with it. The other one had his knife drawn, and was advancing on Valen. Valen charged the man, and was stabbed in the back before he could tear out the mans neck. He stood up, and walked over to the bodies of the travellers. Wen to each one of them slowly using his fingers to close their eyes, he'd say "Riposare in pace"
Last edited by Valentia M. Cartamuanda on Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:50 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Needed more on appearance.)
