Heat
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- Old Guild Username: Heat
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5 yrs ago
Undertow only makes me think of Tool. Good album though.
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5 yrs ago
Incest in 1x1 interest check. Opinion invalidated.
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5 yrs ago
Yeah don’t ever recall BLM charging the US Capitol building, scaling the walls, attacking Capitol police and breaking windows to enter.
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5 yrs ago
RIP America 1776 - 2021. We had a good run.
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6 yrs ago
If I am made mod I will do what everyone truly desires and delete the status bar.
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Bio
ABOUT ME:
- Male.
- EST USA timezone.
- Been RPing since 2011.
- Mainly into sci-fi RPs.
- GM'd and been a player in too many roleplays to list.
CURRENT ROLEPLAYS:
Fin.
Feel free to hit me up if you wanna RP with me or have a RP idea you think I might be into.
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Zyre followed the others into the tavern, lagging behind everyone else for a moment as he paused to notice the table they were to be sat at, his expression changing to one of mild disappointment as he noticed the ale, he needed something classier, so he turned to one of the pretty bar maidens and flashed a charming smile at her as he spoke to her, issuing the simple request for her to bring a glass of red wine to him at his table. She nodded as Zyre moved to the table, lowered his hood and sat down.
He crossed his arms and remained silent as he listened to his new team tell their stories, some came from humble beginnings, others with some extraordinary tales to themselves. Zyre himself hated to speak of the past, he really had nothing to say. He glanced to see the waitress hand him a glass of wine, which he grasped, then with his free hand he flipped a coin to her hands. The assassin brought the glass to his mouth, taking an extended sip.
The taste almost made him grin in relief, he hadn't drank wine in some time, then again it was rare in his life that he was able to just sit back and relax, maybe light a candle, read a book, eat a sandwich. He placed the glass on the table carefully, then waited for the latest member of the mercenary band to speak as Zyre rose his voice to introduce himself as his eyes explored those at the table, putting names to faces.
"I am Zyre Le Maitre, I hail from the isle of Baellar. I've slit throats for coin and fought armies for jewels. I've been all over the world, across seas and under bridges. I have experience with mercenary bands when I joined one after my parents passed and I had to fake my age. I spent several years with that group then went my own way which has led me here," He paused to take a sip of wine. "I'm skilled with swords, knives and arrows. I'll fight wherever you request me to, whether that involves me slipping into an enemy's camp silently or charging the frontlines, it does not matter to me."
He finished speaking, then took another drink of his wine before placing the nearly empty glass down to reach across the table to grasp a pin, which he hooked onto his armor just below his collar. He then leaned back in the chair, eager to get going on their journey, a single finger twirling around the top of the wine glass.
He crossed his arms and remained silent as he listened to his new team tell their stories, some came from humble beginnings, others with some extraordinary tales to themselves. Zyre himself hated to speak of the past, he really had nothing to say. He glanced to see the waitress hand him a glass of wine, which he grasped, then with his free hand he flipped a coin to her hands. The assassin brought the glass to his mouth, taking an extended sip.
The taste almost made him grin in relief, he hadn't drank wine in some time, then again it was rare in his life that he was able to just sit back and relax, maybe light a candle, read a book, eat a sandwich. He placed the glass on the table carefully, then waited for the latest member of the mercenary band to speak as Zyre rose his voice to introduce himself as his eyes explored those at the table, putting names to faces.
"I am Zyre Le Maitre, I hail from the isle of Baellar. I've slit throats for coin and fought armies for jewels. I've been all over the world, across seas and under bridges. I have experience with mercenary bands when I joined one after my parents passed and I had to fake my age. I spent several years with that group then went my own way which has led me here," He paused to take a sip of wine. "I'm skilled with swords, knives and arrows. I'll fight wherever you request me to, whether that involves me slipping into an enemy's camp silently or charging the frontlines, it does not matter to me."
He finished speaking, then took another drink of his wine before placing the nearly empty glass down to reach across the table to grasp a pin, which he hooked onto his armor just below his collar. He then leaned back in the chair, eager to get going on their journey, a single finger twirling around the top of the wine glass.
UnendingEmpire said
I second this movement.
Thirded.
Zyre Le Maitre
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10
Squad Role: Marine
Appearance: Zyre's most noticeable feature is a scar on his left cheek. He has striking green eyes and his brown hair is cut into a tight buzz cut, the buzz cut is accompanied by a light beard which he keeps trimmed and managed. His skin is of an olive tone and he covers all of it except for his face and head with clothing. He tends to keep the hood on his armor raised, the exceptions to this is when he is around close friends or in formal situations such as speaking to somebody of high regard.
