Bloodrose
10-29-07, 03:26 PM
Name: Teric Bloodrose
Age: 51
Race: Human
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Blue
Weight: 164 lbs
Height: 6'0"
Occupation: Fighter
Personality:
Teric has been described by most of his acquaintances as an amiable, good natured gentleman. Well educated and well mannered, he tends to come across more as an officer-for-hire than a sword-for-hire, and few would believe him to be a career fighter unless they were to view the multitude of scars he keeps hidden beneath his clothes. While friendly and approachable more often than not, Teric has a reputation for becoming downright cold on the battlefield. Insults, taunts, and general hooliganism are not his style, and Teric prefers to let his sword do the talking.
Enjoys: Literature, good ale, a good fight, and the company of a good woman.
Dislikes: Fighting women, retirement, and hot weather.
Physical Description:
While he could still to this day be described as handsome, Teric keeps most of the age lines and scars that have tempered his appearance over the years hidden beneath his silver hair and a short, thick beard. His blue eyes have been described as relatively non-descript, but seem to fit the old man's appearance. Dressed primarily in black, with a splash of crimson here and there, Teric conceals the vast majority of pale skin besides his face and hands beneath black trousers tucked into black boots, a crimson shirt and black vest beneath a steel breastplate, and a heavy black coat that is his pride and joy. Despite all that covering, however, Teric purposefully selects clothing well tailored to him to show off the exceptional physical conditioning he has maintained into his old age.
Skills:
After nearly thirty-two years of rigorous training, intense combat, and having faced nearly every trick, attack, spell, or illusion ever conceived by man, Teric Bloodrose is a veritable master of armed and unarmed combat. Unfortunately, though, forty-five years of wear, tear, injuries, and wounds take a hefty toll on the human body. Thus, while he still retains a fairly impressive knowledge of various fighting styles, weapons, and combat tactics, he is only able to perform but a mere handful of the feats he learned in his youth...
Current Fighting Style: Waterdancing LVL 0
Waterdancing is a fighting style heavily rooted in light-armed combat, and focuses primarily on speed, agility, and balance. As he has grown older, and the brute strength of his youth waned, Teric slowly began to develop this style of fighting as a replacement. While still unrefined, this style enables Teric to perform a catalogue of simple swordplay attacks and parries, and teaches the old fighter how to move in ways that give the appearance of grace and speed without actually heightening his abilities in these areas. By comparison you could equate Teric's fighting skill here to a moderate level of skill in other schools of fighting.
Slash: LVL 0
One of the few techniques Teric can still perform at his current level of fitness. "Slash" refers to both the method and result of the technique, with Teric whipping the blade of his weapon through the air at such a speed that it rends the air for several feet in an arc, following the trail of the blade. The effectiveness of this technique is directly tied to the range at which it is used, and the effectiveness drops exponentially the farther away Teric is from his target.
At a range of 0 - 3 feet this arc can damage persons or objects as if they had been struck by the blade of the weapon itself.
At a range of 3 - 7 feet the arc loses its cutting edge, but retains enough force to strike a target like a wooden club.
At a range of 7 - 15 feet the arc will begin to dissipate, and the target might feel a moderate-to-strong gust of wind blow past them.
After 15 feet the arc is completely dissipated.
Teric can use this ability 2 times per thread before the muscles in his arm can no longer sustain the force needed to perform this feat.
Flashbang: LVL 0
This is an old shock-and-awe tactic Teric picked up from a street magician turned street fighter in his youth. While normally performed using an explosive powder or similar medium, this particular magician had found a way to recreate the results using a low-level fire cantrip. It is essentially a fireball spell minus the fireball, and allows Teric to quickly conjure up a flash of bright light accompanied by a loud banging noise as the magics normally used to condense the fireball rapidly expand and escape Teric's palm.
Anyone looking directly at Teric at the time of casting is subject to the blinding and/or stunning influences of the flashbang.
[[Whether or not PC's are affected by the light or sound is entirely up to them. Can be cast within the time period of 1 post.]]
Teric can use this ability 1 time per thread, and needs to close his eyes when cast to prevent blinding himself.
Equipment:
Steel Breastplate: A simple, unadorned steel breastplate that has been polished to a nice shine. Leather straps with easy to manage buckles at the shoulders criss-cross over the wearer's back making it easy and comfortable to wear, and simple to don or remove in a hurry. This item bears no enchantments or enhancements of any kind.
