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I think Montana is going to like Louisiana as a friend. I also just think it can be kind of funny the size comparison difference since he is nearly as large as the meta and Louisiana is (going by the bio) smaller then most. A tank and a rogue, that's a badass combo right there. One strikes from the shadows while the other just beats the heck out of anything in its path. XD
Yep just waiting as well. Also I added just a little idea of how big Zeke is. Basically I'm going with he is nearly the same size as Maine aka the Meta. Might also add an apperance of what he looks like without the helmet don't know though.
Once more Zaccar stood on his own amongst the other groups that were awaiting on whatever it was that they needed to be able to go forth and slay the wretched beasts that plagued the lands and destroy the king amongst them. He stood in stoic silence his mind going in and out from the present and the odd dreams that began coming to him through the cold, long, lone nights. Imagines of snow and ruins clouded them, not the kingdom or Ural but somewhere else, a place that seemed familiar but was not. Along with the images came the same word that plagued him: crossbreed. What did it all mean? He sighed in frustration on not knowing what to figure out from the images and what they were trying to tell him.
Well I won't deny besides my knowledge of RvB I know little of Halo's storyline outside of the three first games and even then I didn't pay so much attention that numbers were only for Spartans. So I now have removed the number thing, I just thought it looked cool. XD
Full name: Zeke
Code name: Montana
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Implanted A.I.:
Armour Ability: Super Strength
Appearance:
Personality: Zeke is a hard-ass type of guy, it doesn't necessarily means he doesn't have a sense of humor but most of the time he is straight to the point and doesn't sugar coat things. If things look bad, he is going to be the guy to admit that shit is about to hit the fan and not everyone is going to make it rather then try and be optimistic. Yet despite his hard nature, he enjoys poking his comrade's buttons and has a sense of humor that lies under the hard exterior, though whether or not that sense of humor is safe for his comrades is harder to answer, he has been known to let a live flash grenade loose in their rooms to see how fast they can scramble away from it before it goes off. He doesn't understand why he is the only one who finds it funny. XD
History: Hard to imagine a dropout could find his way to the freelancer program. He dropout of college sick and tired of the grind and joined the UNSC despite his parents protests, figuring he would want more out of life then being a 'dumb grunt' described by his father. He gave them the bird and out the door he went to start a new life as a soldier. It was no cakewalk though and at first Zeke barely scraped by to make it even into the army but he wanted to prove to everyone that he was more then just some dumb grunt and kept pushing himself, trying to be the best of the best. He was eventually moved over to work in an ODST unit, though his hopes of serving on Reach when the covenant attacked never came true, he still saw his fare share of battles within his unit where he soon got know for being a hardcase with his superiors. He got the job done for the most part but there were complaints of disobeying directives and reckless endangerment though no one was ever killed. Perhaps this was what eventually got the attention of those who ran the freelancer program. His dedication to get the job done by any means necessary would be considered a valuable assist to the program for those missions that were balls to the walls so to speak.
So now there he was a Freelancer, after ten years of working to show the people at home he was more then a grunt, he stood at the top with some of the best of the best, now he just tries to show he can be even better then them while playing the practical joke here and there that may or may not threaten the safety of those around him.
Weapon Loadout:
-M45D Tactical Shotgun aka "Scorn" as Zeke likes to call it, it's his pride and joy so to speak, been with him since day one and if anyone else besides him touches it, well they are going to see how hard he can hit before they can say 'sorry'.
-MA5D Individual Combat Weapon System
-M6H Personal Defense Weapon System
-x2 Frag
Fighting Style: Up close and personal. He's built like a tank, takes a licking but keeps on ticking so to speak. (He's like the Kool-Aid man but on steroids. XD) He doesn't use a knife though when he gets up close, instead he likes to duke it out with his fists when bullets just don't cut it.
Other: N/A
Code name: Montana
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Implanted A.I.:
Armour Ability: Super Strength
Appearance:
Personality: Zeke is a hard-ass type of guy, it doesn't necessarily means he doesn't have a sense of humor but most of the time he is straight to the point and doesn't sugar coat things. If things look bad, he is going to be the guy to admit that shit is about to hit the fan and not everyone is going to make it rather then try and be optimistic. Yet despite his hard nature, he enjoys poking his comrade's buttons and has a sense of humor that lies under the hard exterior, though whether or not that sense of humor is safe for his comrades is harder to answer, he has been known to let a live flash grenade loose in their rooms to see how fast they can scramble away from it before it goes off. He doesn't understand why he is the only one who finds it funny. XD
History: Hard to imagine a dropout could find his way to the freelancer program. He dropout of college sick and tired of the grind and joined the UNSC despite his parents protests, figuring he would want more out of life then being a 'dumb grunt' described by his father. He gave them the bird and out the door he went to start a new life as a soldier. It was no cakewalk though and at first Zeke barely scraped by to make it even into the army but he wanted to prove to everyone that he was more then just some dumb grunt and kept pushing himself, trying to be the best of the best. He was eventually moved over to work in an ODST unit, though his hopes of serving on Reach when the covenant attacked never came true, he still saw his fare share of battles within his unit where he soon got know for being a hardcase with his superiors. He got the job done for the most part but there were complaints of disobeying directives and reckless endangerment though no one was ever killed. Perhaps this was what eventually got the attention of those who ran the freelancer program. His dedication to get the job done by any means necessary would be considered a valuable assist to the program for those missions that were balls to the walls so to speak.
