Post by Antimatter on Oct 20, 2018 19:00:21 GMT -8
Horus Giovanni Rowland
Resolve level: 0
-Appearance
Age:24
Sex:Male
Physical Description: A fledgling of a man with a soul patch just under his lower lip, his hair of a moderate length and lightly touseled. It appears to be somewhat wavy in appearance. The hair is of a burgundy colouration, rather unassuming to those that can see. He had a rather angular face, sharp features accented by an almost hawk-like nose could be made out. Weary, shadowy eyes of a steely silver colouration could be seen, the shape of the eyes appearing to be reminiscent of an almond. A very slightly crooked Roman-shaped nose could be seen upon the face of the Bounty Hunter. A grotesque, poorly executed Glasgow smile was the most defining feature of the man's face, easy to make out who he is based upon that alone. Horus himself appears to be rather lanky and thinner than most around him, his skeletal structure rather prominent. Ectomorphic build.
Attire: A helmet with a single stake atop the scratched metal gleamed in a dull manner and a deep purple covering could be seen attached to the inner seam of the helmet just below the eyepiece. A tattered doublet with a tarnished and beaten scale tunic underneath are one of the first things one would see. What's more, one could make out an unremarkable cloth undershirt just beneath the shoddy garments. Heavy leather gloves and scuffed boots could be seen upon his extremities.
-Biography
Quirks:
POS; Deadly - After having taken the time to master his executions, Horus has grown to perfect the weapons he bears in his dirtied palms. {Almost lopped the head off that one...}
Natural Swing - Years of working with axes and other bladed tools has allowed this man to perfect his strike, landing more hits with his chosen weaponry than most would assume. {I'll hit my mark no matter how evasive the target may be, I swear it upon my mum's grave.}
NEG; Infirm - Illness takes ahold of him, leaving him weak and slow to heal from the wounds of battle. Countless days go by and recovery is only slight. {This damnable sickness is eating at my lungs, I must have relief!}
Weak Grip on Life - Years of being forced to endure the hardest of hardships and abise have left this man susceptible to the warm, comforting embrace of Death itself. {I fear I've not much longer upon this world. The shadow of the valley of death creeps ever closer, every day...}
Backstory Synopsis: A young man new to the world of otherworldly dominion and untold horrors, he knows not of what is in store for him after having been left with nothing but shoddy clothing and a disfiguring scar. The only thing that he could possibly attempt from there is to seek fortune through bloodletting. And thus, he began to seek out coin in return for the ends of those that he would be directed to.
Full Backstory:
Horus Giovanni Rowland, a name lost to those that had chosen to strike him down and leave nothing but dust, death, and decay for the wretch of a man. But this was not his beginning... The story of Rowland goes back to the lands of Scotland, the very birth of him leaving him scarred and cursed for all of eternity. Horus' life had begun within the lands of Scotland, living the life of nothing but a farmhand for an abusive, envious man that was his father. Countless bruises and contusions coated him ever since he had come of working age, leaving him frightened and angry for the things that came of him.
Horus had then began plotting an escape, taking the more prized and carefully hidden possessions his father had decided to keep away from his son and any other watchful eye in the farmhouse. After coming of age, which is to say 19, he eluded his sentry-like assaulter and made off with a minor but profitable haul of valuables taken from places now no longer in memory. From there, he was introduced to the criminal underground, networked by highly elusive,
nigh-impenetrable hideouts filled with the worst of the worst. There, Horus was able to obtain only the basics for his line of work, but he made great use of the armaments at his newly founded disposal. Upon reaching the age of 23, he had finally found the life he had so desperately clawed his way toward.
But this life for him was short-lived, all when another bounty hunter came to claim his life. The attempt had failed, and the adversary was felled, but at the cost of Horus' own flesh and blood. A permanent scar is etched into his face, and all that could see it would be horrified and disgusted by the terrible visage he procured. All but one had recoiled from Horus, and after being left with nothing but his hunting gear, Horus took up the only offer he couldn't refuse. A year later, the stage coach arrived for Horus to mount, and at last, he would find wealth once again in the horrendous, eldritch recesses of the Darkest Dungeon...
Misc. Notes: His speech can be rather identifiable from the gravelly, deep tone of his voice. It is almost sickly, guttural and scratchy to those that would listen. Another feature of the man is a scar stretching from ear to ear, a maniacal grin permanently etched into his face after having come under the cruel hands of unrightful justice.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Tarnished bearded axe, completed with a single metal spike just upon the other side.
Armor: Scratched Gjermundbu helmet with a single spike & purple veil bolted all around the inner edge of the helmet.
Leather tunic with a scale mail undershirt, the sleeves sitting to the center of the forearm. Heavy leather riding gloves going up to the elbow held the scale mail shirt down, the leather cracked and worn.
A patchwork job made to resemble lamellar trousers could be made out, the primary material being of leather. Fluted metal poleyns were attached where the knees would sit, and greatly scuffed leather riding boots covered his feet.
Other gear: None.
Strengths: Where Horus cannot excel in outlasting the enemy or ending more than one all at once, he trades this for his precise and powerful blows given to a singular target. If given the opportunity, Horus will make his mark, swiftly close in, and dispatch the enemy with extreme prejudice. The Bounty Hunter is rather quick to come up with a plan of action and is fast to act and react in a given situation.
Weaknesses: A racking cough and constant body aches are sure signs thst Horus is not one made for lasting through several attacks made by the opposition. There is little hope for survival in the Darkest Dungeon when the infirm venture into the hateful, oppressive aura of the Hamlet. When Horus is struck, he is often sent reeling, stumbling to regain his composure with great difficulty.