Thorn: A steel sword-cane that comes apart when the wielder twists the head of the cane. The thin, rapier-like blade is approximately 3 1/2 feet long and is better suited for slashing attacks than it is for piercing. The handle is a steel and leather-bound grip fashioned at the pommel like a closed rosebud. The rest of the cane is a black lacquered length of oak with a rounded steel tip.
Boots: Iron-shod black leather boots with iron plates across the three buckles in front, protecting the shin up to the knee. The boots are specifically designed for Teric to hug his feet, ankles, shins, and calf muscles like a second skin. This helps support his lower leg, and prevents him from spraining or twisting his ankles.
Clothing: A deliberate selection of black and crimson clothing that almost completely conceal the decades of aging scar tissue that mar his skin. Black trousers, a crimson linen shirt with black vest, a heavy black leather belt, underclothes, and the signature piece of his wardrobe: a heavy black coat tailored to his chest and arms that descends to just above his knees. The hem of the coat and its high collar is lined with black ermine fur with silver buttons, and there is a blood red rose embroidered over the heart.
History:
To sum up Teric Bloodrose's life would take many pages, and yet most of those pages would be the empty accounts of long forgotten battles, raids, and small time wars. Like most career fighters, Teric has had little time for a home life, for a family, or for any of the other things that give a man purpose in his life. Instead he has spent the vast majority of his non-descript life fighting other people's struggles, and fritting away the money earned with his sword. It's the lifestyle of choice for those with a live fast and die young mentality, but when you don't follow through on the die young part of that equation, or are as good at what you do to do so, a man finds himself burnt out and tired.
At the age when most other men consider themselves lucky to be alive, and eagerly anticipating easy days ahead, Teric has found himself at a crossroads, of sorts. Mercenary work no longer holds the appeal for him that it once did, and Teric is left wondering about his legacy. How will people remember him, if they remember him at all? Who is there to pass down his legacy when he has no family of his own?
It is a midlife crisis of sorts, coming at the tail end of a long career spent ensuring that another man's enemies don't live long enough to suffer a midlife crisis...
Age: 51
Race: Human
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Blue
Weight: 164 lbs
Height: 6'0"
Occupation: Fighter
Personality:
Teric has been described by most of his acquaintances as an amiable, good natured gentleman. Well educated and well mannered, he tends to come across more as an officer-for-hire than a sword-for-hire, and few would believe him to be a career fighter unless they were to view the multitude of scars he keeps hidden beneath his clothes. While friendly and approachable more often than not, Teric has a reputation for becoming downright cold on the battlefield. Insults, taunts, and general hooliganism are not his style, and Teric prefers to let his sword do the talking.
Enjoys: Literature, good ale, a good fight, and the company of a good woman.
Dislikes: Fighting women, retirement, and hot weather.
Physical Description:
While he could still to this day be described as handsome, Teric keeps most of the age lines and scars that have tempered his appearance over the years hidden beneath his silver hair and a short, thick beard. His blue eyes have been described as relatively non-descript, but seem to fit the old man's appearance. Dressed primarily in black, with a splash of crimson here and there, Teric conceals the vast majority of pale skin besides his face and hands beneath black trousers tucked into black boots, a crimson shirt and black vest beneath a steel breastplate, and a heavy black coat that is his pride and joy. Despite all that covering, however, Teric purposefully selects clothing well tailored to him to show off the exceptional physical conditioning he has maintained into his old age.
Skills:
After nearly thirty-two years of rigorous training, intense combat, and having faced nearly every trick, attack, spell, or illusion ever conceived by man, Teric Bloodrose is a veritable master of armed and unarmed combat. Unfortunately, though, forty-five years of wear, tear, injuries, and wounds take a hefty toll on the human body. Thus, while he still retains a fairly impressive knowledge of various fighting styles, weapons, and combat tactics, he is only able to perform but a mere handful of the feats he learned in his youth...