He keeps on him two identical shortswords, a dagger and a crossbow with bolts.
Origin: Baellarian
Background: Zyre was born in the island city of Baellar off the coast of the Great Chthonad Wastes. His father was a guard who routinely protected caravans and ships which traveled around the area. As such his father was not around that often, most of the time away from home making money for the family. Due to this, Zyre was cared for by his mother who worked as nurse in a hospital in the city. His family itself did not live in the city, they lived outside of it, on the outskirts where it was much more affordable. His childhood was simple for awhile, he went to school, learned how to write, read and all the basic things a child is taught. He worked for a neighbor who was a cobbler when he was a teenager, up until the age of fourteen he spent much of his time working with the man, even getting paid a little for his assistance.
His life was turned upside down when his mother was murdered while Zyre was away from home and his father was out on work. The man who committed the crimes was a former friend of his father who believed he was betrayed by Zyre's father in an issue involving payment over a guard job. Enraged and disturbed by his mother's death, Zyre swore revenge and within a week he tracked the man down and drove a knife into the back the murderer's neck. This sent him down the path which would lead him to become what he is today, an assassin and mercenary.
His father returned home soon afterwards to grieve and care for his son. Zyre admitted to his father that he had taken revenge on the man, recounting the sight of seeing the life fade as the blade went through flesh and bone, along with how it just felt right extinguishing the life of a vile man who wronged him and his family. Zyre's father at first responded with surprise, then realized that his son was not a child anymore, so he immediately began training him in the art of combat. Soon though his father had to return to work and did just that, taking up a job escorting a boat across the Sea of Inara.
Several days later, Zyre received a letter detailing how the boat his father was on had gone missing, likely sunk by pirates. The fifteen year old Zyre was saddened but he did not cry, instead remembering his father as a hard working man who taught Zyre everything he knew about combat. So he left home, selling his childhood home for whatever money he could get, then bought a sword and left Baellar, crossing over to the Great Chthonad Wastes, where at the age of sixteen he joined a mercenary group, faking his age. He was successful with the mercenary group, eventually being taught how to wield a shortened blade in each hand in combat effectively. He served a nitch as the mercenary band's assassin, he was the one who scouted ahead into enemy camps, slicing throats and shooting arrows into the enemies before they even knew he was there.
After four years with the mercenaries, he left, taking a high paying offer to take out a political opponent of a man his mercenary group had worked with. He took the target out flawlessly, putting a bolt right through the man's heart. After that he began to get more and more offers, carefully choosing whatever ones he could make the most out of. He has spent the time since that first assassination moving from place to place, wherever the contracts take him. He became quite wealthy from the job while establishing a reputation as a very skilled assassin. The rumors of a wanted assassin only known as "Z", making their ways into the ears and mouths of people who were interested in his services.
He found himself in The Alabaster City, then he heard the rumors of a mercenary group looking for any skilled persons to join them on a journey. This peaked his interest, so he strolled down to the docks and signed a contract, joining up with the band. He remained vague on any details that might identify him as wanted assassin, even though he doubted any of his new merc allies would try to turn him into the authorities, he'd be much more useful as one of them, watching their backs, his blades pointed at whatever enemies they would encounter.
Skills: Zyre is very skilled in wielding two short swords in combat. His form with the blades relies on speed and reflexes over strength and brutality. He uses his quickness to his advantage, aiming the blades for vital areas on the opponent as well as weaknesses in their armor. He is also solid with a crossbow but prefers using his blades, seeing it as a more personal approach. He tends to stick to the shadows, or blends in with the crowds, though he can be very effective in direct combat.
Reason for joining the Fifth Echelon: The promise of fame along with money, as well as adventure.
Other information: N/A
The signature below, hereby, signs up Zyre Le Maitre under the service of the Fifth Echelon Mercenary Host, for a period of three months.
Zyre Le Maitre is allowed to freely leave before the three months, after being paid for the amount he or she served, only after the first major engagement.
4 Silver coins a week of service. Bonus coinage or rewards may be given depending on quality of service or performance during engagements.
Signature: Zyre Le Maitre
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10
Squad Role: Marine
Appearance: Zyre's most noticeable feature is a scar on his left cheek. He has striking green eyes and his brown hair is cut into a tight buzz cut, the buzz cut is accompanied by a light beard which he keeps trimmed and managed. His skin is of an olive tone and he covers all of it except for his face and head with clothing. He tends to keep the hood on his armor raised, the exceptions to this is when he is around close friends or in formal situations such as speaking to somebody of high regard.
