Post by relentless on Jun 21, 2017 14:35:08 GMT -8
Nick Duval
-Appearance
Age:
26
Weight:
150lb
Nationality:
English.
Accent:
A northern accent from the isles of the Queen, however trips and adventures around the world have resulted in his accent adopting a smoother approach to the northerner accent.
Height
5,7
Sex:
Male
Physical Description:
His physique is built on the athletic side of things, hence why his muscle mass is small, yet the definition of his muscles are toned, and well rounded from various activities both naughty and malicious. Eye color is a elusive emerald green. Rough faced, however, is made somewhat elegant and perhaps perceived to some as a noble depending on their stereotypical views on nobles. Jet black hair, slicked back and a finely trimmed facial hair along jawline. Despite the young mans appearance being rather commoner esque, he appears like a noble most of the time. With his rat-slicked hair, and devilish looks, along the proper attire that he utilises on a day to day basis; it's safe to say that Duval walks the walk and talks the talk. A thin nose, slender lips, sharp eyebrows and nicely shaped face have altogether complimented Duvals appearance, hence why he's such a looker. The mans arms are medium in length, same the the legs, his fingers small yet toes are long resembling that of Greek origin due to the shape of them. To put it simply the mans facial shape can be depicted of commoner birth, however how he's been grown up over time depicts a noblemens upbringing.
Attire:
Duvals attire consists of a fine, rich black wool fashioned from England. The wool itself is insulated, making it certyncomfortable to wear and warm. However despite its elegant appearance, it does serve another purpose. Due to tinkering, Duval has managed to interlace a carapace of flexible chain that interwoven between the thick black wool, and crimson silk. The chain links are clipped to the fabric, every single one, making it good against sword slashes, as well as being quiet thanks to the chain links being pinned. In fact, it could even serve to stop a bolt, or even take the force of a point blank pistol shot. Gloves are apparent on both of his hands, fingerless, and tight around his skin. They're made of a black leather, it's texture rough so there's a good amount of grit to keep a firm hold on his flintlock and dagger. His trousers are a black silk, with various layers of silk so it wasn't as floaty. Underneath his overcoat, Duval will typically wear a silk shirt, either matte black or dark red depending on what he feels like. Although its not exactly flamboyant, the design is nice and clear british origin. Occasionally, the man will sport a suit vest to accompany his silk shirt, but only on rare occasions. Finally, Duval brandishes a pair of noblemens boots, buckles acting as a way to keep them bound on his foot, whilst looking fashionable at the same time. The material was a softer leather,l for the interior whilst the exterior and sole were the same as the gloves.
-Biography
Quirks:
[Positive]
Unerring [After a couple years in a gritty and bloody job, he’s managed to refine his aiming skills; able to hit vital points easier where others could not.]
Evasive [For his line of work before he came to the hamlet, it was usually best to duck under a swinging axe… or to get away from the guards. Either way, he’s still as agile as he’ll ever be.]
Silver Tongue [Be it general arrogance or absolute luck, this man seems to remain domiant in terms of charismatic play.]
Nymhomania [The high life always leaves a dirty mark, but one that can grant solace in the feeling of flesh.]
[Negative]
Winded [Gambling and heavy drinking aren’t a good combo. Especially when one of the fellas on the other end of the table, are twice your size and double your mass.]
Guilty conscience [Although the job provided plentiful gold which has been described as… innocent, little does the merchant know he is receiving blood money.]
Love Interest [Love, it can be addictive, perhaps dangerously]
Synopsis:
Nick Duval, in his previous life before he arrived to the hamlet worked for a politician, Sir Elbon of Cumbria. A well-renowned britsman, known to be a good public speaker, and considering the middle class more often than not. However the Politician operated in many illegal activities in order to gain an upper hand in the politcal game. So Duval, a common street rat at a young age, was kidnapped by this politician to originally work as his 'little ears', essentially a spy. As he grew, however, he was taught in the ways of hand to hand combat, and was trained to climb walls by various trainers that the politician employed for the little ears that survived long enough to have spots on their face. As the years went on, Duval became more and more experienced in the arts of traversing many different terrains, combat, charisma, and most of all: Assassination. However... Duval didn't necessarily want any of this. He was simply along for the ride, trying to get by. As he grew a moral conscious in his early twenties, he made several attempts to remove himself from the business, one time he attempted to escape altogether... which led to him being... 'punished' in a rather, mentally scarring way during one of his jobs where the politician had him sexually assaulted, vividly. Sadly, the punishments didn't stop there, one of the biggest punishments he had to do was to commit an act of terrorism within the kingdom of France, by planting specially designed bombs under a feast hall, where a rivalling politicians family seemed to have resided. The result was... as expected.
Full:
Misc. Notes:
-Walks casually, however tends to hold his collar when walking in a more posh manner.
-Tends to have a permanent smirk on his face.
