[hider=Leonard Greystone] [B]Username: Boomlover[/B] [b]Character Name:Leonard Greystone ( The Grey watcher)[/b] [b]Race/Species: Human [/b] [b]Gender: Male [/b] [b]Age:40 [/b] [b]Career/Class: DarkSlayer [/b] [b]Weapons:[/b] [list] [*] An Ancient Valdium Longsword used in the family for generations. This sword is used for slaying monster and men alike. It used to be enchanted with strange magic that someone seems to have erased from the blade. 20 years prior. [*] A small dagger for close quarters and using it to slice off heads of the monsters he has killed for proof. [*] Six small fire bombs. He rareley uses them since it takes a long time to make them.[/list] [b]Physical Description :[/b] Leonard stands 2 meters tall and has broad shoulders. He has raven black hair, has green eyes and small scars all over his face. One of his eyes brows seems to be partly burned off. His hands have small bite scars all over them and the top of his pinky is missing. And seems to be in the progress of growing back. His chest is full of scars from fangs, sword strikes and seemingly a few female nails as well. He is rather muscular. With strong looking arms and legs. His skin is rather pale having become a little darker over the years. [b]Armor:[/b] His armor is a mix of metal and leather . His Leather is the main part of the armor covering most of his arms, legs, and chest. His elbows are protected by a light patch of metal Which also counts for his knees. Over this, he also wears a rather light steel breastplate which is strong enough for decent blows. But light enough for decent maneuverability. [b]Equipment/Other[/b] [list][*]Herbs [*]Poison for most monsters [*]a small alchemy kit with vials [*]several maps of the continent. [*]a small pouch where he keeps his money of 5 gold and 20 silver. [*]Out of combat clothing. [*]A satchel that carries small and not notion worthy things. [*]A black horse to carry most of his equipment. [*]A ring of the family which has the family crest on it. [*] A book of all the monsters he has faced and slain. With a description about them including weak points behavior and the level of danger.[/list] [b]Mental Description/Personality:[/b] Leonard is always serious when on the job always looking out for ambushes and traps. He doesn't trust someone easily because of him being backstabbed and betrayed a little too many times. He isn't a cold emotionless man though as he will protect those that cannot protect themselves. even if it means going against orders. He prefers to work alone though will join up with others if the need arises or if there is enough coin put in front of him. He is a man that likes to get straight to the point. He is sarcastic and snarky and really does not care what another thinks of him. He is not cocky however and sees pride and honor as a quick way to the grave. When he is at work he is always serious and focusing on the job. But even if this man is such a lone wolf it does not mean that he does not enjoy the company of attractive looking women. He also loves to drink. And usually, will be in a much better mood because of it. Friends he rarely makes. Mostly because people in his line of work die quickly. But if you can survive long enough in his presence he will start to respect and even befriend you. [b]Goals:[/b] Restore His families sword to its former glory, Take revenge on those who destroyed what i held dear and to become the deadliest dark slayer of all time. [b]Background/History:[/b] Some men will never leave their homes in their entire life. Slowly wasting away while tending to their farms. Others will be born as lords and conquerors. Leading their armies to never ending battlefields. And then you have the group in the middle. People with a real story to tell about the adventures they have lived. About the things they have done in their life to make the world an either worse or a better place. These people will pass on in history there stories eventually disappearing into the eons of time. Mine, however, won't be. Mine shall be a story that will be told through the years. Turning into legend and myth. My story begins in a small town in the nation of Bania. Born to a family of Darkslayers. I was the only son of James greystone. I was trained a lot younger than most Darkslayers which was at the age of five. Though this training was more being told story after story about Darkslayers what they did and how they did it. And about our family sword which had powerful magic runes and Glyphs which would vanquish any enemy it fought against. My father would take me on hunts in the forest showing me how to hunt and fight. When i was at that age i was still scared of the monsters. But my father got the fear out of me by showing just how easily he could get rid of them. Those days i enjoyed the most. I just sat peacefully in a tree and watched my father go to town on whatever nasty thing walked up to him. He even taught me how to skin animals. But such luxury cannot last forever and soon I found myself at the age of 8 when the real initiation began. The trails I endured were hard and many but in the end, i was able to succeed. Though in all honesty, I did fall unconscious after I got home. After this, my real training would begin. In the first years, my father taught me how to track and hunt simple prey. In those times I still used a bow. A weapon I rather dislike. Only at the age of 12 did my father start to teach me sword fighting. Every day we would practice and every day I would go to bed with bruises and pain. My father said that my opponents would also show me no mercy. And so he also would not show me any. He really was a hardass on me. I have to admit that. But his training did keep me alive for all these years. When I turned 16 I started to learn about herbs and poisons. I also decided that a little alchemy on the side wouldn't hurt one bit either. At the age of 18, the graduation began. The test involved me and three others to go into the deep forest and to kill the biggest creature they could come across. We were all given a single sword and supplies for one day. For two weeks I walked through the cold forests and white mountains. Fighting goblins and werewolves. But these creatures were not what i wanted. My target was a juvenile troll. I finally got my wish when I saw one charging at me. It took me an hour to defeat it slowly tiring it out before killing the beast. Satisfied with what I had killed I made my journey back home. However when I arrived I did not find the home I was expecting. I smelled it first. The smell of blood and fire. Then I saw the smoke hovering above the town like a cloud of death. As I ran through I heard no screams or battle. Just ominous silence. As I cleared the woods I fell on my knees as I looked at the destruction that had one been my home. Most of the buildings were burned and the wooden wall we had built around our town was in tatters. As I walked inside my old home I saw bodies lying everywhere. I recognized most of them. They were the people I had grown up with. The ones I held dear to my heart. And some I did not know where men with faces as pale as snow and eyes of black. It was the vampiric plague that still destroys my homeland to this day. I slowly walked towards my home. Which had a trial of dead vampires towards it, I then arrived at my home. Our courtyard had become a last stand as the remains of barricades could still be found. As I walked inside I saw endless amounts of bodies everywhere. These bodies were just simple men and women who could not defend themselves. The bodies were all bloody messes of their former self. And I even saw children with their throats bitten open. As I walked up the stairs still following the trail of vampires. Which lead to my fathers and mothers room. I then saw a nightmare made a reality. My father, or whatever was left of him lay scattered across the room. His body had been torn to shreds his eyes had been ripped out of his sockets. I then saw my mother's naked and raped body behind him. I dropped to my knees and looked at them in utter silence. I sat there for at least a few hours crying like a baby. I then saw our family's sword. It's runes and glyphs seemingly erased or destroyed. I picked it up and looked at it. the powers it had once had were gone. The monsters had destroyed everything I loved. They had destroyed my heritage and my family. That day I became a different man. A man of pure revenge and hate against any vampire he would face. I burned the fallen to make sure none would turn undead, took some supplies and a horse and never looked back. I have traveled the world and visited many places. I have hunted countless a creature. I Saved many damsels in distress which i then bedded. I got involved in politics and wars which i was dragged into by said damsels. All in all, I have had quite a long an epic life with soo many stories that we would sit at this table discussing them till the end of time. But i think i have said enough. I only have three things that make my life worth living for. Revenge, restoring my sword and to become the most feared and loved Darkslayer of time. Quite a big challenge indeed. But I still have some years in me to leave my mark on this chaotic world. Now if you'll excuse me I have a contract to fulfill. Theme song: [hider=My Hider] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prvAdHXUvbs[/youtube] [/hider] [/hider]