Post by Neravarine on Jun 29, 2009 16:24:13 GMT -5
Name-Jack Crow
Race-Breton/Bosmer
Age-64(Though he looks mid twenties.)
Class- Otherworldly hunter(Vampires, werewolves, undead, deadra... etc...) Famous Adventurer
Faction- Order of the Virtuous Blood, though he mainly works alone.
Appearance- Jack is a lithe, lean muscled half elf of about 5-8. He has a dark brown eye, the other one an enchanted mechanical device of his own making that can sense living beings, and gives off a different color when it senses undead or otherworldly creatures. His right arm is also mechanical, a result of a vicious werewolf tearing the original one off. He is dressed in a flowing black and red coat and cloak that secretly hides a suit of mithril chainmail. He wears expensive black leather pants and boots and wears a cavalier hat with a white feather. Strapped to his back is a massive cherry wood crossbow, and an easy to reach quiver full of silver bolts. At his waist, held up by a pork skin belt, is an enchanted silver longsword. He also carries a small pack, full of items such as potions and food. If his hat is off (Which is rarely because he really loves that hat) he has his long dark brown hair braided into a ponytail. Last thing... Around his neck is an amulet, but not just any amulet, it is a necklace given to him by Meridia, the deadric princess of life energies, enemy of all undead. The amulet protects Jack against most magical abilities by otherworldly creatures, but not against common magic.
Personality-Witty and cunning... Maybe a little crazy, give or take insane. He stops at nothing until his target his down, his motto for his hunted victims that made the mistake of being known by the general public is, "Surrender or run". In the past he was reckless in his fight against unholy monstrosities, but after losing an arm, an eye, and a friend to vampirism, he has become more cautious and patient, sometimes to the point where he would wait days for his "prey". When it comes to the common people, he is blunt and slightly impatient, and sometimes the otherworldly hunter scares the citizens more than the bloodthirsty otherworldly beings. However, the reason he fights otherworldly beings is for the common people's protection... Or revenge... I always get those two mixed up. Perhaps it is both or neither.
History- Jack was born in a small, coastal village in Cryodil near the Gold Coast. His bosmer father was a ship master and his mother was a breton fine clothier and low ranking mage of the Mages Guild. Life was good, although a few citizens disproved of the union, Jack and his family lived in relative peace. One day, unknown to them all, a large clan of ravenous vampires made their way to their small but bustling village. They weren't silent and careful, due to loss in territory from a rival clan, they had been traveling for weeks without blood, and in their arrogance, simply besieged the clans and drank to their heart's content. Jack was shoved in a closet by his hysterical mother right when one burst into their house, white, soulless eyes hungry and sadistic grin on his face. His mother tried to fight back, but it was no use. She was almost bled dry, but still alive.
Quickly as they had come, the vampires left. The soon to be mentally disturbed Jack and his mother were the only ones left alive at their village, as Jack later found all the other villagers, including his father, piled up in the center of town. Trying in vain to take care of her, Jack wouldn't risk traveling to get help in case she died... On the third day Jack's mother gave into the full effects of vampirism, and attacked her horrified son. Still... Some remnant of a motherly instinct held her back, and begged her son to join in the immortality with her. The simply 10 year old was terrified and slightly disgusted at his former mother, and after refusing several times, Jack's mother in a blind age of grief and sadistic hunger lunged at her son. The legions finally managed to find their village and search for survivors... they found Jack at the front of their old house's doorway, holding a piece of wood, covered in blood, tears in his brown eyes as he stared with ragged gasps at the dead, unnatural figure on the floor that was his mother.
A year later, the order heard about Jack, and adopted him into their fold. The hatred for the creatures that did this to his parents and friends at the now ruinous village in which he lived burned a passion so fierce, it began to become his very mind. At age sixteen, he traveled with older, more experienced hunters as a way of doing his apprenticeship. He learned the tools of the trade, was exposed to how hunts really were, and had a few close calls himself. He seemed to have amazing luck however, and always bested his enemies, and managed to live to the age of twenty two, working with a new partner names Silvia, a beautiful imperial who had a similar past.
