Post by Kidney on Jun 14, 2019 20:56:39 GMT -8
Flamel Anders
Resolve level: 0 (0/1)
-Appearance
Age: 24 (Birthday in late Spring, early Summer)
Sex: Male
Physical Description: A heavyset man of average height, the Frenchman is decently fit, sporting an occasional burn scar on his stomach and chest, and a few lingering slash-scars. Pale on the arms and legs, but tanned on the neck and face, Flamel sports a thin-lipped smile, framed by a salt-and-pepper beard and placed beneath a Roman nose and plain brown eyes. Above said brown eyes on a soft face is a wavy crop of thick, brown, sun-kissed hair.
(P.S.: Faceclaim! i.ytimg.com/vi/9IoNZF-WbcE/maxresdefault.jpg )
Sat beneath his right breast, blue in color, is a tattoo of an anchor, of which is smothered by a white ribbon, inscribed with a name: Luke.
Attire: Legs covered by chain leggings, Flamel is oddly dressed. Plain pants sit below said chain leggings, leather soles at the ends, Flamel choosing to not wear shoes over them. Moving upwards, Flamel wears a diamond-shaped piece of iron over his delicates, and an iron breastplate over a striped tunic boasting a blue and red alternating stripe pattern, each separated by a yellow stripe of a much thinner variety.
Hanging around his neck by a length of string sits an empty vial, with a small droplet or two at the bottom of a strange thick silvery liquid.
-Biography
Quirks: Man Slayer: "I'll beat anyone's ass for money."
Clutch Hitter: "WHOO! Fuck me. I got 'em."
Ruins Phobe: "By God, imagine what this place could have been."
Diurnal: "I c-can't see!"
Backstory: As a young lad, Flamel was fond of the sea. The son of a sea captain, Flamel spent his early years working as a seaman, learning how to sail at a young age as well as becoming First Mate at age seventeen. Though, as is with all things, Flamel's father passed into the next life, and he found himself unable to enjoy sailing any longer.
Gifting his father's vessel to his mother's family, Flamel said goodbye to all he knew, and found himself running alongside a small mercenary company known as the Sons of Gracie. Gifted a spear and shield, as well as a colored tunic, Flamel was soon forged into a Bullwark. Finding moderate success as hirees of a local merchant lord, Flamel's only real experience with bloodshed was fighting a rebellion among the group, which eventually led to its official disbanding.
Jobless, Flamel heads towards the Estate in search of coin.
Misc. Notes:
Voiceclaim: The lead singer in Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag's sea shanties. (With an added french accent)
Flamel experienced a myriad of tongues spoken in his time as a professional mercenary, and thus uses mannerisms and verbiage from all sorts of eastern European lands.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Landlubber: A simple long-headed spear made of oak and iron. Made of thick wood with thin metal on the backside and leather stretched over its front, the shield boasts a pattern on said front that matches the pattern on Flamel's tunic.
Pricky: A smallish dagger.
Armor: A teardrop-shaped shield, height covering Flamel's head down to his knee. Also, a breastplate with a bolded trapezoid near the throat meant to deflect deflected blows away from his face and neck. Chain Leggings.
Other gear: A storage pack holding a bedroll, cooking utensils, rations, and a smallish hempen rope.
Strengths: A strong man, Flamel is a gifted pugilist as well as a disciplined man-at-arms, as well as a proficient grappler. He knows how to sail, how to sew, how to fight and how to bargain.
Weaknesses: Flamel, in blunt words, is craven. Uncaring about the alignment of his employer, Flamel is greedy and money-driven, willing to give up friendships and companionship for the sake of funds. Additionally, within his own mind, Flamel is a bit of a sadist, holding back a capable murderer's instinct through hedonistic activity and fighting. Though, this abusive nature could rise to the surface, should Flamel be stressed to it.
Resolve level: 0 (0/1)
-Appearance
Age: 24 (Birthday in late Spring, early Summer)
Sex: Male
Physical Description: A heavyset man of average height, the Frenchman is decently fit, sporting an occasional burn scar on his stomach and chest, and a few lingering slash-scars. Pale on the arms and legs, but tanned on the neck and face, Flamel sports a thin-lipped smile, framed by a salt-and-pepper beard and placed beneath a Roman nose and plain brown eyes. Above said brown eyes on a soft face is a wavy crop of thick, brown, sun-kissed hair.
(P.S.: Faceclaim! i.ytimg.com/vi/9IoNZF-WbcE/maxresdefault.jpg )
Sat beneath his right breast, blue in color, is a tattoo of an anchor, of which is smothered by a white ribbon, inscribed with a name: Luke.
Attire: Legs covered by chain leggings, Flamel is oddly dressed. Plain pants sit below said chain leggings, leather soles at the ends, Flamel choosing to not wear shoes over them. Moving upwards, Flamel wears a diamond-shaped piece of iron over his delicates, and an iron breastplate over a striped tunic boasting a blue and red alternating stripe pattern, each separated by a yellow stripe of a much thinner variety.
Hanging around his neck by a length of string sits an empty vial, with a small droplet or two at the bottom of a strange thick silvery liquid.
-Biography
Quirks: Man Slayer: "I'll beat anyone's ass for money."
Clutch Hitter: "WHOO! Fuck me. I got 'em."
Ruins Phobe: "By God, imagine what this place could have been."
Diurnal: "I c-can't see!"
Backstory: As a young lad, Flamel was fond of the sea. The son of a sea captain, Flamel spent his early years working as a seaman, learning how to sail at a young age as well as becoming First Mate at age seventeen. Though, as is with all things, Flamel's father passed into the next life, and he found himself unable to enjoy sailing any longer.
Gifting his father's vessel to his mother's family, Flamel said goodbye to all he knew, and found himself running alongside a small mercenary company known as the Sons of Gracie. Gifted a spear and shield, as well as a colored tunic, Flamel was soon forged into a Bullwark. Finding moderate success as hirees of a local merchant lord, Flamel's only real experience with bloodshed was fighting a rebellion among the group, which eventually led to its official disbanding.
Jobless, Flamel heads towards the Estate in search of coin.
Misc. Notes:
Voiceclaim: The lead singer in Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag's sea shanties. (With an added french accent)
Flamel experienced a myriad of tongues spoken in his time as a professional mercenary, and thus uses mannerisms and verbiage from all sorts of eastern European lands.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Landlubber: A simple long-headed spear made of oak and iron. Made of thick wood with thin metal on the backside and leather stretched over its front, the shield boasts a pattern on said front that matches the pattern on Flamel's tunic.
Pricky: A smallish dagger.
Armor: A teardrop-shaped shield, height covering Flamel's head down to his knee. Also, a breastplate with a bolded trapezoid near the throat meant to deflect deflected blows away from his face and neck. Chain Leggings.
Other gear: A storage pack holding a bedroll, cooking utensils, rations, and a smallish hempen rope.
Strengths: A strong man, Flamel is a gifted pugilist as well as a disciplined man-at-arms, as well as a proficient grappler. He knows how to sail, how to sew, how to fight and how to bargain.
Weaknesses: Flamel, in blunt words, is craven. Uncaring about the alignment of his employer, Flamel is greedy and money-driven, willing to give up friendships and companionship for the sake of funds. Additionally, within his own mind, Flamel is a bit of a sadist, holding back a capable murderer's instinct through hedonistic activity and fighting. Though, this abusive nature could rise to the surface, should Flamel be stressed to it.