So now there he was a Freelancer, after ten years of working to show the people at home he was more then a grunt, he stood at the top with some of the best of the best, now he just tries to show he can be even better then them while playing the practical joke here and there that may or may not threaten the safety of those around him.
Weapon Loadout:
-M45D Tactical Shotgun aka "Scorn" as Zeke likes to call it, it's his pride and joy so to speak, been with him since day one and if anyone else besides him touches it, well they are going to see how hard he can hit before they can say 'sorry'.
-MA5D Individual Combat Weapon System
-M6H Personal Defense Weapon System
-x2 Frag
Fighting Style: Up close and personal. He's built like a tank, takes a licking but keeps on ticking so to speak. (He's like the Kool-Aid man but on steroids. XD) He doesn't use a knife though when he gets up close, instead he likes to duke it out with his fists when bullets just don't cut it.
Other: N/A
Out of curiosity what are the plans for boss encounters? I've been in one other Dark Souls RP and there were a few sort of boss encounters but they dragged on quite a bit which I think ultimately led to the RP's demise. I also question because I have an interesting idea for one if you wish to hear. It involves a past boss fight within the game itself but with a new twist thanks to some artwork I found.
Zaccar payed little attention to the conversation that happened near him. His only interests were the fact that the rather tall woman in the crowd was a demon. A peculiar site to find a demon wanting to aid in the destruction of dragons. He noted to himself that he would keep an eye on her, from the little he remembered of the three year journey to reach the city in his wandering, he had ran into his fair share of demons and his dealings with them, left him with little trust to have one by his side in the daunting task that would be presented to them by the king. He left the two talking fighting his way through the crowds to reach the castle and see the king as many other undead would be doing. Some got out of his way just by looking at what he carried. In honesty though he thought what he carried was modest, with the only true thing showing his strength being his shield. The bow was merely a tool he found necessary to take on certain foes and had crafted to bring those who were airborne to a fair fight along with gathering a decent meal.
Despite his armor having fur on it, he felt rather cool within his protection and wore the armor of Ural with pride, at least knowing that he had had the title of knight to his name before loosing everything to the curse that branded him.
Despite his armor having fur on it, he felt rather cool within his protection and wore the armor of Ural with pride, at least knowing that he had had the title of knight to his name before loosing everything to the curse that branded him.
He strode through the streets of Terrace with his destination at sight. He walked with a step that showed what he was doing but in truth he had no idea, in fact he hardly had any recollection of his old life before a few weeks ago. The little he knew was his own name and what he had picked up from others. He was cursed, branded by the Dark Sign meaning he was undead, some would view it as a blessing others a curse. A blessing for the person branded never truly dies, yet if one looses hope, then the true curse comes, the person looses all sanity and becomes hollow. Along with this grim truth was only one thing he remembered, the dying words of an ancient beast he slayed, the first dragon he ever killed. In its dying breath he heard it speak one word:
Crossbreed
What this one word meant he did not know but he was determined to learn what it meant along with all the other things he had forgotten, even if it meant to kill every single dragon with his bare hands. His shield was enough to prove he was capable of slaying a dragon, it came from the same beast that gave him his new mission, the skull of the dragon with marks of what he could only assume were counts of the beasts he had killed in his three year journey. If that wasn't enough he could produce his bow which came from the bones of defeated animals and beasts with very few men being able to draw it and launch the greatarrows it fired.
Along with these weapons, he also had a sword with a magnificent blue blade. A greatsword named Lunaira, a sword that had been passed from father to son for several generations in his family. This was the blade he used to slay many foes in his travels. His armor told the story of where he came from, the fact fur was part of the design proved he came from the kingdom Ural, the kingdom far to the north famous for it's discovery of cryomancy. He knew little of the magic but enough to help as a final defense in combat.
