Post by Patrik on Apr 12, 2012 2:31:17 GMT -5
Your name: Rob
Age: 19
Availability: Afternoons, late nights, early mornings.
Would you be willing to take up a Moderator Position?: No, I don't have that kind of time available.
Would you be willing/able to play influential characters?: Maybe, depends on how my schedule looks going forward.
Character name: Patrik Dvorak
Age: 28
Ethnicity/Species: Czech
Summary of personality and appearance:
Looks: A wiry man, an array of small and large scars adorning the fine musculature of his body, coupled with a few Vory tattoos on his back and one on each forearm. He has black hair reaching halfway down his neck, swept back in a messy entanglement. His cheeks are slightly gaunt, making his cheekbones particularly pronounced. His nose is narrow, with nostrils that barely flare out at all, and settle a quarter inch above smirking lips. His eyes are bright blue.
Personality: A strict follower of the Thieves' Code. He shows a distinct lack of most emotions, the few he has ranging mostly between happy and disappointed. To him, pleasures of the flesh are of low importance, and pursuits of the mind highly important. He continues to pick locks and pockets not for the money, but because it offers a new opportunity for dozens, if not hundreds of factors to go wrong and force him to think on his feet.
Skills: Knife Fighting, Pickpocketing, Lockpicking, Brawling, Sneaking
Weapons: German Nahkampfmesser
Sample Post:
Patrik reached into his trench coat and pulled out a small cigarette case. Inside was an array of picks and wires. He withdrew one of each device and placed the tension wire in the bottom half of the lock, while inserting the pick in the upper portion. He applied some torque to the tension wire and started to fiddle with the pins inside the lock, the first one making a loud 'click' as it released. It wasn't long before four more 'clicks' sounded, and the door was open. The contents of the house were his for the taking...or they would be if he had any malign intent. He turned to the man that had been hovering over him like a nagging mother. "There you are sir, now then, about my fee?"
Age: 19
Availability: Afternoons, late nights, early mornings.
Would you be willing to take up a Moderator Position?: No, I don't have that kind of time available.
Would you be willing/able to play influential characters?: Maybe, depends on how my schedule looks going forward.
Character name: Patrik Dvorak
Age: 28
Ethnicity/Species: Czech
Summary of personality and appearance:
Looks: A wiry man, an array of small and large scars adorning the fine musculature of his body, coupled with a few Vory tattoos on his back and one on each forearm. He has black hair reaching halfway down his neck, swept back in a messy entanglement. His cheeks are slightly gaunt, making his cheekbones particularly pronounced. His nose is narrow, with nostrils that barely flare out at all, and settle a quarter inch above smirking lips. His eyes are bright blue.
Personality: A strict follower of the Thieves' Code. He shows a distinct lack of most emotions, the few he has ranging mostly between happy and disappointed. To him, pleasures of the flesh are of low importance, and pursuits of the mind highly important. He continues to pick locks and pockets not for the money, but because it offers a new opportunity for dozens, if not hundreds of factors to go wrong and force him to think on his feet.
Skills: Knife Fighting, Pickpocketing, Lockpicking, Brawling, Sneaking
Weapons: German Nahkampfmesser
Sample Post:
Patrik reached into his trench coat and pulled out a small cigarette case. Inside was an array of picks and wires. He withdrew one of each device and placed the tension wire in the bottom half of the lock, while inserting the pick in the upper portion. He applied some torque to the tension wire and started to fiddle with the pins inside the lock, the first one making a loud 'click' as it released. It wasn't long before four more 'clicks' sounded, and the door was open. The contents of the house were his for the taking...or they would be if he had any malign intent. He turned to the man that had been hovering over him like a nagging mother. "There you are sir, now then, about my fee?"