Resolve level: 0
-Appearance
Age:24
Sex:Male
Physical Description: A fledgling of a man with a soul patch just under his lower lip, his hair of a moderate length and lightly touseled. It appears to be somewhat wavy in appearance. The hair is of a burgundy colouration, rather unassuming to those that can see. He had a rather angular face, sharp features accented by an almost hawk-like nose could be made out. Weary, shadowy eyes of a steely silver colouration could be seen, the shape of the eyes appearing to be reminiscent of an almond. A very slightly crooked Roman-shaped nose could be seen upon the face of the Bounty Hunter. A grotesque, poorly executed Glasgow smile was the most defining feature of the man's face, easy to make out who he is based upon that alone. Horus himself appears to be rather lanky and thinner than most around him, his skeletal structure rather prominent. Ectomorphic build.
Attire: A helmet with a single stake atop the scratched metal gleamed in a dull manner and a deep purple covering could be seen attached to the inner seam of the helmet just below the eyepiece. A tattered doublet with a tarnished and beaten scale tunic underneath are one of the first things one would see. What's more, one could make out an unremarkable cloth undershirt just beneath the shoddy garments. Heavy leather gloves and scuffed boots could be seen upon his extremities.
-Biography
Quirks:
POS; Deadly - After having taken the time to master his executions, Horus has grown to perfect the weapons he bears in his dirtied palms. {Almost lopped the head off that one...}
Natural Swing - Years of working with axes and other bladed tools has allowed this man to perfect his strike, landing more hits with his chosen weaponry than most would assume. {I'll hit my mark no matter how evasive the target may be, I swear it upon my mum's grave.}
NEG; Infirm - Illness takes ahold of him, leaving him weak and slow to heal from the wounds of battle. Countless days go by and recovery is only slight. {This damnable sickness is eating at my lungs, I must have relief!}
Weak Grip on Life - Years of being forced to endure the hardest of hardships and abise have left this man susceptible to the warm, comforting embrace of Death itself. {I fear I've not much longer upon this world. The shadow of the valley of death creeps ever closer, every day...}
Backstory Synopsis: A young man new to the world of otherworldly dominion and untold horrors, he knows not of what is in store for him after having been left with nothing but shoddy clothing and a disfiguring scar. The only thing that he could possibly attempt from there is to seek fortune through bloodletting. And thus, he began to seek out coin in return for the ends of those that he would be directed to.
Full Backstory:
Horus Giovanni Rowland, a name lost to those that had chosen to strike him down and leave nothing but dust, death, and decay for the wretch of a man. But this was not his beginning... The story of Rowland goes back to the lands of Scotland, the very birth of him leaving him scarred and cursed for all of eternity. Horus' life had begun within the lands of Scotland, living the life of nothing but a farmhand for an abusive, envious man that was his father. Countless bruises and contusions coated him ever since he had come of working age, leaving him frightened and angry for the things that came of him.
Horus had then began plotting an escape, taking the more prized and carefully hidden possessions his father had decided to keep away from his son and any other watchful eye in the farmhouse. After coming of age, which is to say 19, he eluded his sentry-like assaulter and made off with a minor but profitable haul of valuables taken from places now no longer in memory. From there, he was introduced to the criminal underground, networked by highly elusive,
nigh-impenetrable hideouts filled with the worst of the worst. There, Horus was able to obtain only the basics for his line of work, but he made great use of the armaments at his newly founded disposal. Upon reaching the age of 23, he had finally found the life he had so desperately clawed his way toward.
But this life for him was short-lived, all when another bounty hunter came to claim his life. The attempt had failed, and the adversary was felled, but at the cost of Horus' own flesh and blood. A permanent scar is etched into his face, and all that could see it would be horrified and disgusted by the terrible visage he procured. All but one had recoiled from Horus, and after being left with nothing but his hunting gear, Horus took up the only offer he couldn't refuse. A year later, the stage coach arrived for Horus to mount, and at last, he would find wealth once again in the horrendous, eldritch recesses of the Darkest Dungeon...
Misc. Notes: His speech can be rather identifiable from the gravelly, deep tone of his voice. It is almost sickly, guttural and scratchy to those that would listen. Another feature of the man is a scar stretching from ear to ear, a maniacal grin permanently etched into his face after having come under the cruel hands of unrightful justice.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Tarnished bearded axe, completed with a single metal spike just upon the other side.
Armor: Scratched Gjermundbu helmet with a single spike & purple veil bolted all around the inner edge of the helmet.
Leather tunic with a scale mail undershirt, the sleeves sitting to the center of the forearm. Heavy leather riding gloves going up to the elbow held the scale mail shirt down, the leather cracked and worn.
A patchwork job made to resemble lamellar trousers could be made out, the primary material being of leather. Fluted metal poleyns were attached where the knees would sit, and greatly scuffed leather riding boots covered his feet.
Other gear: None.
Strengths: Where Horus cannot excel in outlasting the enemy or ending more than one all at once, he trades this for his precise and powerful blows given to a singular target. If given the opportunity, Horus will make his mark, swiftly close in, and dispatch the enemy with extreme prejudice. The Bounty Hunter is rather quick to come up with a plan of action and is fast to act and react in a given situation.
Weaknesses: A racking cough and constant body aches are sure signs thst Horus is not one made for lasting through several attacks made by the opposition. There is little hope for survival in the Darkest Dungeon when the infirm venture into the hateful, oppressive aura of the Hamlet. When Horus is struck, he is often sent reeling, stumbling to regain his composure with great difficulty.
