Description
A six foot tall man, graced with a fair contenance stands loosely
at attention. Flowing, black hair that matches the darkest of nights
in color, is tied back behind his shoulders with a single dark strand
of twine. Eyes light brown as the desert sands with a tan to match,
exotic is the only word coming to mind. Clad in skin hugging metallic
armor, draped under jet-black cloth to prevent any unwanted glintings.
Broad shoulders, and rock hard muscles accompany this man, and the
sure grip of his hands upon a sword hilt withers away any doubt of
combat incompetentcy. The arms are the only part of his body that
displays the most flesh. Though he wear sleeves, the shoulder ends
are both cut open to display tatooed words. "Sure" is engraved upon
the left, with "Swift" upon the right. All of the sudden, a slight
breeze that happens by shifts the front bangs upon his forehead to
show another tatooed word. "Justice" is engraved, but unlike the
black ink used in the others, this one is in blood.
Role
Childhood's Death
Added Tue Nov 9 22:57:22 2004 at level 4:
A thunder of hoofbeats fades away from sound in a burning farming
village. Humble homes of happiness, toil, and sweat are effortlessly
reduced to ash. Bodies of the dead littering the streets, and collecting
in pools of blood. Men, women, children, carnage and death knows no age
or sex. A lone figure left to wander the slaughter, staggering in the
first stages of learning how to walk for the first time. Tears stream
down the child's face, and the wails of woe are taken up by a single
voice amid the destruction of the consequences of chaos and lawlessness.
The Wanted
Added Tue Nov 9 22:59:47 2004 at level 4:
Anarchists, bandits, outlaws, so many names, so many deceiving
words. Yet I know their true calling, murders and killers of
the innocent is what they are. Unfit to live among society and
too stubborn to truly see what they take for granted. Joy and
delight at the sight of glinting gold and silver, the means
justifying the ends, the ways and thoughts of those wallowing
in avarice. Criminials are no better than the diseases that
harm the body and poison the mind. Caring for no one but
themselves, and would most likely gut their mother if that
would help them acheive what they want. Bastards all, but all
in due time, innocent until proven guilty. The innocent should
not be unfairly cast in with the guilty. But for those who have
been proven as such, a long drop and a short stop awaits them.