At first, the two hated eachother. Jack was brash, rude, hotheaded, and Silvia was careful, calculative, and smooth. During their hunts against unholy monstrosities, Jack would sometimes almost jeopardize the mission. Through what appeared to be sheer luck, did everything go well, and heated arguments could last days between the two. Over time however, the two developed a grugding respect for eachother, which over time, turned into something more. One day, they were assigned to slay a werewolf on the island of Solstiem, a nordic island off the coast of Morrowind. The mission was rigged. Old enemies that Jack made over his career laid an ambush for him, and being impatient as he was, even against Silvia's cries, chased after the werewolf as soon as he caught sight of it.
Several vampires and werewolves managed to lure the two in a trap, and during the massacre, Silvia fell in battle, Jack managing to fend the others off... But his right arm barely hung on by the threads of skin that were left by the werewolf's claws, and his left eye torn and bloodied... He passed out, only to awaken in an imperial temple shrine in the local fort. He was picked up by the imperial scouts who heard battle cries in the distance. Jack was told by the local priest they couldn't heal his arm or left eye completely, and had to amputate it. This didn't matter much to the hunter, he wanted to know what became of Silvia... The priest then grew sad... And showed Jack in the prison cells what became of her... snarling, giggling, and deformed, Silvia was suffering from multiple diseases carried by the lycanthrobes and the vampires, and and turned into a monster.
The guard did not kill her... Waiting for a proffessional to do the job, as Jack was told. Without a word, Jack grabbed the key, his sword, and beheaded Silvia in her cell... Burying her on the island of Solstiem with an expensive tombstone, Jack returned to Cyrodil, where he would stare at the ceiling without a word. Finally, the man finally got out of bed and traveled to Morrowind. There, he studied dwarven technologies and enchantments, and there he worked for weeks making his eye and arm so he could take up the hunt again. It has been so since... Becoming legendary in his expertise, creatures of the night fled in terror before him. Whole vampiric clans had fallen before his insane might, packs of werewolves had been decimated, deadra had been slain... Death is not an option for him. He will not rest until all such creatures burn in the pits of Oblivion...
Equipment- Mithril chainmail
Amulet of Meridia
studded tight leather gloves
Black leather boots
Black leather pants
Silk cloak and coat
Cherry wood crossbow
Quiver full of silver bolts
Enchanted Fire Silver longsword(Silver Flame)
deerskin pack
5 potions of cure common disease
5 potions of healing
Bread loaf
Cheese hunk
apple
cavalier hat with a white feather
Race-Breton/Bosmer
Age-64(Though he looks mid twenties.)
Class- Otherworldly hunter(Vampires, werewolves, undead, deadra... etc...) Famous Adventurer
Faction- Order of the Virtuous Blood, though he mainly works alone.
Appearance- Jack is a lithe, lean muscled half elf of about 5-8. He has a dark brown eye, the other one an enchanted mechanical device of his own making that can sense living beings, and gives off a different color when it senses undead or otherworldly creatures. His right arm is also mechanical, a result of a vicious werewolf tearing the original one off. He is dressed in a flowing black and red coat and cloak that secretly hides a suit of mithril chainmail. He wears expensive black leather pants and boots and wears a cavalier hat with a white feather. Strapped to his back is a massive cherry wood crossbow, and an easy to reach quiver full of silver bolts. At his waist, held up by a pork skin belt, is an enchanted silver longsword. He also carries a small pack, full of items such as potions and food. If his hat is off (Which is rarely because he really loves that hat) he has his long dark brown hair braided into a ponytail. Last thing... Around his neck is an amulet, but not just any amulet, it is a necklace given to him by Meridia, the deadric princess of life energies, enemy of all undead. The amulet protects Jack against most magical abilities by otherworldly creatures, but not against common magic.
Personality-Witty and cunning... Maybe a little crazy, give or take insane. He stops at nothing until his target his down, his motto for his hunted victims that made the mistake of being known by the general public is, "Surrender or run". In the past he was reckless in his fight against unholy monstrosities, but after losing an arm, an eye, and a friend to vampirism, he has become more cautious and patient, sometimes to the point where he would wait days for his "prey". When it comes to the common people, he is blunt and slightly impatient, and sometimes the otherworldly hunter scares the citizens more than the bloodthirsty otherworldly beings. However, the reason he fights otherworldly beings is for the common people's protection... Or revenge... I always get those two mixed up. Perhaps it is both or neither.
