Sven
11-09-06, 03:41 PM
Name:Sven Van Baronmoore
Race:Human
Age:23
Occupation:Revolutionary
Height:6'0
Weight138 lbs.
Hair Color:White
Eye Color:Dark Purple
Appearance:Black Trenchcoat with a black hood. Black leather pants with black steel toe boots with metal buckles.Red undershirt.
Personality:Sarcastic,Very Strong Willed and Brave, Sven tends to take on a leadership like role. He is artistic and very charming. He is highly interested in sword play and loves a good battle.
Weapons/Items:Dual Steel Rapiers,5 steel throwing knives.
Skills:Swordsmanship- Sven is above average with his rapiers.
Speech-His words are inspiring and he uses them to his advantage. Sven thinks of himself as the "voice of the people" He is very good at giving speeches.
History:Sven watched as Una slept on the soft warm bed. The crackling fire lit and heated the small room. The moon above was full and looked close enough to reach out and grab. It was almost eight and it wouldnt be long before the guards would arive. Every night they went door to door checking for residents and making sure no one was out of thier homes. The chair Sven had been rocking in came to an abrupt halt as the sound of footsteps neared his front door. Sven rose from the rocking chair, crept over to the sleeping beauty and kissed her forehead gently. He made his way to the door and opened it softly. "Good evening gentlemen." Sven said as he made eye contact with each of the men. they were dressed in military blue uniforms and each were armed with freshly sharpened shortswords. "Move" one of the guards said as he shoved Sven aside and entered the home. There steel toe boots echoed throughout the living room. The men checked the rooms and were soon to see Una.
"Are you the only one here?" One of the men firmly asked. Sven paused for a second and gave the guard a small nod. One of the guards opened the door which housed Una. The guard quickly rushed out holding the frightened girl in his arms. "Who is she?!" The man shouted as he shook her violently. "You know you cannot house anyone who isn't a registered resident of the house. If we dont keep you people tracked and in line, who knows what hell would go on" Sven gazed into Una's beautiful hazel eyes, a small tear ran down her face. Sven became filled with anger. The goverment was too controlling. They treated the country of Avius as if they were animals. The guard withdrew his shortsword and held it against the soft neck of Svens girlfriend. Sven's heart dropped. He was shocked. He gazed at his steel rapiers which lay across his tabletop. "She is on the papers." Sven lied. "Get them now. You know what we do to people who disobey the law." Una knew nothing of the goverment and how it dictated the country in a crude and vile way. Sven had met her over seas during his last attempt to escape. He brought her back and tried to rescue a few close friends while all along trying keep her concealed from the law enforcement. He watched as the small blade gleamed across her neck. "Here. See, she is signed and legal. The guard shuffled over dragging the girl along. Sven grasped one of his newly polished rapiers. When the man neared he swung around and drove the cold steel blade into the gut of the ignorant guard. Una was let free from the mans grasp as he fell to the ground. Warm red blood soon flowed out of his lifeless body. The other guards soon were armed with thier shortswords and neared the killer. Sven grabbed his other rapier and prepared to fight. He stood between Una and the armed soldiers. It was three on one, the guards swung recklessly at the man trying to land a hit. Sven did anything he could to dodge or block the blades. One of the guards raised his blade and with both hands swung harshly down upon Sven. He raised his rapier and blocked the attack. With his other rapier he jabbed upwards towards the guards neck. His blade slid cleanly into the mans neck and blood began to usher out in a splattering fashion. The room was a wreck and the sound of Una crying along with the clashing of blades went on for a while longer. Soon Sven became weary and tired and began losing. He swung once more at the one of the remaining two guards. The man easily blocked the blade and kicked Sven with his steel toe boot. Sven released his blades and flew backwards into a small nightstand. The guards walked up to Sven and put thier blades towards Svens throat. "You made the wrong move boy." one of the guards said as he raised his blade high above the head of Sven. Before he lashed down upon the boy a loud siren echoed throughout the city streets. Soon guards were running the street. Innocent people ran for cover. There had been a breakout. Every once and a while a group of people would try to escape the city in refuge. Vlerise was the capital city of the country of Avius and here housed the most guards. Vlerise was the worst city to be in. The rules were brutally enforced here, and worst of all Diavelos Ravenvere, the dictator himself lived atop the city overlooking his disasters.
The guards quickly rushed out of the house. Only they took something very valuable to Sven. They took the one thing he cared for, Una. She cried and shouted in shock. Sven shouted and tried to get to her, but he was to weak to move. He lay, Staring at the ceiling. Something must be done. Someone must stand up for what they believe in. This world we live in is becoming hell on earth. I must save Una. This goverment will not last..
