Post by Alexander "Snake" Cartwright on Jun 18, 2011 12:52:36 GMT
Desired Character Name: Alexander "Snake" Cartwright
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Class: Citizen
Appearance: Standing 6' 4", Snake's compact, muscular frame holds his tall stature with an unusual elegance for a man of his height. This allows him to display agility beyond that of most men of this size and strength, something many are surprised about when meeting him for the first time. Even his walking pattern appears to be that of a much lighter man - with almost a natural defensive spring in his step - always ready, cautious, wary of any attack. His suspicions are reflective of an expertly trained fighter, who has been in many fights before and who has, in the past, had many pursue him for one reason or another.
Although a relatively young, handsome man, Snake's body is lightly scattered with scars appearing to be from battles fought over a number of years, perhaps more than a man his age should have had. He has gentle, wavy, black silk-like hair - quite feminine in contrast to his masculine physique and presence. Snake's grey eyes are reminiscent of a stormy sky - somehow apt and reflective of his temperament. Although, there is also a strange flicker of colouring in his left eye - a brownish-yellow pigment, taking up just under a third of his iris - heavily contrasting against the grey.
He usual apparel consists of a white hooded tunic under a light, leather chest guard and various leather belts and holders slung across his shoulders and abdomen. He also wears dark slacks with heavily armoured, worn boots that come up to his knees and a cloak drapes down his back covering his left shoulder, possibly hiding something… Underneath his tunic and cape, his left arm displays an exotic snake tattoo.
Character: Snake is a lonesome, lion of a warrior. He has a hard time trusting others, always suspicious of their intentions and calculating how to disable them should a conflict occur - although not wanting to fight if he can help it. For such a large man, he does not like using his brawn and is actually quite intellectual. He would rather talk his way out of a situation than fight, even though he is very competent in combat when he needs to be. Snake has a thirst for knowledge, always wanting to know how things work, from mechanical devices to the human body - perhaps in another life, a life with less turmoil and greater opportunities, he could have been a scholar - but alas, it was not to be.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths:
+He is a strong, powerful fighter.
+He is fast and agile.
+Competent with blades.
+Snake is quite intelligent: a logical thinker most of the time.
+He is a brave and can be composed in the face of adversity.
Weaknesses:
-He has a volatile temperament - relatively clam and laid back most of the time, but snapping, exploding into a fit or rage once in a while.
-Snake's bow skills leave a lot to be desired.
-Finds it hard to trust many people.
-He has a bit of a drinking problem, frequenting inns to drown his lonely sorrows.
Magic Abilities: No magical abilities known, and quite frankly Snake is unsure of those that do posses such abilities - finding it hard to trust anyone that he cannot relate his own abilities, strengths or weaknesses to.
Weaponry Skills: Exceptionally skilled in close quarter combat, displaying a high level of understanding of the body's mechanisms (and therefore its weaknesses), meaning Snake's own hands are his preferred weapon for most skirmishes. He also possesses very competent knife-skill at close range, not only offensively, but defensively too - meaning he is able to disarm knife-wielders and turn their own weapon against them. In total contrast to his close quarter prowess, snake struggles to use any form of bow - finding it almost pointless to even try. Finally, he can use a sword with a decent amount of skill, although nowhere near as proficiently as a knife or his hands, with the broad sword being his sword of choice.
Character History: Snake doesn't remember his past; his family, his upbringing, his home town and also does not currently remember his real name (Alexander Cartwright). He decided to tell those who he met that his name was "Snake" - reflective of an exotic-looking snake tattoo on his left arm. It can only be assumed that he had this artwork etched into his arm in a foreign, exotic land, as this kind of snake is not found in Albion. Perhaps this is where he spent many of his battling years - picking up his hand-combat fighting skills, agility and scars. Despite the exotic nature of his tattoo, Snake was clearly born and bred in Albion - his facial features quite common to the land, and his accent, although hard to place, is definitely not of foreign origin. It can be assumed that his upbringing was, perhaps, not the most traditional, and he may have left his family at an early age - hence the number of battle scars for a young man and the travelling to foreign lands. Snake is unsure what he is doing in Camelot, although he feels that he is going to stay in one place for a while - something he hasn't felt he has done for a long time.
