Post by Richter Gates on Sept 6, 2012 16:54:30 GMT -5
Basics
Full Name: Richter Aaron Gates V
Nickname: Ric, Richie, "Flametongue"
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty two
Date of Birth: March 21, 1980
Orientation: Straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: American
Birthplace/Place of origin: Brooklyn, New York
Appearance
Play-by: Hugh Jackman (Van Helsing version)
Hair: Dark brown, shoulder length.
Eyes: Hazel
Physical built: Athletic body with broad shoulders and toned muscles. A fighter's build. He stands at a rather tall height of six feet and four inches, give or take a few centimeters.
Markings/tattoos/piercings: A colored tattoo of a flaming bird on his back. The wings stretch over each shoulder blade, the body reaches further down with the talons ending at the very lower back. The top of its head can be seen on the back of his neck. Also, a trail of black fire snakes around his arm from his shoulder to the back of his hand.
Clothing style: He goes old school with a nice black, button up shirt with a dark vest over that. His coat, however, is a long and heavy trench coat with leather straps and harnesses adorning it. His pants fit perfectly, custom made light leather of a dark color. Giving up shoes, he wears soft leather black boots, laced to the knee but his pants go over them to the ankle. Full gloves or fingerless are worn occasionally.
Anything else: Do weapons count? If so, a sword sheathed in a scabbard on his back.
Clan
Clan: Ignis
Elementalist: Yes
Rank: Knight
Power Level: Intermediate (3)
Allegiance: He believes in the Ignis Clan and would die for it. He is fiercely loyal and is nigh impossible to sway or bribe.
Information Dump
Interests: Reading, Sword Training, Hot Tea, Clan Wars, Fiery Women.
Job: Besides being a Knight for the Ignis Clan, he has a side job as a medieval weapons specialist, owning a shop for such.
Fears/phobias: Fears dying alone, Acrophobic.
Talents: Expert swordsman, he brings a sword to a gun fight, it's an even match. Superb Metabolism, or something like that, he can ingest a lot of alcohol and only getting slightly drunk. Skilled Tactician, he has a quicker than average thinking process and does better fighting with a group.
Other:
Personality: Richter is an arrogant man. He has considerable skill as a fighter and an elementalist and that plays towards his pride. So, Mr. Superior all day, every day. He has a lot of patience but low tolerance plus a short fuse. Shovel some bull crap his way and he goes off like a bundle of fireworks. His temper isn't that long but it's fiery, both literally and figuratively and some people can't handle the heat. He's ruthless too and even more so to those on his bad side. Ric is also a stubborn guy and doesn't like to admit he is wrong, whenever he is.
Underneath his rough and tough exterior is a gentler man but still retaining qualities of his outer shell. When he isn't Mr. Superior or Flametongue, he tries to stay silent and sit off alone, reading and drinking tea. He considers himself strong, both in mind and body and holds up the front of being brave and fearless. The latter being partially wrong but not by much. However, he does have a slightly awkward friendly side but not many have seen it, if any. He needs to hide his soft side for the sake of his reputation as a knight and residential badass.
History: Richter Aaron Gates is a fifth generation Ignis Clan Knight. His father and his father before him and so forth were all proficient, fire-wielding knights. They all shared a fiery temper and arrogance in their youth and adult life. Richter shares that trait too and has been running hot since his initiation into knighthood. Ever since he was young, he had potential. As the firstborn, he was gifted with the name of his father and that choice shone true. Growing up, his father outwardly favored the other two children, just to make young Richter push and strive to do better. Which he did but it took him a few years to catch up.
It wasn't until he was a teenager, around thirteen, that he found out that it was family tradition for the firstborn to be put through such hardships, to prepare him for his life. All those years, he seethed and silently hated his father but he now understood the reason and was glad for it. He trained under his father and uncles for a few more years before he could undergo the evaluation to become a Keeper, a stepping stone that would lead to his Knighthood. Like his father, he passed and began the next step in his training. A few more years later, for his outstanding deeds, he was chosen to take the evaluation to be raised to a Knight. It was close, he almost failed it but after mulling it over, they granted him his knighthood.
He's been a knight for a solid ten years. Others would have achieved Master status in that time but not Richter. His elemental skills are refined to near perfection at his current stage but he relies more on his physical strength and abilities rather than his power, so he never got around to finding a master to train him. The task should be done by his father but he had succumbed to an illness that somehow eliminated his ability to control fire. He's still a capable man in his old age but with Richter on away missions, he doesn't have much time to pass the rest of his knowledge onto him.
Roleplay
Other characters: n/a
Sample:
Full Name: Richter Aaron Gates V
Nickname: Ric, Richie, "Flametongue"
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty two
Date of Birth: March 21, 1980
Orientation: Straight
Nationality/Ethnicity: American
Birthplace/Place of origin: Brooklyn, New York
Appearance
Play-by: Hugh Jackman (Van Helsing version)
Hair: Dark brown, shoulder length.
