Name: Mr.Prince (nickname; real one will be revealed at a point, later on)
Current Age: 19
Birthday: March 25
Birthplace: ( will also be revealed, i think)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Blood Type: B+
Gender: Male
Height: 1,73m
Weight: 75Kg
Preferred Weapon: Katana, three of them.
Occupation: Mercenary, specialized in assassinations & thievery
Special Skills: Two Special Attacks:
1. Whirlwind. He can spin like a top & create some sort of a small whirlwind. Ηe can either unleash it to destabilize his foes, or use it to slash at high speed.
2. Blade Cannon. By concentrating his power on one, two or all three of his swords, he can shoot high-speed energy blasts from the tip of his blades. The drawback is that it takes some seconds for him to catch his breath after the attack.
Personality/Appearance: Mr.Prince's appearance reflects his personality. He had steel-hard muscles all over his body from the endless hours of training & fighting & a few scars on his chest, legs & back. Furthermore, he has a tattoo on the back of his left shoulder, a cloudy full moon.
Clothing: He wears a rugged pair of black pants, which he has "altered" a bit when it got torn in a brawl, by adding a long red piece of cloth. In addition, he wears an old white shirt (a dirty one) with a skull mark & some blood stains, a pair of boots- one has a steel plate addition & a pair of black gloves.
Looks something like this: http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o...ince_compl.jpg
His personality is rough & unfriendly, with a grumpy look almost always on his face. He's a man of few words, who prefers fighting more than debating (i will try to have him talk in dialogues). That's because of his childhood, which taught him to think fast & strike before the opponent does.
However, he has a goos side in him, or what's left of it, hidden well under his hard shell & his bad manners. He still chases his childhood dream even though he's lost almost everything & he likes spending his free time in silence, stargazing & diving in his thoughts.
Social Background:
We used to be in the middle class back when his family was still alive, living in a not-so-big town 15 Km from the Kingdom's Capital City. At the age of 5 he lost both his parents, his only family & had to move to a low class orphanage and then his life started getting harder. Not long after that, he was accused of being responsible for the death of one of the orphanage cooks & was kicked out, forced to live in the streets.
That was the time when he started stealing food from the street market stands, to be able to live. Considering his small size, it wasn't easy for him to get caught. One day though, he stole an apple & while running to get away from the street market district, a small group of children cornered him & took him to their "boss" by force. He was taken to an old abandoned mansion where this gang had it's HQ, where he met with the gang's Leader. It was a 12 year-old boy, taller than the rest of the kids, who had a broadsword on his back.Then, they offered him to join their group, since he was an orphan that was living in the streets as well. By the age of 9, he had already mastered the "art" of thievery & had learned many secrets from older pickpockets. Some weeks before his eleventh birthday, their Boss left to find a Dojo & become a swordsman; at that point he started thinking about becoming one as well & not long after that, he managed to steal enough money, so that the rest of the kids wouldn't starve & so as to be able to become a disciple of a Katana Master who had a Dojo not far from their hideout.
Years later, the Katana Master allowed all of the children from his gang to become his disciples,giving them the opportunity to change their lives. On the eve of his 17th birthday, his Master gave him two swords as a gift & told him to leave the Dojo; he had nothing more to teach him, so he would have to travel the world now, to pursue his dream, find & master his own fighting style. But it was harder than he would ever expect; he didn't have a home to come back to at night & no one other than the Sky Pirates & the Royal Guard would hire a guy like him. As a result, he spent those years moving from place to place, hunting down pirates for their bounties, or sometimes helping them pull off their dirty work here & there. He would do anything, as long as there was enough money to pay for his food, his ale & for a bed to rest at night.. That made him a mercenary & a damn good one, with a gorilla's strength & rage. But, due to his way of life, he doesn't have much time to relax, so he sleeps & drinks whenever he gets the chance to, which is rather frustrating for those around him.
Because of that, most of the time he'd be at some tavern; the place where deals are made & broken, ale is served without asking an ID, wenches are cheap & some really useful rumors are heard from all around Sybilia.
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