Post by Eldon on Sept 28, 2009 0:41:48 GMT
Desired Name: Rufio
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Appearance: Rufio has a slightly Asian look about him. His eyes overburdened with eye shadow. He dyes parts of his hair red while the rest remains black. He wears a kilt and a necklace made from the teeth of his victims and also his own, as he is reluctant to let the tooth fairy have them.
Character: Rufio is well for known for inexplicably shouting his name "RUFIO!" at unexpected times, also when charging into battle. Despite being a kind and gentle lover, he is well known for getting his sword out at unnecessary times
Strengths and Weaknesses: Good at hiding
Magic Abilities: Gave up magic before GCSE's at the advice of his teachers having only basically managed to use the wingardium leviosa spell to levitate the the hat off a passing pensioner.
Weaponry Skills: Expert swordsman, preferably his Samurai Sword sent via Royal Mail International post from his uncle in Japan. Often relies on his rape alarm to get him out of sticky situations.
Character History: Some say he was born to a Austrian love slave, others say he descends from nobility the rest say he spawned from a small oak tree somewhere in Dorset. His unclear origins however, are made up for by his infamous past - acts of murder, rape and graffiti. After being exiled from Dorset he now moves to Camelot in order to fulfill his needs.
Additional Information: RUFIO!
Sample Roleplay:
As Rufio staggers towards the inn he glances down at the gash in his leg, a battle scar from his previous onslaught with the Dragon of Dinton. The wound slows him slightly but he cannot let it show as he enters the crowded bar. His eyes meet the landlords. They have a moment, not a homosexual one, but one that shows that both know trouble is about to follow.
"Give me a pint you shit!" demands Rufio
"We don't accept your type in this place champ, on yer bike(horse)"
This is enough to really grind Rufio's gears. As the tone in the mens voices shift, locals around them notice and begin to silence themselves. The entire bar becomes transfixed on the proceedings.
"Look buddy," Rufio interrupts, "I could really do with a pint as I'm quite parched"
"NO!" Shouts the landlord
As the word still echos around the inn, Rufio delivers a swift back hand to the face of the landlord. It was quite a pathetic backhand that barely made a slapping noise, but it was enough. As frenzied publicans run from the building screaming, both men draw their swords...........
Please authorize this, Emma I spent quite a while doing it.
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Appearance: Rufio has a slightly Asian look about him. His eyes overburdened with eye shadow. He dyes parts of his hair red while the rest remains black. He wears a kilt and a necklace made from the teeth of his victims and also his own, as he is reluctant to let the tooth fairy have them.
Character: Rufio is well for known for inexplicably shouting his name "RUFIO!" at unexpected times, also when charging into battle. Despite being a kind and gentle lover, he is well known for getting his sword out at unnecessary times
Strengths and Weaknesses: Good at hiding
Magic Abilities: Gave up magic before GCSE's at the advice of his teachers having only basically managed to use the wingardium leviosa spell to levitate the the hat off a passing pensioner.
Weaponry Skills: Expert swordsman, preferably his Samurai Sword sent via Royal Mail International post from his uncle in Japan. Often relies on his rape alarm to get him out of sticky situations.
Character History: Some say he was born to a Austrian love slave, others say he descends from nobility the rest say he spawned from a small oak tree somewhere in Dorset. His unclear origins however, are made up for by his infamous past - acts of murder, rape and graffiti. After being exiled from Dorset he now moves to Camelot in order to fulfill his needs.
Additional Information: RUFIO!
Sample Roleplay:
As Rufio staggers towards the inn he glances down at the gash in his leg, a battle scar from his previous onslaught with the Dragon of Dinton. The wound slows him slightly but he cannot let it show as he enters the crowded bar. His eyes meet the landlords. They have a moment, not a homosexual one, but one that shows that both know trouble is about to follow.
"Give me a pint you shit!" demands Rufio
"We don't accept your type in this place champ, on yer bike(horse)"
This is enough to really grind Rufio's gears. As the tone in the mens voices shift, locals around them notice and begin to silence themselves. The entire bar becomes transfixed on the proceedings.
"Look buddy," Rufio interrupts, "I could really do with a pint as I'm quite parched"
"NO!" Shouts the landlord
As the word still echos around the inn, Rufio delivers a swift back hand to the face of the landlord. It was quite a pathetic backhand that barely made a slapping noise, but it was enough. As frenzied publicans run from the building screaming, both men draw their swords...........
Please authorize this, Emma I spent quite a while doing it.