History- Jack was born in a small, coastal village in Cryodil near the Gold Coast. His bosmer father was a ship master and his mother was a breton fine clothier and low ranking mage of the Mages Guild. Life was good, although a few citizens disproved of the union, Jack and his family lived in relative peace. One day, unknown to them all, a large clan of ravenous vampires made their way to their small but bustling village. They weren't silent and careful, due to loss in territory from a rival clan, they had been traveling for weeks without blood, and in their arrogance, simply besieged the clans and drank to their heart's content. Jack was shoved in a closet by his hysterical mother right when one burst into their house, white, soulless eyes hungry and sadistic grin on his face. His mother tried to fight back, but it was no use. She was almost bled dry, but still alive.
Quickly as they had come, the vampires left. The soon to be mentally disturbed Jack and his mother were the only ones left alive at their village, as Jack later found all the other villagers, including his father, piled up in the center of town. Trying in vain to take care of her, Jack wouldn't risk traveling to get help in case she died... On the third day Jack's mother gave into the full effects of vampirism, and attacked her horrified son. Still... Some remnant of a motherly instinct held her back, and begged her son to join in the immortality with her. The simply 10 year old was terrified and slightly disgusted at his former mother, and after refusing several times, Jack's mother in a blind age of grief and sadistic hunger lunged at her son. The legions finally managed to find their village and search for survivors... they found Jack at the front of their old house's doorway, holding a piece of wood, covered in blood, tears in his brown eyes as he stared with ragged gasps at the dead, unnatural figure on the floor that was his mother.
A year later, the order heard about Jack, and adopted him into their fold. The hatred for the creatures that did this to his parents and friends at the now ruinous village in which he lived burned a passion so fierce, it began to become his very mind. At age sixteen, he traveled with older, more experienced hunters as a way of doing his apprenticeship. He learned the tools of the trade, was exposed to how hunts really were, and had a few close calls himself. He seemed to have amazing luck however, and always bested his enemies, and managed to live to the age of twenty two, working with a new partner names Silvia, a beautiful imperial who had a similar past.
At first, the two hated eachother. Jack was brash, rude, hotheaded, and Silvia was careful, calculative, and smooth. During their hunts against unholy monstrosities, Jack would sometimes almost jeopardize the mission. Through what appeared to be sheer luck, did everything go well, and heated arguments could last days between the two. Over time however, the two developed a grugding respect for eachother, which over time, turned into something more. One day, they were assigned to slay a werewolf on the island of Solstiem, a nordic island off the coast of Morrowind. The mission was rigged. Old enemies that Jack made over his career laid an ambush for him, and being impatient as he was, even against Silvia's cries, chased after the werewolf as soon as he caught sight of it.
Several vampires and werewolves managed to lure the two in a trap, and during the massacre, Silvia fell in battle, Jack managing to fend the others off... But his right arm barely hung on by the threads of skin that were left by the werewolf's claws, and his left eye torn and bloodied... He passed out, only to awaken in an imperial temple shrine in the local fort. He was picked up by the imperial scouts who heard battle cries in the distance. Jack was told by the local priest they couldn't heal his arm or left eye completely, and had to amputate it. This didn't matter much to the hunter, he wanted to know what became of Silvia... The priest then grew sad... And showed Jack in the prison cells what became of her... snarling, giggling, and deformed, Silvia was suffering from multiple diseases carried by the lycanthrobes and the vampires, and and turned into a monster.
The guard did not kill her... Waiting for a proffessional to do the job, as Jack was told. Without a word, Jack grabbed the key, his sword, and beheaded Silvia in her cell... Burying her on the island of Solstiem with an expensive tombstone, Jack returned to Cyrodil, where he would stare at the ceiling without a word. Finally, the man finally got out of bed and traveled to Morrowind. There, he studied dwarven technologies and enchantments, and there he worked for weeks making his eye and arm so he could take up the hunt again. It has been so since... Becoming legendary in his expertise, creatures of the night fled in terror before him. Whole vampiric clans had fallen before his insane might, packs of werewolves had been decimated, deadra had been slain... Death is not an option for him. He will not rest until all such creatures burn in the pits of Oblivion...
Equipment- Mithril chainmail
Amulet of Meridia
studded tight leather gloves
Black leather boots
Black leather pants
Silk cloak and coat
Cherry wood crossbow
Quiver full of silver bolts
Enchanted Fire Silver longsword(Silver Flame)
deerskin pack
5 potions of cure common disease
5 potions of healing
Bread loaf
Cheese hunk
apple
cavalier hat with a white feather
