Raziel
06-08-07, 01:59 AM
Name: Raziel_Greyus
Age: 29
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 6'3"
Weight:220 lbs
Occupation:Navigator/Thief
*Personality: He shows confidence in everything he does to everyone around him, but second guesses himself secretly with every step he takes. With a quick and sharp tongue and the ability not to realize how frank he can be, he often loses friends as quick as he makes them. But due to a hard shell of apathy and a lot of rum he cares not of others but only for his one love: the Sea.
Appearance: Tall and slightly out of proportion (his body longer then his legs), he constantly wears a motley of clothes and jewelry that looks like he trew it all on in the dark. But on constant is his lucky orange bandana that is always tied slightly crooked on his forehead. Hair cut short and grey eyes sharp Raziel is corporal form of unpredictability.
History: Raised by his father Tycho and the rest of the crew of the Amon I'ris, Raziel was breed to be a sailor. But it was the first mate Roth whom he was pushed onto the must, and Roth taught him the proper way to read the stars and perdict the changes in the weather. But when Roth was annoyed it was Mak, the gyptian chef, who entertained Raziel with ways to pick pockets with one hand and distract your victims with the other. Raziel soaked up all the knowledge eagerly, but Roth only taught his this in order to shut him up and stop his simple prattle, and Mak just didn't know any better. Raziel impatient to show off his new knowledge went to annoy the ship mates. But everything he said was thrown back in his face as insults, so begin his curse of second guesses himself with everyaction that was taken. But one night at port after a heavy session of rum and women, Raziel woke to find the ship sailed with out him. Stranded on land with out a way to get word out to Amon I'ris and even worse, broke. Raziel stole, conned, and lend out his knowledge of the stars to make a living. 9 years have past since that day and Raziel no longer concerns himself with his Father or Amon I'ris but only yearns for the love of The Sea.
Skills: Raziel, besides his obvious skills in sailing and navigation, has learned the uses of deception. Often carrying knifes and seaxes (one sided knifes) up his sleeves to keep his hands for thier own nimble work of steal coin bags and/or jewelry right out from his victim's noses. Although not considered the best at fighting, in fact he tries to avoid it all together, he knows certain ways of distracting his emenies long enough to run away and hide.
Equipment: Knifes and Seaxes: Carried inside his sleeves in little compartments snitched in. 2 of each carried on his person at all times. Made of the best steel he could "find."
Spyglass: Tucked inbetween 2 of his shirts he wears (never wear anything important on the outside), it is always wrapped in velvet to protect it.
Hip Flask: Where esle on the hip and always filled with rum.
Age: 29
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 6'3"
Weight:220 lbs
Occupation:Navigator/Thief
*Personality: He shows confidence in everything he does to everyone around him, but second guesses himself secretly with every step he takes. With a quick and sharp tongue and the ability not to realize how frank he can be, he often loses friends as quick as he makes them. But due to a hard shell of apathy and a lot of rum he cares not of others but only for his one love: the Sea.
Appearance: Tall and slightly out of proportion (his body longer then his legs), he constantly wears a motley of clothes and jewelry that looks like he trew it all on in the dark. But on constant is his lucky orange bandana that is always tied slightly crooked on his forehead. Hair cut short and grey eyes sharp Raziel is corporal form of unpredictability.
History: Raised by his father Tycho and the rest of the crew of the Amon I'ris, Raziel was breed to be a sailor. But it was the first mate Roth whom he was pushed onto the must, and Roth taught him the proper way to read the stars and perdict the changes in the weather. But when Roth was annoyed it was Mak, the gyptian chef, who entertained Raziel with ways to pick pockets with one hand and distract your victims with the other. Raziel soaked up all the knowledge eagerly, but Roth only taught his this in order to shut him up and stop his simple prattle, and Mak just didn't know any better. Raziel impatient to show off his new knowledge went to annoy the ship mates. But everything he said was thrown back in his face as insults, so begin his curse of second guesses himself with everyaction that was taken. But one night at port after a heavy session of rum and women, Raziel woke to find the ship sailed with out him. Stranded on land with out a way to get word out to Amon I'ris and even worse, broke. Raziel stole, conned, and lend out his knowledge of the stars to make a living. 9 years have past since that day and Raziel no longer concerns himself with his Father or Amon I'ris but only yearns for the love of The Sea.
Skills: Raziel, besides his obvious skills in sailing and navigation, has learned the uses of deception. Often carrying knifes and seaxes (one sided knifes) up his sleeves to keep his hands for thier own nimble work of steal coin bags and/or jewelry right out from his victim's noses. Although not considered the best at fighting, in fact he tries to avoid it all together, he knows certain ways of distracting his emenies long enough to run away and hide.
Equipment: Knifes and Seaxes: Carried inside his sleeves in little compartments snitched in. 2 of each carried on his person at all times. Made of the best steel he could "find."
Spyglass: Tucked inbetween 2 of his shirts he wears (never wear anything important on the outside), it is always wrapped in velvet to protect it.
Hip Flask: Where esle on the hip and always filled with rum.