Race:Human
Age:23
Occupation:Revolutionary
Height:6'0
Weight138 lbs.
Hair Color:White
Eye Color:Dark Purple
Appearance:Black Trenchcoat with a black hood. Black leather pants with black steel toe boots with metal buckles.Red undershirt.
Personality:Sarcastic,Very Strong Willed and Brave, Sven tends to take on a leadership like role. He is artistic and very charming. He is highly interested in sword play and loves a good battle.
Weapons/Items:Dual Steel Rapiers,5 steel throwing knives.
Skills:Swordsmanship- Sven is above average with his rapiers.
Speech-His words are inspiring and he uses them to his advantage. Sven thinks of himself as the "voice of the people" He is very good at giving speeches.
History:Sven watched as Una slept on the soft warm bed. The crackling fire lit and heated the small room. The moon above was full and looked close enough to reach out and grab. It was almost eight and it wouldnt be long before the guards would arive. Every night they went door to door checking for residents and making sure no one was out of thier homes. The chair Sven had been rocking in came to an abrupt halt as the sound of footsteps neared his front door. Sven rose from the rocking chair, crept over to the sleeping beauty and kissed her forehead gently. He made his way to the door and opened it softly. "Good evening gentlemen." Sven said as he made eye contact with each of the men. they were dressed in military blue uniforms and each were armed with freshly sharpened shortswords. "Move" one of the guards said as he shoved Sven aside and entered the home. There steel toe boots echoed throughout the living room. The men checked the rooms and were soon to see Una.
"Are you the only one here?" One of the men firmly asked. Sven paused for a second and gave the guard a small nod. One of the guards opened the door which housed Una. The guard quickly rushed out holding the frightened girl in his arms. "Who is she?!" The man shouted as he shook her violently. "You know you cannot house anyone who isn't a registered resident of the house. If we dont keep you people tracked and in line, who knows what hell would go on" Sven gazed into Una's beautiful hazel eyes, a small tear ran down her face. Sven became filled with anger. The goverment was too controlling. They treated the country of Avius as if they were animals. The guard withdrew his shortsword and held it against the soft neck of Svens girlfriend. Sven's heart dropped. He was shocked. He gazed at his steel rapiers which lay across his tabletop. "She is on the papers." Sven lied. "Get them now. You know what we do to people who disobey the law." Una knew nothing of the goverment and how it dictated the country in a crude and vile way. Sven had met her over seas during his last attempt to escape. He brought her back and tried to rescue a few close friends while all along trying keep her concealed from the law enforcement. He watched as the small blade gleamed across her neck. "Here. See, she is signed and legal. The guard shuffled over dragging the girl along. Sven grasped one of his newly polished rapiers. When the man neared he swung around and drove the cold steel blade into the gut of the ignorant guard. Una was let free from the mans grasp as he fell to the ground. Warm red blood soon flowed out of his lifeless body. The other guards soon were armed with thier shortswords and neared the killer. Sven grabbed his other rapier and prepared to fight. He stood between Una and the armed soldiers. It was three on one, the guards swung recklessly at the man trying to land a hit. Sven did anything he could to dodge or block the blades. One of the guards raised his blade and with both hands swung harshly down upon Sven. He raised his rapier and blocked the attack. With his other rapier he jabbed upwards towards the guards neck. His blade slid cleanly into the mans neck and blood began to usher out in a splattering fashion. The room was a wreck and the sound of Una crying along with the clashing of blades went on for a while longer. Soon Sven became weary and tired and began losing. He swung once more at the one of the remaining two guards. The man easily blocked the blade and kicked Sven with his steel toe boot. Sven released his blades and flew backwards into a small nightstand. The guards walked up to Sven and put thier blades towards Svens throat. "You made the wrong move boy." one of the guards said as he raised his blade high above the head of Sven. Before he lashed down upon the boy a loud siren echoed throughout the city streets. Soon guards were running the street. Innocent people ran for cover. There had been a breakout. Every once and a while a group of people would try to escape the city in refuge. Vlerise was the capital city of the country of Avius and here housed the most guards. Vlerise was the worst city to be in. The rules were brutally enforced here, and worst of all Diavelos Ravenvere, the dictator himself lived atop the city overlooking his disasters.
The guards quickly rushed out of the house. Only they took something very valuable to Sven. They took the one thing he cared for, Una. She cried and shouted in shock. Sven shouted and tried to get to her, but he was to weak to move. He lay, Staring at the ceiling. Something must be done. Someone must stand up for what they believe in. This world we live in is becoming hell on earth. I must save Una. This goverment will not last..