Sample Roleplay: The crash of thunder overhead awoke the traveller with a jolting startlement. All of his senses were tingling on full alert; his ears reverberating from the crackling of the thunder, his eyes dazed from the bright lightening flickering in the sky, a damp taste and smell in the air (something that surprised and confused him, as the last thing he could remember was extreme heat and a dryness in his mouth) and finally the feeling of heavy rain beating down onto his face and exposed torso. He had not felt like this in a long time, a sense that he was truly alive - although he could not remember why he had not felt anything for so long. "What the hell… I don't remember this." he thought to himself, "Where's am I?" The traveller was now confused and wary, "How did I get to this land? Who brought me here? Are they still about?" He quickly stood with alarm and found himself naturally in a defensive stance - as if expecting a confrontation. But there was no confrontation to be had, he was alone in the middle of an overgrown field with no one to be seen for miles - as he spun around in quick fits of suspicion, looking in every direction… "Someone must have brought me here…" he pondered, "But why?"
The traveller soon realised that there was no one to be seen, and he should get out of the rain and gather his thoughts. As he moved towards a large, towering oak tree sitting lonely in the middle of the field, he noticed a beat-up, old leather satchel laying in the overgrown grass. He almost missed it, and would have if it wasn't for a large silver buckle which caught a flash of lightening - sparkling like a precious gem stone. As he walked over to the satchel he noticed strange marking on the front of it. It appeared that some kind of image had been burned, or branded, into the leather. "Is that a snake?" he thought to himself, "I feel like I have seen that before, somewhere…" He grabbed the satchel and ran for cover under the mountainous oak, where he sat with his back against the mighty trunk, to inspect the satchel and its markings more closely. As he sat, he noticed something on his left arm. Putting the satchel down for a moment, he moved his right hand across to touch his left arm and as he brushed his bicep he realised that this wasn't just some grass or mud stuck to his arm, but in fact it was a symbol etched into the skin. He ran his hand over the dark ink, which was slightly raised above the rest of his arm… "What is that?" he snorted to himself as he twisted his arm round to get a better look, "It looks just like the symbol on the satchel: some kind of snake!" With no recollection of how he came to be in this location, or how or why he had a snake on his arm, the traveller was now thoroughly confused. He decided to look in the satchel to see if there were any clues and if he could ascertain any helpful information. Unbuckling the straps that held the satchel shut, the traveller flung open the protective leather flap with eager anticipation… Only to be disappointed when he discovered all that was in the satchel was a white tunic, a cloak, a leather chest guard and a few belts and holders. "I guess these are mine." He thought to himself, "After all, the satchel did have the same snake symbol as I have on my arm… But why would I have not been wearing these? And if someone had brought me here against my will, why would they have given me my clothes in a separate satchel?"
The traveller put his various pieces of clothing on to try and keep warm, as being soaked through had begun to take its toll on him and he had started to shake. As he went to place an unwanted belt back in the satchel, he realised he hadn't looked through it as thoroughly as he thought. His finger caught a small flap of fabric that had torn away from the inner lining, and felt something small, hard and cold brush his skin. Opening the tear with, perhaps a little too much, enthusiasm he managed to put his whole hand in and retrieve the object. It was some kind of key. "Why would I have a key? And what is it for?" he murmured to himself, "I can't remember any of this… I just don't understand!" He broke down in a fit of emotional rage and fell to his knees. Clutching the key in his hand he looked up to the sky and screamed to the world, "WHO AM I? HOW DID I GET HERE? WHAT IS GOING ON? SOMEBODY PLEASE GIVE ME ANSWERS!!!"
