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[h3]"Derin Polaymy. Yes, it's pronounced [i]'pole-ayy-me'[/i]. Takes people forever to work that out."[/h3]
[u][b]Sex|gender:[/b][/u]
[h3][i]"Definitely[/i] straight male, duh! Though I did drink this one weird concoction one time which would have you think otherwise, hehe!"[/h3]
[u][b]Race:[/b][/u][h3]"Human. At least I'd hope so. Just between you and me, those Ornok's are quite... smelly. I mean, I smell pretty bad, but not [i]that[/i] bad... right? Right?"[/h3]

[hider=Appearance][h3]"I swear to god, try even [i]touching[/i] my ass and I'll have you on the dirt, fucko."[/h3]
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[u][b]Distinguishing features:[/b][/u]
[h3]"You mean [i]aside[/i] from my hair? Well... no. I mean I don't get scars because I typically try to avoid the bullets as much as possible. But anyways, my hair; there are nobles out there who'd love a piece of it! I mean, isn't it awesome? Golden orange with a tint of red at the- oh, next question? OK..."[/h3]
[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 
[h3]"Three. Wait, you wanted [i]physical[/i] age, right? Well, I think I'm in my mid-twenties. I honestly don't know, we didn't keep much track on the mountain, but it's about there."[/h3]
[u][b]Occupation:[/b][/u]
[h3]"I was a petite, young noblewoman, ready to be married to prince charming, with a floating castle and a majestic baby rainbow unicorn named whiskers! Oww! Jeez, no need to be rude...! Think of me as a demon hunter slash alchemist slash inventor slash scientist slash badass. A bit ironic considering what I did, I know, but... well, I never said I was an [i]experienced[/i] demon hunter. See, Master trained me to kill things, and to make things, and I wasn't really shown about civilization much. Yes, I'm aware I'm guilty, but it honestly was an accident! I'll wring the bastard who fooled me..."[/h3]
[u][b]Crime:[/b][/u]
[h3]Derin is silent for a few moments and sighs. "Yeah... I did it. And yes, I do honestly feel bad, and if my own death could bring them back then I would honestly do so. And I keep tellin' you, man, someone tricked me into killing those people. I mean, bearing witness to something like [i]bringing back the dead[/i], especially if you haven't seen it before, it's... well, it's hard to swallow. I will not deny that I killed several members of The Veiled Mistress. I'd rather not talk about how many there were... I'm still a bit shaken. Sorry."[/h3]
[u][b]Starting Equipment:[/b][/u]
[h3]"Let's see... Aha! A Black N' Silver leaver-action shotgun! [i]And[/i] a pair of revolvers as well? I'm gettin' lucky today! Alright, let's see... Smoke grenade, flare, bag o' dust, and a couple knives? I'll refine those for throwing! Hehe! Oooh, and there's even a sword? Wooden, but it'll do... Aaaaaaand... darts? We can make it work."[/h3]
[u][b]Personal Items: [/b][/u]
[h3]From his neck, Derin removes a damaged, old rune attached to a chain. "This here is my little memory trinket. Helps me think clearly when I get a bit... stressed. Reminds me of the better days, when I wasn't a killer..." Derin shudders somewhat and retracts the trinket, fiddling with it a little before letting it rest around his neck once again. Reaching into his pocket, he reveals a rather rugged-looking compass. "This was the first successful invention I made. It's helped me out quite a bit, you know with directions and all that. Was a pain to work out how to get it to work, but when I did, ohoho I was stoked!"[/h3]
[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u]

[b]"OK, I know I can be a bit of a smartass sometimes, but people have a tendency to perceive me in the wrong ways because of that! I'm actually pretty intelligent!" He beams a grin before leaning back, head resting against his hands. "Oh, and that's my ego. His name's Fred. He's a cock. Anyways, I have a bit of a hero complex - I wanna be the leader, the planner, the guy who can pull everyone through when times are tough, but... I'm kinda average. I mean if you think about it I'm just some mountain hick who was never really exposed to society. I spend a lot of time tinkering with things and I like to make, and everyone knows I'm horrible with the ladies. Considering I only knew, like, one girl up until now, well... yeah. And in case you haven't noticed yet, I'm a bit talkative."[/b]