He keeps on him two identical shortswords, a dagger and a crossbow with bolts.
Origin: Baellarian
Background: Zyre was born in the island city of Baellar off the coast of the Great Chthonad Wastes. His father was a guard who routinely protected caravans and ships which traveled around the area. As such his father was not around that often, most of the time away from home making money for the family. Due to this, Zyre was cared for by his mother who worked as nurse in a hospital in the city. His family itself did not live in the city, they lived outside of it, on the outskirts where it was much more affordable. His childhood was simple for awhile, he went to school, learned how to write, read and all the basic things a child is taught. He worked for a neighbor who was a cobbler when he was a teenager, up until the age of fourteen he spent much of his time working with the man, even getting paid a little for his assistance.
His life was turned upside down when his mother was murdered while Zyre was away from home and his father was out on work. The man who committed the crimes was a former friend of his father who believed he was betrayed by Zyre's father in an issue involving payment over a guard job. Enraged and disturbed by his mother's death, Zyre swore revenge and within a week he tracked the man down and drove a knife into the back the murderer's neck. This sent him down the path which would lead him to become what he is today, an assassin and mercenary.
His father returned home soon afterwards to grieve and care for his son. Zyre admitted to his father that he had taken revenge on the man, recounting the sight of seeing the life fade as the blade went through flesh and bone, along with how it just felt right extinguishing the life of a vile man who wronged him and his family. Zyre's father at first responded with surprise, then realized that his son was not a child anymore, so he immediately began training him in the art of combat. Soon though his father had to return to work and did just that, taking up a job escorting a boat across the Sea of Inara.
Several days later, Zyre received a letter detailing how the boat his father was on had gone missing, likely sunk by pirates. The fifteen year old Zyre was saddened but he did not cry, instead remembering his father as a hard working man who taught Zyre everything he knew about combat. So he left home, selling his childhood home for whatever money he could get, then bought a sword and left Baellar, crossing over to the Great Chthonad Wastes, where at the age of sixteen he joined a mercenary group, faking his age. He was successful with the mercenary group, eventually being taught how to wield a shortened blade in each hand in combat effectively. He served a nitch as the mercenary band's assassin, he was the one who scouted ahead into enemy camps, slicing throats and shooting arrows into the enemies before they even knew he was there.
After four years with the mercenaries, he left, taking a high paying offer to take out a political opponent of a man his mercenary group had worked with. He took the target out flawlessly, putting a bolt right through the man's heart. After that he began to get more and more offers, carefully choosing whatever ones he could make the most out of. He has spent the time since that first assassination moving from place to place, wherever the contracts take him. He became quite wealthy from the job while establishing a reputation as a very skilled assassin. The rumors of a wanted assassin only known as "Z", making their ways into the ears and mouths of people who were interested in his services.
He found himself in The Alabaster City, then he heard the rumors of a mercenary group looking for any skilled persons to join them on a journey. This peaked his interest, so he strolled down to the docks and signed a contract, joining up with the band. He remained vague on any details that might identify him as wanted assassin, even though he doubted any of his new merc allies would try to turn him into the authorities, he'd be much more useful as one of them, watching their backs, his blades pointed at whatever enemies they would encounter.
Skills: Zyre is very skilled in wielding two short swords in combat. His form with the blades relies on speed and reflexes over strength and brutality. He uses his quickness to his advantage, aiming the blades for vital areas on the opponent as well as weaknesses in their armor. He is also solid with a crossbow but prefers using his blades, seeing it as a more personal approach. He tends to stick to the shadows, or blends in with the crowds, though he can be very effective in direct combat.
Reason for joining the Fifth Echelon: The promise of fame along with money, as well as adventure.
Other information: N/A
The signature below, hereby, signs up Zyre Le Maitre under the service of the Fifth Echelon Mercenary Host, for a period of three months.
Zyre Le Maitre is allowed to freely leave before the three months, after being paid for the amount he or she served, only after the first major engagement.
4 Silver coins a week of service. Bonus coinage or rewards may be given depending on quality of service or performance during engagements.
Signature: Zyre Le Maitre
I'll get my character up in a bit.
Such a brilliant song off a phenomenal album.
I'm interested.
I just have to decide between an alcoholic, warhammer swinging brute or a smooth assassin. Hm...
I just have to decide between an alcoholic, warhammer swinging brute or a smooth assassin. Hm...
Pastel Moon said
Interested in roleplaying with you, but it's pretty late and I have no ideas.Thought I'd comment here so I wouldn't forget to in the morning.PM me when you get the chance?
PM'd.
Lunar_Melody said
Hello there.
I'll PM you.
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