Post by Arthur Kirkland on Oct 16, 2010 12:08:53 GMT -8
Name: Vash Zwingli
Country of Origin: Switzerland
Gender Male
Age: 18
Height: 5'8
Weight: 180
Appearance:
Crew member of: [What crew are you in? DO NOT FILL THIS OUT UNTIL ACCEPTED INTO A CREW]
Status: [Are you a captain or crew member? YOU MUST MARK YOURSELF AS CREW IF NOT CAPTAIN-APPROVED BY AN ADMIN!]
Pet: [ONLY the CAPTAIN of a crew may have a pet. Think of it as the captain's parrot or monkey. A mascot of sorts for the ship. Ignore this if you are not a captain.]
Crest: [FOR CAPTAINS ONLY! The Crest of your crew]
Personality: When you first meet this young man, you think he looks completely harmless. When in fact this mans fiery temper, has gotten him in trouble and without many friends. He tries to be reclusive, and stay away from people, but that usually fails, and he ends up protecting someone. If only for a little bit. He is usually seen with guns, and lots of them, usually becoming trigger happy when things go out of order.
Although his outward and cold exterior can be tough to handle at times, hes actually a very sweet guy once you get to know him. The few friends he has, he is loyal too, and would protect with all his strength, even the ones he has not seen in the longest time, the ones he tries to forget about...
History: Vash had a rough childhood. He grew up fighting for himself, with no one to take care of him. He told himself he would make it big some day, a pirate of the seas. He had stared to slowly save every penny from all the odd jobs he would take on, his biggest being an assassin for a small company. But he grew tired of killing and and putting almost innocent lives at the line, man poor people were subjected because they never payed for a thirty cent apple, and of course Vash would have to get "rid" of them. He would look into the open sea and wonder what outside of Europe, something more than this? He was eager to find something better, something harder. He wanted to challenge himself, and what better possibilities were there, than across the sea. Of course he would have to get there by more possibly becoming a pirate, in wich he was aware, and more than happy too. As long as it didnt involve anyone with less than a mind.
Allegiance: Currently, Vash is indecisive. He wants to cross the sea, but as there are different ways, he will check them out in roleplay before deciding for sure.
How They Died: Nothing had prevented him for his untimely death. If he remembered, he would be sure to say that he could have protected himself better, to make sure that his country was safer than he had thought. Although he had spent most of the war in his hideaway in the mountains, he didnt always stay there, straying out in to his country to make sure his home was not invaded and safe.
He also kept a keen watch on his beloved sister Lichtenstein, and sometimes on someone else he rather not say. Hoping all of this would end, and the suffering would stop.
Vahs sat in the back room inside a hotel e was using for a small cover in the town of Shaffhausen, keeping watch on the German border, anything could happen. His eyes kept closing and opening with small jolts, everytime he relised he might be falling asleep. Clossing his eyes for what he thought could be the thousandth time, Vash heard something strange in the distance. What might be tires squeaking he thought, but pushed any possibilities to the back of his mind. Wich was his first mistake. The second was falling asleep for more than a half hour, allowing the assailants to pass into his borders and make they way into the town. Someone had disregarded orders and decided to try to make a small invasion into Swiss territory for its women.
His eyes shot open as he heard a piercing scream. He scrambled off the bed and ran for the window, glancing around at nothing but darkness and fog. He growled and grabbed a rifle, making his way out the door and down to the front entrance of the building.
Sneaking quietly outside with every skill he remembered, hestayed close to the wall, shadows creeping around him like a blanket, away from prying eyes.
As he looked around the corner he say the assailant and a young woman no older than he. Vash paused, raising his rifle up, aiming at the German mans head, wondering why the man thought he had any right to take the people from his land for pleasure. He waited, and at the right moment shot as the head was visible and the woman was out of the way, he didnt move for a few seconds then took his position beside the woman to see if she was still alright, and not as much damage had been done. Unfortunately for him that was a bad choice, as he never knew there was two other men standing a few feet away, waiting for him. If Vash had any sort of memory, the only thing spiraling around his head and conscience would be if that poor woman was alright.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: your mom
Country of Origin: Switzerland
Gender Male
Age: 18
Height: 5'8
Weight: 180
Appearance:
Crew member of: [What crew are you in? DO NOT FILL THIS OUT UNTIL ACCEPTED INTO A CREW]
Status: [Are you a captain or crew member? YOU MUST MARK YOURSELF AS CREW IF NOT CAPTAIN-APPROVED BY AN ADMIN!]
