Post by mizudamen on Feb 3, 2009 4:33:47 GMT -5
Name:Mizu Damen
Age:20
Sex:Male
Build: He a slightly tanned man who is 6'4" when standing at full height but tends to slouch at 6'0" most of the time. Broad shouldered with a little girth to him. Long dark brown hair reaching to the middle of his back, usually tied back with a chord. Half lidded dark gold eyes set back into his head with a bit of stubble across his chin.
Phisical Description: He ends to wear a pair of worn black jeans rolled at the cuffs and held up with a braided belt. Worn leather boots with some steel plates hammered to form and bolted on to the heels and toe.Covering his upper body is a long dark stained blue cloth wound tightly leaving his shoulders and arms bear. covering his hands are a pair of softly worn fingerless black gloves with a large steel ring on each ring finger. Covering all is a worn and tattered tan cloak made from the remains of a tent he came across.
Strapped to each thigh are a pair of white handled boning knives. Across his belt are a series of seven pouches containing; two rolls of bandage, three books of strike anywhere matches, a pack of menthol long cigarettes, a roll of silver duct tape, various bolts and screws, some sewing needles, a cracked pair of goggles, and a compass.
Over his shoulder is slung a pack with a hammer, pliers, canteens, and a shovel.
Personality: Traveling the wastes alone for some years has made him a reserved and eccentric man who tends to be wary of strangers. Not one to start fights but never afraid to end them.
History: Born in the collapsed remains of a basement to a pair of nomads and raised for ten years with a traveling caravan until a large dust storm hit their camp one evening forcing him apart from the rest. At the storms conclusion he woke up alone with a canteen his parents had managed to tie around his waist before the storm.
He traveled for days until he stumbled upon a pair of scavengers who took him in and taught him how to survive, be it in the wastes or in a fight. After six years he struck out on his own to see if the world really is as bad as it seems.
Age:20
Sex:Male
Build: He a slightly tanned man who is 6'4" when standing at full height but tends to slouch at 6'0" most of the time. Broad shouldered with a little girth to him. Long dark brown hair reaching to the middle of his back, usually tied back with a chord. Half lidded dark gold eyes set back into his head with a bit of stubble across his chin.
Phisical Description: He ends to wear a pair of worn black jeans rolled at the cuffs and held up with a braided belt. Worn leather boots with some steel plates hammered to form and bolted on to the heels and toe.Covering his upper body is a long dark stained blue cloth wound tightly leaving his shoulders and arms bear. covering his hands are a pair of softly worn fingerless black gloves with a large steel ring on each ring finger. Covering all is a worn and tattered tan cloak made from the remains of a tent he came across.
Strapped to each thigh are a pair of white handled boning knives. Across his belt are a series of seven pouches containing; two rolls of bandage, three books of strike anywhere matches, a pack of menthol long cigarettes, a roll of silver duct tape, various bolts and screws, some sewing needles, a cracked pair of goggles, and a compass.
Over his shoulder is slung a pack with a hammer, pliers, canteens, and a shovel.
Personality: Traveling the wastes alone for some years has made him a reserved and eccentric man who tends to be wary of strangers. Not one to start fights but never afraid to end them.
History: Born in the collapsed remains of a basement to a pair of nomads and raised for ten years with a traveling caravan until a large dust storm hit their camp one evening forcing him apart from the rest. At the storms conclusion he woke up alone with a canteen his parents had managed to tie around his waist before the storm.
He traveled for days until he stumbled upon a pair of scavengers who took him in and taught him how to survive, be it in the wastes or in a fight. After six years he struck out on his own to see if the world really is as bad as it seems.