He went up the steps of the Grand Citadel, taking off his armor and lifting up his shirt and turning around, showing the dark sign that marked him on his shoulder blade. Upon doing so he put the armor back on and entered walking through the throngs of others that were there. One person caught his eye, mostly because of all others who stood away from her. Why they did this he did not know but he would much rather stand in an open space then amongst the others so seeing an opportunity he managed to get out of the crowd and stand in the clear sphere that was made around the tall woman. He considered himself tall but she still stood another several inches higher then he, perhaps her size was why people kept clear, intimidated by her. He on the other hand did not mind and remained in the sphere awaiting for whoever would be giving them their task and telling them where to go.
Crossbreed
What this one word meant he did not know but he was determined to learn what it meant along with all the other things he had forgotten, even if it meant to kill every single dragon with his bare hands. His shield was enough to prove he was capable of slaying a dragon, it came from the same beast that gave him his new mission, the skull of the dragon with marks of what he could only assume were counts of the beasts he had killed in his three year journey. If that wasn't enough he could produce his bow which came from the bones of defeated animals and beasts with very few men being able to draw it and launch the greatarrows it fired.
Along with these weapons, he also had a sword with a magnificent blue blade. A greatsword named Lunaira, a sword that had been passed from father to son for several generations in his family. This was the blade he used to slay many foes in his travels. His armor told the story of where he came from, the fact fur was part of the design proved he came from the kingdom Ural, the kingdom far to the north famous for it's discovery of cryomancy. He knew little of the magic but enough to help as a final defense in combat.
He went up the steps of the Grand Citadel, taking off his armor and lifting up his shirt and turning around, showing the dark sign that marked him on his shoulder blade. Upon doing so he put the armor back on and entered walking through the throngs of others that were there. One person caught his eye, mostly because of all others who stood away from her. Why they did this he did not know but he would much rather stand in an open space then amongst the others so seeing an opportunity he managed to get out of the crowd and stand in the clear sphere that was made around the tall woman. He considered himself tall but she still stood another several inches higher then he, perhaps her size was why people kept clear, intimidated by her. He on the other hand did not mind and remained in the sphere awaiting for whoever would be giving them their task and telling them where to go.
Name: Zaccar
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Nationality: Ural
Appearance: Minus a bit of the cape though. Stands at around 6' 5'', this is believed to be more then likely due to his great great grandmother (who is referenced but we do not know, still have a cookie for anyone who can guess. XD). His eyes are actually more of a sea blue color with dark brown hair. The dark sign can be located on his left shoulder blade on his back. He is fairly muscular, enough so to be able to wield the weapons he has at least.
Equipment: Estus Flask, Green Blossoms, some mosses, his sword and shield (see below), a greatbow that rarely comes out unless necessary with some greatarrows (again see image below), A knife mostly for eating purposes as well as shaving, his armor of course like in the appearance section of the bio
Sword: Lunaira
Shield: Dragon's Bane
Greatbow: Twin-headed greatbow or he likes to call it the Penetrator (more references FTW!)
Backstory: It is said that one of his ancestors was a fair, maiden from a realm not of this plane (try to guess who I'm referencing and I'll give a cookie XD). It is unknown who she truely was but she had come to Ural when it was still a small town rather then a kingdom and gifted a child to a family who could never have any. With that as quickly as she had come to the village, she left, without saying a word or leaving a trace of being able to find her. The family raised this child and eventually this child would become to be Zaccar's great grandfather.
Zaccar was always a person of adventure and exploration. His favorite things as a child were the stories of old that talked about talltales of magnificent kingdoms and faraway places with heroic knights and the ever powerful lords that commanded them. His favorite being a tale of four knights under one lord who saved a realm from impending darkness caused by a powerful demon. Of course these were mere stories (or so they thought, with the time that has gone by some things disappear and are forgotten and reappear as mere tales), but these tales made him decide on what he wished to be as he grew older and older. He wished to defend his homeland and his fellow neighbor from what dangers there were in the world. That was what he did, he trained to be a knight, one skillful in the ways of sword and shield with a hint of cryomancy that was commonly practiced in Ural.
He was twenty-five when the first dragon in Ural was spotted and by then he was a knight in training, nearly done with his works. He and several others were sent out to combat the beast and he alone succeeded in making the killing blow, taking the skull as his trophy that he uses now as a shield to show his prowess in battle. His sword was gifted to him from his family something they said that had been with them for generations since his great grandfather had been left in Ural all those many years ago. A sword that's blade was a magnificent blue in color. He gave the sword it's first true name, Lunaira.
Yet his life would come crumbling down upon himself in due time. After the defeat of the dragon he was hero, he became a knight, and fell in love. When he turned thirty three though all that changed. A symbol appeared on him, one that was older then men itself, a symbol that could be viewed as a blessing as much as a curse. He was tainted with the dark sign and soon his memory began to fade into nothingness.