OOC: Hey guys, this is my first ever RP so would totally appreciate any comments (I can take criticisms!!) on how to improve anything etc. Thanks and enjoy.
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Class: Citizen
Appearance: Standing 6' 4", Snake's compact, muscular frame holds his tall stature with an unusual elegance for a man of his height. This allows him to display agility beyond that of most men of this size and strength, something many are surprised about when meeting him for the first time. Even his walking pattern appears to be that of a much lighter man - with almost a natural defensive spring in his step - always ready, cautious, wary of any attack. His suspicions are reflective of an expertly trained fighter, who has been in many fights before and who has, in the past, had many pursue him for one reason or another.
Although a relatively young, handsome man, Snake's body is lightly scattered with scars appearing to be from battles fought over a number of years, perhaps more than a man his age should have had. He has gentle, wavy, black silk-like hair - quite feminine in contrast to his masculine physique and presence. Snake's grey eyes are reminiscent of a stormy sky - somehow apt and reflective of his temperament. Although, there is also a strange flicker of colouring in his left eye - a brownish-yellow pigment, taking up just under a third of his iris - heavily contrasting against the grey.
He usual apparel consists of a white hooded tunic under a light, leather chest guard and various leather belts and holders slung across his shoulders and abdomen. He also wears dark slacks with heavily armoured, worn boots that come up to his knees and a cloak drapes down his back covering his left shoulder, possibly hiding something… Underneath his tunic and cape, his left arm displays an exotic snake tattoo.
Character: Snake is a lonesome, lion of a warrior. He has a hard time trusting others, always suspicious of their intentions and calculating how to disable them should a conflict occur - although not wanting to fight if he can help it. For such a large man, he does not like using his brawn and is actually quite intellectual. He would rather talk his way out of a situation than fight, even though he is very competent in combat when he needs to be. Snake has a thirst for knowledge, always wanting to know how things work, from mechanical devices to the human body - perhaps in another life, a life with less turmoil and greater opportunities, he could have been a scholar - but alas, it was not to be.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths:
+He is a strong, powerful fighter.
+He is fast and agile.
+Competent with blades.
+Snake is quite intelligent: a logical thinker most of the time.
+He is a brave and can be composed in the face of adversity.
Weaknesses:
-He has a volatile temperament - relatively clam and laid back most of the time, but snapping, exploding into a fit or rage once in a while.
-Snake's bow skills leave a lot to be desired.
-Finds it hard to trust many people.
-He has a bit of a drinking problem, frequenting inns to drown his lonely sorrows.
Magic Abilities: No magical abilities known, and quite frankly Snake is unsure of those that do posses such abilities - finding it hard to trust anyone that he cannot relate his own abilities, strengths or weaknesses to.
Weaponry Skills: Exceptionally skilled in close quarter combat, displaying a high level of understanding of the body's mechanisms (and therefore its weaknesses), meaning Snake's own hands are his preferred weapon for most skirmishes. He also possesses very competent knife-skill at close range, not only offensively, but defensively too - meaning he is able to disarm knife-wielders and turn their own weapon against them. In total contrast to his close quarter prowess, snake struggles to use any form of bow - finding it almost pointless to even try. Finally, he can use a sword with a decent amount of skill, although nowhere near as proficiently as a knife or his hands, with the broad sword being his sword of choice.
Character History: Snake doesn't remember his past; his family, his upbringing, his home town and also does not currently remember his real name (Alexander Cartwright). He decided to tell those who he met that his name was "Snake" - reflective of an exotic-looking snake tattoo on his left arm. It can only be assumed that he had this artwork etched into his arm in a foreign, exotic land, as this kind of snake is not found in Albion. Perhaps this is where he spent many of his battling years - picking up his hand-combat fighting skills, agility and scars. Despite the exotic nature of his tattoo, Snake was clearly born and bred in Albion - his facial features quite common to the land, and his accent, although hard to place, is definitely not of foreign origin. It can be assumed that his upbringing was, perhaps, not the most traditional, and he may have left his family at an early age - hence the number of battle scars for a young man and the travelling to foreign lands. Snake is unsure what he is doing in Camelot, although he feels that he is going to stay in one place for a while - something he hasn't felt he has done for a long time.