Current Fighting Style: Waterdancing LVL 0
Waterdancing is a fighting style heavily rooted in light-armed combat, and focuses primarily on speed, agility, and balance. As he has grown older, and the brute strength of his youth waned, Teric slowly began to develop this style of fighting as a replacement. While still unrefined, this style enables Teric to perform a catalogue of simple swordplay attacks and parries, and teaches the old fighter how to move in ways that give the appearance of grace and speed without actually heightening his abilities in these areas. By comparison you could equate Teric's fighting skill here to a moderate level of skill in other schools of fighting.
Slash: LVL 0
One of the few techniques Teric can still perform at his current level of fitness. "Slash" refers to both the method and result of the technique, with Teric whipping the blade of his weapon through the air at such a speed that it rends the air for several feet in an arc, following the trail of the blade. The effectiveness of this technique is directly tied to the range at which it is used, and the effectiveness drops exponentially the farther away Teric is from his target.
At a range of 0 - 3 feet this arc can damage persons or objects as if they had been struck by the blade of the weapon itself.
At a range of 3 - 7 feet the arc loses its cutting edge, but retains enough force to strike a target like a wooden club.
At a range of 7 - 15 feet the arc will begin to dissipate, and the target might feel a moderate-to-strong gust of wind blow past them.
After 15 feet the arc is completely dissipated.
Teric can use this ability 2 times per thread before the muscles in his arm can no longer sustain the force needed to perform this feat.
Flashbang: LVL 0
This is an old shock-and-awe tactic Teric picked up from a street magician turned street fighter in his youth. While normally performed using an explosive powder or similar medium, this particular magician had found a way to recreate the results using a low-level fire cantrip. It is essentially a fireball spell minus the fireball, and allows Teric to quickly conjure up a flash of bright light accompanied by a loud banging noise as the magics normally used to condense the fireball rapidly expand and escape Teric's palm.
Anyone looking directly at Teric at the time of casting is subject to the blinding and/or stunning influences of the flashbang.
[[Whether or not PC's are affected by the light or sound is entirely up to them. Can be cast within the time period of 1 post.]]
Teric can use this ability 1 time per thread, and needs to close his eyes when cast to prevent blinding himself.
Equipment:
Steel Breastplate: A simple, unadorned steel breastplate that has been polished to a nice shine. Leather straps with easy to manage buckles at the shoulders criss-cross over the wearer's back making it easy and comfortable to wear, and simple to don or remove in a hurry. This item bears no enchantments or enhancements of any kind.
Thorn: A steel sword-cane that comes apart when the wielder twists the head of the cane. The thin, rapier-like blade is approximately 3 1/2 feet long and is better suited for slashing attacks than it is for piercing. The handle is a steel and leather-bound grip fashioned at the pommel like a closed rosebud. The rest of the cane is a black lacquered length of oak with a rounded steel tip.
Boots: Iron-shod black leather boots with iron plates across the three buckles in front, protecting the shin up to the knee. The boots are specifically designed for Teric to hug his feet, ankles, shins, and calf muscles like a second skin. This helps support his lower leg, and prevents him from spraining or twisting his ankles.
Clothing: A deliberate selection of black and crimson clothing that almost completely conceal the decades of aging scar tissue that mar his skin. Black trousers, a crimson linen shirt with black vest, a heavy black leather belt, underclothes, and the signature piece of his wardrobe: a heavy black coat tailored to his chest and arms that descends to just above his knees. The hem of the coat and its high collar is lined with black ermine fur with silver buttons, and there is a blood red rose embroidered over the heart.
History:
To sum up Teric Bloodrose's life would take many pages, and yet most of those pages would be the empty accounts of long forgotten battles, raids, and small time wars. Like most career fighters, Teric has had little time for a home life, for a family, or for any of the other things that give a man purpose in his life. Instead he has spent the vast majority of his non-descript life fighting other people's struggles, and fritting away the money earned with his sword. It's the lifestyle of choice for those with a live fast and die young mentality, but when you don't follow through on the die young part of that equation, or are as good at what you do to do so, a man finds himself burnt out and tired.
At the age when most other men consider themselves lucky to be alive, and eagerly anticipating easy days ahead, Teric has found himself at a crossroads, of sorts. Mercenary work no longer holds the appeal for him that it once did, and Teric is left wondering about his legacy. How will people remember him, if they remember him at all? Who is there to pass down his legacy when he has no family of his own?
It is a midlife crisis of sorts, coming at the tail end of a long career spent ensuring that another man's enemies don't live long enough to suffer a midlife crisis...