-Flintlock is incredibly valuable to Duval.
-Duval used to utilise two flintlocks instead of one, however he was unable to obtain the other due to a hasty leave.
-In the midst of friends, or strangers, he'll usually act in a cocky, comical, and arrogant individual. However when it Duval is attempting to sway another individual, he tends to act more courteous, even if he has to fake emotions in order to get his way.
-Has a 'J' branded onto his left forearm, blackened and permanently seared into his skin.
-Has a fist sized circular scar in his right shoulder after being blasted at point blank range with a flintlock pistol.
-Skills &; Equipment
Weapons:
-A very well made flintlock, the barrel made out of silver, whilst the base material of the grip and underside being made out of a thick, finely sanded mahogany. Upon the silver, there were the intricate engravings of the politicians markings: Roses thorns, swirling around the barrel, and near the hole at the end, a few blossoming roses were carved around it.
-A moderately sized dagger, resembling that of a stiletto. The blade itself made out of spring steel, whilst the grip is tightly bound treated leather.
Armor:
-Black wool overcoat with chainlink layering inbetween the wool and crimson fabric.
Other gear:
-Brown bandolier that has at least eight pouches of gunpowder and iron flintlock balls.
Strengths:
Nimble [Moves quick and strikes fast]
Unrelenting [Very aggressive melee fighter, won't give the other any time to defend his/herself]
Accurate [Can place a ranged shot accurately]
Stealthy
Weaknesses:
Fragile
Overconfident
Busted lung
-Appearance
Age:
26
Weight:
150lb
Nationality:
English.
Accent:
A northern accent from the isles of the Queen, however trips and adventures around the world have resulted in his accent adopting a smoother approach to the northerner accent.
Height
5,7
Sex:
Male
Physical Description:
His physique is built on the athletic side of things, hence why his muscle mass is small, yet the definition of his muscles are toned, and well rounded from various activities both naughty and malicious. Eye color is a elusive emerald green. Rough faced, however, is made somewhat elegant and perhaps perceived to some as a noble depending on their stereotypical views on nobles. Jet black hair, slicked back and a finely trimmed facial hair along jawline. Despite the young mans appearance being rather commoner esque, he appears like a noble most of the time. With his rat-slicked hair, and devilish looks, along the proper attire that he utilises on a day to day basis; it's safe to say that Duval walks the walk and talks the talk. A thin nose, slender lips, sharp eyebrows and nicely shaped face have altogether complimented Duvals appearance, hence why he's such a looker. The mans arms are medium in length, same the the legs, his fingers small yet toes are long resembling that of Greek origin due to the shape of them. To put it simply the mans facial shape can be depicted of commoner birth, however how he's been grown up over time depicts a noblemens upbringing.
Attire:
Duvals attire consists of a fine, rich black wool fashioned from England. The wool itself is insulated, making it certyncomfortable to wear and warm. However despite its elegant appearance, it does serve another purpose. Due to tinkering, Duval has managed to interlace a carapace of flexible chain that interwoven between the thick black wool, and crimson silk. The chain links are clipped to the fabric, every single one, making it good against sword slashes, as well as being quiet thanks to the chain links being pinned. In fact, it could even serve to stop a bolt, or even take the force of a point blank pistol shot. Gloves are apparent on both of his hands, fingerless, and tight around his skin. They're made of a black leather, it's texture rough so there's a good amount of grit to keep a firm hold on his flintlock and dagger. His trousers are a black silk, with various layers of silk so it wasn't as floaty. Underneath his overcoat, Duval will typically wear a silk shirt, either matte black or dark red depending on what he feels like. Although its not exactly flamboyant, the design is nice and clear british origin. Occasionally, the man will sport a suit vest to accompany his silk shirt, but only on rare occasions. Finally, Duval brandishes a pair of noblemens boots, buckles acting as a way to keep them bound on his foot, whilst looking fashionable at the same time. The material was a softer leather,l for the interior whilst the exterior and sole were the same as the gloves.
-Biography
Quirks:
[Positive]
Unerring [After a couple years in a gritty and bloody job, he’s managed to refine his aiming skills; able to hit vital points easier where others could not.]
Evasive [For his line of work before he came to the hamlet, it was usually best to duck under a swinging axe… or to get away from the guards. Either way, he’s still as agile as he’ll ever be.]
Silver Tongue [Be it general arrogance or absolute luck, this man seems to remain domiant in terms of charismatic play.]
Nymhomania [The high life always leaves a dirty mark, but one that can grant solace in the feeling of flesh.]
[Negative]
Winded [Gambling and heavy drinking aren’t a good combo. Especially when one of the fellas on the other end of the table, are twice your size and double your mass.]
Guilty conscience [Although the job provided plentiful gold which has been described as… innocent, little does the merchant know he is receiving blood money.]