[u][b]Character Quest:[/b][/u]
[h3]"I wanna help people. That probably sounds fucked up from a guy who murdered more than thirty people not too long ago, but I honestly wanna help people. I want to experience what it's like to make friends, go out, get the girl, and to be a hero. I want to invent and refine, but also protect and serve. I dunno, I just wanna... be a hero, I guess."[/h3]
[u][b]Bio/RP Example:[/b][/u]

[b]"You wanna know 'bout moi? I can't say it's the most interesting story around - I'm sure there are plenty others who've lived way more successful lives, if you'd care to bend the meaning of [i]'success'[/i]. Anyways, may I present to you a brief history of the legendary Derin Polaymy! Chapter one: You ONLY Live Once!

I started out living in this small village by the mountains in the middle of nowhere. Found out only the other day you guys call it 'Jaku', or at least that's what the area is known as. We were right next to some 'Great Void' or something, but we didn't really care. It helped us in a weird way. We were isolated, but it was a nice little village. About three or four human households, and then two more dwarvern. We basically just farmed and lived off the land, and didn't do a whole lot of anything else. Despite the solitude, we were pretty happy. I liked living in that small village..." Derin's gaze goes far off, and he stops talking for a couple seconds before snapping out of his daydream. "Ah, yeah, anyways everyone knows that this is the bad part of the story, so I'll just cut it short and say we were attacked by... things. They weren't Ornoks, but they were kinda like 'em, vaguely. Destroyed the whole village, killed my parents and older sister. Only reason I survived was because of her..."

Derin sighs and looks down at his necklace for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "So everyone in the village knew my master, The Man of the Mountains. Ever heard of him? Regardless, I knew him too - I'd actually taken food up to him one time with my father, though I'd never seen him until I climbed up there again. Was a long-ass walk - by the end of it I was pretty much dead. And as you can guess, my master was there to catch me when I fell...
... Before swiftly kneeing me in the gut. First thing I learned from him was that he was a hard-ass. Learned that the hard way. Second thing I learned was I had to make my own food. Learned that the hard way too. But he didn't turn me away. Instead, he took me in, taught me everything he knew; I basically became his apprentice. It was hard to keep up, and if you didn't keep up in the lectures, he'd kick your ass in the physical training. Learned that the hard way as well. But, I began picking up the slack, and he began to teach me more about the harder stuff. At this point though I'd already grown a pretty smart mug on me, so I was like a masochist and he was the sadist. But hey, I think I turned out OK."

Clearing his throat, Derin smiles as he stretches his arms. "His health started deteriorating - I could tell, because he started going easy on me. Despite that, I did my very best to work harder and harder. I wanted to be the best damn apprentice of them all, and so I learned to study and practice on my own. As we both grew older, he began teaching me in other, more complex fields: gunsmithing, shooting, alchemy, advanced sciences, languages, all that juicy stuff. I also started getting hit less and less, though not because he was getting weaker. I was actually getting the hang of pullin' my weight. Pretty soon, Master didn't even need to ask. I was either learning it, or it was already learnt.

Eventually I ran out of things to learn though. Master didn't need a replacement, at least not just yet, so after a few final tests we got to see which of us was better, both physically and mentally. As expected I lost, but he recognized my efforts and I knew it was about time for me to head off. So, I gathered as much food as I could, hauled it up the mountain, and gave it to master as a thank-you gift before heading out on my own. Knowing him he would've hated me for doing that, but I figured if he was only going to get weaker, he'd need some spare food for when he couldn't hunt, hehehe!"
Derin taps at his chin as he thought how best to continue his story. "The remaining stuff was me going around Jaku, doing all sorts of adventures. I'd heard of Algria and I really wanted to see it for myself, so I headed in that direction, after asking for directions several times and using my compass. Unfortunately, I arrived in chains. Some traveler was spewing nonsense about a certain religion being evil, and me being an idiot took his word for it. I would... prefer not talk about the event, but to put it simply, there were... a lot of bodies. And lots of blood..." Derin gulps, visibly shaking, before shaking off the thought and inhaling deep. "And so I ended up in prison. That was chapter one of Derin Polaymy's life. Please buy the second chapter for ninety-nine Algrian gold pieces, and your spleen. I'm a zombie, after all!"[/b]

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