Nirov
09-27-07, 01:36 AM
Name: Nirov Okan
Race: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Hair: Long and Black
Eyes: A Wonderfully Deep Blue
Appearance: The clean cut man; with waves of unkempt midnight hair, stands a proud and mysterious figure. Powerful eyes seem to leap from his stark, pale face; seemingly aware of what's around him. He is a lean and tall man brimming with muscle beneath his clothes; his almost predatory stance seems befitting more of a jungle cat.
History: Little is known about Nirov's early life. Many assume he came from some small town in Salvar. When pressed, he simply calls himself a self-educated and motivated man with just enough opportunity to keep him moving in the world, often indulging people with a few minutes of a sob story none really believe. The son of a merchant who quickly drank himself to death, and a mother who followed the same path nearly to the end, he grew up hard, learning most of his lessons on paved street ways and sullied alleys.
Money, a deep concern, seems to find him in the way of more illicit jobs. (Which he is always open to.)
Abilities:
Strength: Stronger than the average human. (1.5)
Speed: Faster in both running and reflexes. (1.5)
Hard to kill: This is where people have their doubts to Nirov's humanity. Simple stabs, slashes, and blunt wounds will not kill him. The pain can cripple, but only decapitation or immolation will end his life. Most credit his dense body.
Healing: Nirov heals wounds at a much fast rate than a normal human. Through sleep, most shallow cuts can vanish in a day or two. Deeper wounds or sprains might take four of inactivity, and the harshest of wounds could take near a month.
Items:
-Clothes, a few sets of outfits. One rather heavy long coat. Made of wool, it's why many assume he's from Salvar.
-A cigarette box with a few pre-rolled cigarettes, and some spare tobacco and papers.
EDIT: I'd like to ask an admin if they could correct my dyslexia and fix the mistake in my username. Change the Noriv to Nirov.
Race: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Hair: Long and Black
Eyes: A Wonderfully Deep Blue
Appearance: The clean cut man; with waves of unkempt midnight hair, stands a proud and mysterious figure. Powerful eyes seem to leap from his stark, pale face; seemingly aware of what's around him. He is a lean and tall man brimming with muscle beneath his clothes; his almost predatory stance seems befitting more of a jungle cat.
History: Little is known about Nirov's early life. Many assume he came from some small town in Salvar. When pressed, he simply calls himself a self-educated and motivated man with just enough opportunity to keep him moving in the world, often indulging people with a few minutes of a sob story none really believe. The son of a merchant who quickly drank himself to death, and a mother who followed the same path nearly to the end, he grew up hard, learning most of his lessons on paved street ways and sullied alleys.
Money, a deep concern, seems to find him in the way of more illicit jobs. (Which he is always open to.)
Abilities:
Strength: Stronger than the average human. (1.5)
Speed: Faster in both running and reflexes. (1.5)
Hard to kill: This is where people have their doubts to Nirov's humanity. Simple stabs, slashes, and blunt wounds will not kill him. The pain can cripple, but only decapitation or immolation will end his life. Most credit his dense body.
Healing: Nirov heals wounds at a much fast rate than a normal human. Through sleep, most shallow cuts can vanish in a day or two. Deeper wounds or sprains might take four of inactivity, and the harshest of wounds could take near a month.
Items:
-Clothes, a few sets of outfits. One rather heavy long coat. Made of wool, it's why many assume he's from Salvar.
-A cigarette box with a few pre-rolled cigarettes, and some spare tobacco and papers.
EDIT: I'd like to ask an admin if they could correct my dyslexia and fix the mistake in my username. Change the Noriv to Nirov.