Love Interest [Love, it can be addictive, perhaps dangerously]
Synopsis:
Nick Duval, in his previous life before he arrived to the hamlet worked for a politician, Sir Elbon of Cumbria. A well-renowned britsman, known to be a good public speaker, and considering the middle class more often than not. However the Politician operated in many illegal activities in order to gain an upper hand in the politcal game. So Duval, a common street rat at a young age, was kidnapped by this politician to originally work as his 'little ears', essentially a spy. As he grew, however, he was taught in the ways of hand to hand combat, and was trained to climb walls by various trainers that the politician employed for the little ears that survived long enough to have spots on their face. As the years went on, Duval became more and more experienced in the arts of traversing many different terrains, combat, charisma, and most of all: Assassination. However... Duval didn't necessarily want any of this. He was simply along for the ride, trying to get by. As he grew a moral conscious in his early twenties, he made several attempts to remove himself from the business, one time he attempted to escape altogether... which led to him being... 'punished' in a rather, mentally scarring way during one of his jobs where the politician had him sexually assaulted, vividly. Sadly, the punishments didn't stop there, one of the biggest punishments he had to do was to commit an act of terrorism within the kingdom of France, by planting specially designed bombs under a feast hall, where a rivalling politicians family seemed to have resided. The result was... as expected.
Full:
Reeling, gasping... taken over the edge into a life of debauchery, foolishness...
..And tragedy.
A man of notable, and broad talent. Stretching far, ludicrously even, for a man of his position. Peasant, from head to toe he stands all but a commoner. Yet unbound, he flexes such overconfidence to the world, as if it were his only weapon. Though, for the story he tells, from the twitch of his eye to the itch in his fingers, he bares a heavenly gift... and a damnable burden.
An ego, to rival that a dictator of a third world country.
It's hard to even begin, how foolish, how ignorant one man can actually be. From the way he walks, and from the way he talks, it seems to this young man that he 'owns everything.'
Though... the words of malicious, and devious intent whispered in a benefactors ear.
"Take him. He will be more use to us... alive, and breathing... than rotting in the mud."
That was Nick's Father.
A deteriorating, hopeless drunkard, who only saw profit in that moment of sober thought. Betrayed, and sold like a slave, Duval was forced to leave his family... whilst the whore mother, and alcoholic father twiddled a piece of gold between their fingers, chortling with greed as their son was taken away.
..And tragedy.
A man of notable, and broad talent. Stretching far, ludicrously even, for a man of his position. Peasant, from head to toe he stands all but a commoner. Yet unbound, he flexes such overconfidence to the world, as if it were his only weapon. Though, for the story he tells, from the twitch of his eye to the itch in his fingers, he bares a heavenly gift... and a damnable burden.
An ego, to rival that a dictator of a third world country.
It's hard to even begin, how foolish, how ignorant one man can actually be. From the way he walks, and from the way he talks, it seems to this young man that he 'owns everything.'
Though... the words of malicious, and devious intent whispered in a benefactors ear.
"Take him. He will be more use to us... alive, and breathing... than rotting in the mud."
That was Nick's Father.
A deteriorating, hopeless drunkard, who only saw profit in that moment of sober thought. Betrayed, and sold like a slave, Duval was forced to leave his family... whilst the whore mother, and alcoholic father twiddled a piece of gold between their fingers, chortling with greed as their son was taken away.
Misc. Notes:
-Walks casually, however tends to hold his collar when walking in a more posh manner.
-Tends to have a permanent smirk on his face.
-Flintlock is incredibly valuable to Duval.
-Duval used to utilise two flintlocks instead of one, however he was unable to obtain the other due to a hasty leave.
-In the midst of friends, or strangers, he'll usually act in a cocky, comical, and arrogant individual. However when it Duval is attempting to sway another individual, he tends to act more courteous, even if he has to fake emotions in order to get his way.
-Has a 'J' branded onto his left forearm, blackened and permanently seared into his skin.
-Has a fist sized circular scar in his right shoulder after being blasted at point blank range with a flintlock pistol.
-Skills &; Equipment
Weapons:
-A very well made flintlock, the barrel made out of silver, whilst the base material of the grip and underside being made out of a thick, finely sanded mahogany. Upon the silver, there were the intricate engravings of the politicians markings: Roses thorns, swirling around the barrel, and near the hole at the end, a few blossoming roses were carved around it.
-A moderately sized dagger, resembling that of a stiletto. The blade itself made out of spring steel, whilst the grip is tightly bound treated leather.
Armor:
-Black wool overcoat with chainlink layering inbetween the wool and crimson fabric.
Other gear:
-Brown bandolier that has at least eight pouches of gunpowder and iron flintlock balls.
Strengths:
Nimble [Moves quick and strikes fast]
Unrelenting [Very aggressive melee fighter, won't give the other any time to defend his/herself]
Accurate [Can place a ranged shot accurately]
Stealthy
Weaknesses:
Fragile
Overconfident
Busted lung