He arrived in Terrace, after three years of wandering but had no recollection of his past, only faded memories of people and nightmares that haunted him. He only knows that it had something to do with the dragons and believes that once they are all slayed he will gain what he has lost and only then be able to remember the truth. However is it better to not remember the grim truth and be happy or learn it and live miserably?.... (Foreshadowing FTW!)
The only thing he knows that has any relation to who he is, is one word spoken by the dragon he killed many years ago in its dying breath- "Crossbreed".
Upon entering Terrace he joined up with a covenant called the Remnants of the Sun, a covenant that he saw as being a worthy cause for a knight like himself.
Covenant: Remnants of the Sun (since the covenants did change between Dark Souls and Dark Souls 2 I figured there would be new ones or old ones (which were also in Dark Souls 2) that have different names. Remnants of the Sun would be basically the Sunbro covenant but after the first game it's following would of shrunk down, people having little hope of the lords returning and that only darkness would remain. The Remnants of the Sun though would be the most faithful who banded together and slowly they are returning again.
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Nationality: Ural
Appearance: Minus a bit of the cape though. Stands at around 6' 5'', this is believed to be more then likely due to his great great grandmother (who is referenced but we do not know, still have a cookie for anyone who can guess. XD). His eyes are actually more of a sea blue color with dark brown hair. The dark sign can be located on his left shoulder blade on his back. He is fairly muscular, enough so to be able to wield the weapons he has at least.
Equipment: Estus Flask, Green Blossoms, some mosses, his sword and shield (see below), a greatbow that rarely comes out unless necessary with some greatarrows (again see image below), A knife mostly for eating purposes as well as shaving, his armor of course like in the appearance section of the bio
Sword: Lunaira
Shield: Dragon's Bane
Greatbow: Twin-headed greatbow or he likes to call it the Penetrator (more references FTW!)
Backstory: It is said that one of his ancestors was a fair, maiden from a realm not of this plane (try to guess who I'm referencing and I'll give a cookie XD). It is unknown who she truely was but she had come to Ural when it was still a small town rather then a kingdom and gifted a child to a family who could never have any. With that as quickly as she had come to the village, she left, without saying a word or leaving a trace of being able to find her. The family raised this child and eventually this child would become to be Zaccar's great grandfather.
Zaccar was always a person of adventure and exploration. His favorite things as a child were the stories of old that talked about talltales of magnificent kingdoms and faraway places with heroic knights and the ever powerful lords that commanded them. His favorite being a tale of four knights under one lord who saved a realm from impending darkness caused by a powerful demon. Of course these were mere stories (or so they thought, with the time that has gone by some things disappear and are forgotten and reappear as mere tales), but these tales made him decide on what he wished to be as he grew older and older. He wished to defend his homeland and his fellow neighbor from what dangers there were in the world. That was what he did, he trained to be a knight, one skillful in the ways of sword and shield with a hint of cryomancy that was commonly practiced in Ural.
He was twenty-five when the first dragon in Ural was spotted and by then he was a knight in training, nearly done with his works. He and several others were sent out to combat the beast and he alone succeeded in making the killing blow, taking the skull as his trophy that he uses now as a shield to show his prowess in battle. His sword was gifted to him from his family something they said that had been with them for generations since his great grandfather had been left in Ural all those many years ago. A sword that's blade was a magnificent blue in color. He gave the sword it's first true name, Lunaira.
Yet his life would come crumbling down upon himself in due time. After the defeat of the dragon he was hero, he became a knight, and fell in love. When he turned thirty three though all that changed. A symbol appeared on him, one that was older then men itself, a symbol that could be viewed as a blessing as much as a curse. He was tainted with the dark sign and soon his memory began to fade into nothingness.
He arrived in Terrace, after three years of wandering but had no recollection of his past, only faded memories of people and nightmares that haunted him. He only knows that it had something to do with the dragons and believes that once they are all slayed he will gain what he has lost and only then be able to remember the truth. However is it better to not remember the grim truth and be happy or learn it and live miserably?.... (Foreshadowing FTW!)
The only thing he knows that has any relation to who he is, is one word spoken by the dragon he killed many years ago in its dying breath- "Crossbreed".
Upon entering Terrace he joined up with a covenant called the Remnants of the Sun, a covenant that he saw as being a worthy cause for a knight like himself.
Covenant: Remnants of the Sun (since the covenants did change between Dark Souls and Dark Souls 2 I figured there would be new ones or old ones (which were also in Dark Souls 2) that have different names. Remnants of the Sun would be basically the Sunbro covenant but after the first game it's following would of shrunk down, people having little hope of the lords returning and that only darkness would remain. The Remnants of the Sun though would be the most faithful who banded together and slowly they are returning again.
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