Post by Blackdawn on Apr 21, 2015 11:54:32 GMT -7
Name: Blackdawn Steele
Nickname: Sometimes referred to as "The Decanus" despite his rank being much higher.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 184lbs
Nationality: Crystalian
Occupation: A solider of the Crystal Legion, ranked Tribunus Legionis.
Allegiance: The Crystal Empire
Marital Status: Single
Hair: Short un-impressive brown with a bushy beard.
Eyes: Silver and full of hatred.
Living Relatives: Its assumed they're either dead or in the mines.
Flight or Magic: N/A
General Description: Average appearance, muscular and a little battle scarred. Theses scars are made up of many on his chest and arms, a few on his face, and one across his left eye.
His armour is the Centurion armor, slightly modified to look more like the Legate's. He rarely wears his helmet, he prefers for his enemies to see his face before he ends their life.
His weapons are dual Kukuri styled machetes for lighter combat, and a two handed Dao for when something needs to be REALLY dead.
Skills: Blackdawn may not be the smartest, but he received the best education he could. Said education was the basics, with the addition of battle tactics, combat, and surprisingly, art. He is well trained in combat, and is not one to fuck with. Despite his appearance and general personality, he can talk through some encounters without violence.
Faults: The man has a temper, most tend leave it at that. He's reckless because of this, getting cocky and/or furious at the worst of times. He's blind in his left eye, mishap during his early days in the Legion. He only kills, never simply "injures". If you're ever hit by him, it's not just a flesh wound. Loud.
History: Blackdawn was born in the Crystal Empire, in a small house built outside of Stoneville. From a young age, he was fascinated with the Legion. He studied them with a passion, planning on joining their ranks.
He did so, joining at age 22. He rose through the ranks quickly, becoming a Decanus his first year. During his early years, he made a mistake of judgment and in turn lost his left eye to a Lunar Rebel.
By the time he was 29, he was a Tribunus Legionis. From his time in the Legion, he had only been in he same room as the Legate once or twice, but from what he had seen of her, he became obsessed. Ever since, he longs to stand beside her in battle. Through constant pestering, he managed to get custom armour based off of The Legate's.
Nickname: Sometimes referred to as "The Decanus" despite his rank being much higher.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 184lbs
Nationality: Crystalian
Occupation: A solider of the Crystal Legion, ranked Tribunus Legionis.
Allegiance: The Crystal Empire
Marital Status: Single
Hair: Short un-impressive brown with a bushy beard.
Eyes: Silver and full of hatred.
Living Relatives: Its assumed they're either dead or in the mines.
Flight or Magic: N/A
General Description: Average appearance, muscular and a little battle scarred. Theses scars are made up of many on his chest and arms, a few on his face, and one across his left eye.
His armour is the Centurion armor, slightly modified to look more like the Legate's. He rarely wears his helmet, he prefers for his enemies to see his face before he ends their life.
His weapons are dual Kukuri styled machetes for lighter combat, and a two handed Dao for when something needs to be REALLY dead.
Skills: Blackdawn may not be the smartest, but he received the best education he could. Said education was the basics, with the addition of battle tactics, combat, and surprisingly, art. He is well trained in combat, and is not one to fuck with. Despite his appearance and general personality, he can talk through some encounters without violence.
Faults: The man has a temper, most tend leave it at that. He's reckless because of this, getting cocky and/or furious at the worst of times. He's blind in his left eye, mishap during his early days in the Legion. He only kills, never simply "injures". If you're ever hit by him, it's not just a flesh wound. Loud.
History: Blackdawn was born in the Crystal Empire, in a small house built outside of Stoneville. From a young age, he was fascinated with the Legion. He studied them with a passion, planning on joining their ranks.
He did so, joining at age 22. He rose through the ranks quickly, becoming a Decanus his first year. During his early years, he made a mistake of judgment and in turn lost his left eye to a Lunar Rebel.
By the time he was 29, he was a Tribunus Legionis. From his time in the Legion, he had only been in he same room as the Legate once or twice, but from what he had seen of her, he became obsessed. Ever since, he longs to stand beside her in battle. Through constant pestering, he managed to get custom armour based off of The Legate's.
