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Rain
Topic Started: Feb 11 2011, 01:19 PM (88 Views)
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Name: Rain
State Name:N/A
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Age : 28
Gender:Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Ishvalan

Height:5'8
Weight: 152 lbs
Eye color:Red
Hair color: Gray
Garb:Tattered: Tan shirt, sand scorched sandals and brown pants. He carries a quiver with 20 arrows and his bow. The quiver contains arrows, wood, string, and some blades to make arrows. He has two knives for combat and a knife made especially for widdling arrows.

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Personality:He is a gentle person to those who respect him as a person. He trusts no one, hardly even himself. Tends to turn a blind eye to most things that aren't in his path, but will occasionally go out of the way to help some people.
Likes: To stay on his own, to be left in peace, enjoying quiet moments.
Dislikes: The twisted games of the Amestrian people, mainly their Military.Interference into his path. He also for an unknown reason doesn't like red wine.

Skills:Archery is his most prized skill, he can make is own arrows with the supplies in his quiver and repair his bow when needed. It is possible for him to make other kinds of arrows if he has the supplies, but rarely does. He is also a semi-talented knife fighter. Rain tends to exercise a lot do to having no transportation of his own, which in turn as made him fast and quite agile.

Family: He had a mother and father when he was younger. But is pretty sure they were killed.

History: (The following paragraphs are not in order, and they are appearing as flashbacks to Rain. So it is incomplete and will remain as such for a more lucrative role-play experience.)

Awaking in his bed he looks over to the door, "Mother? Father?" he says wearily. Sounds of thuds and slams are heard through the house. He moves the covers aside and steps towards the door rubbing his eyes. He yawns and opens the door, looking down the hall a voice inside of him calls out, "No it wasn't like this! was it? Urghhh damn I can't seem to remember!"

The flap of the tent blows freely in the breeze as he emerges and sees several Amestrian people come rushing toward their encampment. The crowd gathers closer as he gazes from one tent to another, refugees he had been traveling with have heard the commotion and began emerging as well. The crowd begins shouting obscene words and phrases as the move in, some throwing bottles and torches. Rain reaches for his knives as he steps out towards them. Several Amestrian military troops step forward. "Alright enough! By the order of the Amestrian government this land is private property to citizens and as you Ishvalans are not owners of this land you need to clear out." the leader spoke with a harsh tone.An old man near Rain calmly responded "B-but there is nowhere we can rest for the night. Can we leave in the morning?" The soldier waved his hand in a motion acknowledging two others to grab the man. As the two men came to the old man grabbing him and forcing him into the dirt the leader spoke again in the same harsh tone. "Did you not hear me?!" he laughed and began to walk away. Rain infuriated by this gross amount of disrespect threw two knives into the soldiers who forced the old man into the dirt. They screamed in agony as he walked over and pulled the knives out, "I have had enough of this running, and moving and constant beratement from you Amestris and your so called Military peace keepers. This is were your tyranny ends!" The leader slightly stunned by this action against his men hesitated before pulling his sidearm. He cleared the pistol from the holster but Rain was already upon him knives to his throat. "Now let me cleanse your soul of your wicked deeds." He said in a serious and calm tone as the knife blade sliced across the military mans throat. Taking the guns away from the deceased he turned to the crowd his red eyes showing his vengeance.

"Come here son. Shh quietly now, grab that bow and these arrows." a voice says to him from the darkness. Doing as he is told he walks to the voice bow and arrows in hand, "Yes, father." "Today son I'm going to show you how make your own arrows if ever needed while you're on the hunt." His father said as he smiled. "Very few men know this ancient secret anymore as most have switched to rifles and other firearms. But for a true hunter stealth is all you will ever need. Remember that my son." They both heard foot steps walking closer to them as they turned to the noise and back to each other. "Oh quickly Rain hide the bow before your mother catches us again." his father said.

RP Sample: (I was wondering if my history could double for the RP sample? If not I can write something most likely non-linear to anything provided in his story, for show I suppose.)
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It seems like a good plan to me, with the History and stuff. So I will let it happen. But let Danii approve it and you will be good to go.
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Haha, You're good to go. Accepted.
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