Verick
06-25-06, 09:40 PM
Name: Verick
Race: Human
Age: 25
Eye Color: White
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: Mime
Personality: Verick is pretty quite, he is shy,not all on the outside. The inside is what matters. Verick is a lunatic inside. He is "The Silent Killer". He may be listening to you ramble on about your daily happenings, and in the inside he is plotting to kill you. He is very strange, he is an outsider and accepts it. He has split personalitys. One being the lunatic, the other the nice calm Verick everyone loves. (Think Me,Myself and Irene)
Appearance: Black/White striped mime outfit, Black Tophat.
Skills: Miming- As any mime, Verick can create invisible objects with his miming skill. He is no where near perfect at this skill for he is still in the novice stage. He can create small/medium size obejects. (trust me no powergaming will be done)
Telekensis-He can move and control small/medium objects with his mind. but only for a short period of time before the objects fall to the ground. Verick must be fully concentrated on the object and at the moment must be standing still.
Minor Illusions- Verick can create small objects that are visible. they can do nothing more but be a distraction. thats all (for now)
Weapons: Hands^^
History: "And I shall call him Verick." The hooded man said as he looked over at the figure strattled in chains in the corner of the dungeon. Nirrakal, also known as Hell. It was a barren wasteland in the heart of Salvar, no body ventured here, atleast nobody smart. Verick didn't know how he had gotten himself to this place. He didn't know who these people were experimenting on him. He didn't know who or what he was. He couldn't remember anything. He didn't know if he had a childhood, parents,life. All he could remember was he woke up, and he was in the hellhole, chained up staring at the doctor, his creator, the only person he had ever seen.
He could remember having a home,and friends, and a family. But was it all made up? He didn't know if all was real or just another vision he had conjured to make him feel real. He knew he had to find a way out of this place. He knew he had to explore and adventure. He had to find out what life was all about. He knew there was more than just sitting, chained up and being tested on.
"Alright, my little friend, I have a new liquid to inject in you." The hooded man said as he made his way to the lifeless body known as "Verick". The mime rose to his feet. He made a few swift hand gestures and twirled them around a few times. The hooded man leaned in to inject his newly created poison. and soon a streak of red blood began to form along the mans neck. Verick kicked the man's leg making him trip forward. The invisible object dug deeper into the man's neck until the hooded man had been fully decapitated. Ahh, that went well. Now where are those keys. Verick searched the man until a small peice of metal caught his eye. He quickly grabbed the keys and sheathed his newly made machete. Walking out of the dungeon and into the desolate nothing he knew as "home" he thought to himself.
A new world awaits...
Race: Human
Age: 25
Eye Color: White
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: Mime
Personality: Verick is pretty quite, he is shy,not all on the outside. The inside is what matters. Verick is a lunatic inside. He is "The Silent Killer". He may be listening to you ramble on about your daily happenings, and in the inside he is plotting to kill you. He is very strange, he is an outsider and accepts it. He has split personalitys. One being the lunatic, the other the nice calm Verick everyone loves. (Think Me,Myself and Irene)
Appearance: Black/White striped mime outfit, Black Tophat.
Skills: Miming- As any mime, Verick can create invisible objects with his miming skill. He is no where near perfect at this skill for he is still in the novice stage. He can create small/medium size obejects. (trust me no powergaming will be done)
Telekensis-He can move and control small/medium objects with his mind. but only for a short period of time before the objects fall to the ground. Verick must be fully concentrated on the object and at the moment must be standing still.
Minor Illusions- Verick can create small objects that are visible. they can do nothing more but be a distraction. thats all (for now)
Weapons: Hands^^
History: "And I shall call him Verick." The hooded man said as he looked over at the figure strattled in chains in the corner of the dungeon. Nirrakal, also known as Hell. It was a barren wasteland in the heart of Salvar, no body ventured here, atleast nobody smart. Verick didn't know how he had gotten himself to this place. He didn't know who these people were experimenting on him. He didn't know who or what he was. He couldn't remember anything. He didn't know if he had a childhood, parents,life. All he could remember was he woke up, and he was in the hellhole, chained up staring at the doctor, his creator, the only person he had ever seen.
He could remember having a home,and friends, and a family. But was it all made up? He didn't know if all was real or just another vision he had conjured to make him feel real. He knew he had to find a way out of this place. He knew he had to explore and adventure. He had to find out what life was all about. He knew there was more than just sitting, chained up and being tested on.
"Alright, my little friend, I have a new liquid to inject in you." The hooded man said as he made his way to the lifeless body known as "Verick". The mime rose to his feet. He made a few swift hand gestures and twirled them around a few times. The hooded man leaned in to inject his newly created poison. and soon a streak of red blood began to form along the mans neck. Verick kicked the man's leg making him trip forward. The invisible object dug deeper into the man's neck until the hooded man had been fully decapitated. Ahh, that went well. Now where are those keys. Verick searched the man until a small peice of metal caught his eye. He quickly grabbed the keys and sheathed his newly made machete. Walking out of the dungeon and into the desolate nothing he knew as "home" he thought to himself.
A new world awaits...