Sample Roleplay: The crash of thunder overhead awoke the traveller with a jolting startlement. All of his senses were tingling on full alert; his ears reverberating from the crackling of the thunder, his eyes dazed from the bright lightening flickering in the sky, a damp taste and smell in the air (something that surprised and confused him, as the last thing he could remember was extreme heat and a dryness in his mouth) and finally the feeling of heavy rain beating down onto his face and exposed torso. He had not felt like this in a long time, a sense that he was truly alive - although he could not remember why he had not felt anything for so long. "What the hell… I don't remember this." he thought to himself, "Where's am I?" The traveller was now confused and wary, "How did I get to this land? Who brought me here? Are they still about?" He quickly stood with alarm and found himself naturally in a defensive stance - as if expecting a confrontation. But there was no confrontation to be had, he was alone in the middle of an overgrown field with no one to be seen for miles - as he spun around in quick fits of suspicion, looking in every direction… "Someone must have brought me here…" he pondered, "But why?"
The traveller soon realised that there was no one to be seen, and he should get out of the rain and gather his thoughts. As he moved towards a large, towering oak tree sitting lonely in the middle of the field, he noticed a beat-up, old leather satchel laying in the overgrown grass. He almost missed it, and would have if it wasn't for a large silver buckle which caught a flash of lightening - sparkling like a precious gem stone. As he walked over to the satchel he noticed strange marking on the front of it. It appeared that some kind of image had been burned, or branded, into the leather. "Is that a snake?" he thought to himself, "I feel like I have seen that before, somewhere…" He grabbed the satchel and ran for cover under the mountainous oak, where he sat with his back against the mighty trunk, to inspect the satchel and its markings more closely. As he sat, he noticed something on his left arm. Putting the satchel down for a moment, he moved his right hand across to touch his left arm and as he brushed his bicep he realised that this wasn't just some grass or mud stuck to his arm, but in fact it was a symbol etched into the skin. He ran his hand over the dark ink, which was slightly raised above the rest of his arm… "What is that?" he snorted to himself as he twisted his arm round to get a better look, "It looks just like the symbol on the satchel: some kind of snake!" With no recollection of how he came to be in this location, or how or why he had a snake on his arm, the traveller was now thoroughly confused. He decided to look in the satchel to see if there were any clues and if he could ascertain any helpful information. Unbuckling the straps that held the satchel shut, the traveller flung open the protective leather flap with eager anticipation… Only to be disappointed when he discovered all that was in the satchel was a white tunic, a cloak, a leather chest guard and a few belts and holders. "I guess these are mine." He thought to himself, "After all, the satchel did have the same snake symbol as I have on my arm… But why would I have not been wearing these? And if someone had brought me here against my will, why would they have given me my clothes in a separate satchel?"
The traveller put his various pieces of clothing on to try and keep warm, as being soaked through had begun to take its toll on him and he had started to shake. As he went to place an unwanted belt back in the satchel, he realised he hadn't looked through it as thoroughly as he thought. His finger caught a small flap of fabric that had torn away from the inner lining, and felt something small, hard and cold brush his skin. Opening the tear with, perhaps a little too much, enthusiasm he managed to put his whole hand in and retrieve the object. It was some kind of key. "Why would I have a key? And what is it for?" he murmured to himself, "I can't remember any of this… I just don't understand!" He broke down in a fit of emotional rage and fell to his knees. Clutching the key in his hand he looked up to the sky and screamed to the world, "WHO AM I? HOW DID I GET HERE? WHAT IS GOING ON? SOMEBODY PLEASE GIVE ME ANSWERS!!!"
OOC: Hey guys, this is my first ever RP so would totally appreciate any comments (I can take criticisms!!) on how to improve anything etc. Thanks and enjoy.