Pet: [ONLY the CAPTAIN of a crew may have a pet. Think of it as the captain's parrot or monkey. A mascot of sorts for the ship. Ignore this if you are not a captain.]
Crest: [FOR CAPTAINS ONLY! The Crest of your crew]
Personality: When you first meet this young man, you think he looks completely harmless. When in fact this mans fiery temper, has gotten him in trouble and without many friends. He tries to be reclusive, and stay away from people, but that usually fails, and he ends up protecting someone. If only for a little bit. He is usually seen with guns, and lots of them, usually becoming trigger happy when things go out of order.
Although his outward and cold exterior can be tough to handle at times, hes actually a very sweet guy once you get to know him. The few friends he has, he is loyal too, and would protect with all his strength, even the ones he has not seen in the longest time, the ones he tries to forget about...
History: Vash had a rough childhood. He grew up fighting for himself, with no one to take care of him. He told himself he would make it big some day, a pirate of the seas. He had stared to slowly save every penny from all the odd jobs he would take on, his biggest being an assassin for a small company. But he grew tired of killing and and putting almost innocent lives at the line, man poor people were subjected because they never payed for a thirty cent apple, and of course Vash would have to get "rid" of them. He would look into the open sea and wonder what outside of Europe, something more than this? He was eager to find something better, something harder. He wanted to challenge himself, and what better possibilities were there, than across the sea. Of course he would have to get there by more possibly becoming a pirate, in wich he was aware, and more than happy too. As long as it didnt involve anyone with less than a mind.
Allegiance: Currently, Vash is indecisive. He wants to cross the sea, but as there are different ways, he will check them out in roleplay before deciding for sure.
How They Died: Nothing had prevented him for his untimely death. If he remembered, he would be sure to say that he could have protected himself better, to make sure that his country was safer than he had thought. Although he had spent most of the war in his hideaway in the mountains, he didnt always stay there, straying out in to his country to make sure his home was not invaded and safe.
He also kept a keen watch on his beloved sister Lichtenstein, and sometimes on someone else he rather not say. Hoping all of this would end, and the suffering would stop.
Vahs sat in the back room inside a hotel e was using for a small cover in the town of Shaffhausen, keeping watch on the German border, anything could happen. His eyes kept closing and opening with small jolts, everytime he relised he might be falling asleep. Clossing his eyes for what he thought could be the thousandth time, Vash heard something strange in the distance. What might be tires squeaking he thought, but pushed any possibilities to the back of his mind. Wich was his first mistake. The second was falling asleep for more than a half hour, allowing the assailants to pass into his borders and make they way into the town. Someone had disregarded orders and decided to try to make a small invasion into Swiss territory for its women.
His eyes shot open as he heard a piercing scream. He scrambled off the bed and ran for the window, glancing around at nothing but darkness and fog. He growled and grabbed a rifle, making his way out the door and down to the front entrance of the building.
Sneaking quietly outside with every skill he remembered, hestayed close to the wall, shadows creeping around him like a blanket, away from prying eyes.
As he looked around the corner he say the assailant and a young woman no older than he. Vash paused, raising his rifle up, aiming at the German mans head, wondering why the man thought he had any right to take the people from his land for pleasure. He waited, and at the right moment shot as the head was visible and the woman was out of the way, he didnt move for a few seconds then took his position beside the woman to see if she was still alright, and not as much damage had been done. Unfortunately for him that was a bad choice, as he never knew there was two other men standing a few feet away, waiting for him. If Vash had any sort of memory, the only thing spiraling around his head and conscience would be if that poor woman was alright.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: your mom