Eyes: Hazel
Physical built: Athletic body with broad shoulders and toned muscles. A fighter's build. He stands at a rather tall height of six feet and four inches, give or take a few centimeters.
Markings/tattoos/piercings: A colored tattoo of a flaming bird on his back. The wings stretch over each shoulder blade, the body reaches further down with the talons ending at the very lower back. The top of its head can be seen on the back of his neck. Also, a trail of black fire snakes around his arm from his shoulder to the back of his hand.
Clothing style: He goes old school with a nice black, button up shirt with a dark vest over that. His coat, however, is a long and heavy trench coat with leather straps and harnesses adorning it. His pants fit perfectly, custom made light leather of a dark color. Giving up shoes, he wears soft leather black boots, laced to the knee but his pants go over them to the ankle. Full gloves or fingerless are worn occasionally.
Anything else: Do weapons count? If so, a sword sheathed in a scabbard on his back.
Clan
Clan: Ignis
Elementalist: Yes
Rank: Knight
Power Level: Intermediate (3)
Allegiance: He believes in the Ignis Clan and would die for it. He is fiercely loyal and is nigh impossible to sway or bribe.
Information Dump
Interests: Reading, Sword Training, Hot Tea, Clan Wars, Fiery Women.
Job: Besides being a Knight for the Ignis Clan, he has a side job as a medieval weapons specialist, owning a shop for such.
Fears/phobias: Fears dying alone, Acrophobic.
Talents: Expert swordsman, he brings a sword to a gun fight, it's an even match. Superb Metabolism, or something like that, he can ingest a lot of alcohol and only getting slightly drunk. Skilled Tactician, he has a quicker than average thinking process and does better fighting with a group.
Other:
Personality: Richter is an arrogant man. He has considerable skill as a fighter and an elementalist and that plays towards his pride. So, Mr. Superior all day, every day. He has a lot of patience but low tolerance plus a short fuse. Shovel some bull crap his way and he goes off like a bundle of fireworks. His temper isn't that long but it's fiery, both literally and figuratively and some people can't handle the heat. He's ruthless too and even more so to those on his bad side. Ric is also a stubborn guy and doesn't like to admit he is wrong, whenever he is.
Underneath his rough and tough exterior is a gentler man but still retaining qualities of his outer shell. When he isn't Mr. Superior or Flametongue, he tries to stay silent and sit off alone, reading and drinking tea. He considers himself strong, both in mind and body and holds up the front of being brave and fearless. The latter being partially wrong but not by much. However, he does have a slightly awkward friendly side but not many have seen it, if any. He needs to hide his soft side for the sake of his reputation as a knight and residential badass.
History: Richter Aaron Gates is a fifth generation Ignis Clan Knight. His father and his father before him and so forth were all proficient, fire-wielding knights. They all shared a fiery temper and arrogance in their youth and adult life. Richter shares that trait too and has been running hot since his initiation into knighthood. Ever since he was young, he had potential. As the firstborn, he was gifted with the name of his father and that choice shone true. Growing up, his father outwardly favored the other two children, just to make young Richter push and strive to do better. Which he did but it took him a few years to catch up.
It wasn't until he was a teenager, around thirteen, that he found out that it was family tradition for the firstborn to be put through such hardships, to prepare him for his life. All those years, he seethed and silently hated his father but he now understood the reason and was glad for it. He trained under his father and uncles for a few more years before he could undergo the evaluation to become a Keeper, a stepping stone that would lead to his Knighthood. Like his father, he passed and began the next step in his training. A few more years later, for his outstanding deeds, he was chosen to take the evaluation to be raised to a Knight. It was close, he almost failed it but after mulling it over, they granted him his knighthood.
He's been a knight for a solid ten years. Others would have achieved Master status in that time but not Richter. His elemental skills are refined to near perfection at his current stage but he relies more on his physical strength and abilities rather than his power, so he never got around to finding a master to train him. The task should be done by his father but he had succumbed to an illness that somehow eliminated his ability to control fire. He's still a capable man in his old age but with Richter on away missions, he doesn't have much time to pass the rest of his knowledge onto him.
Roleplay
Other characters: n/a
Sample:
Fire, debris and explosions filled the sky as a battle raged on the ground. Men in red coats fought against other men and women garbed in tattered blue and brown clothes. Blasts of fire rained down on the people that swarmed below the hill. The people were renegade Aquarions and Terrans that were banding together to assault the Ignissons, these select few also being known as Brothers of the Flame. They were outnumbered at least three to one but not outmatched.
Atop the hill stood two of the red coated men, using mundane means to make fire then manipulating it to their advantage. Behind them were two others on standby, resting and waiting to take their brothers' positions when they tire. Down below, a man in black deftly wove through the ranks of the renegades, slicing and dicing them with his sword. Two other men in red fought alongside the man in black, using fire in tandem with physical attacks to defeat their foes. Unable to withstand the beating they were recieving, the bands broke and scattered.
"Jared!" Roared the man in black, Richter, over the confusion. "Rally the brothers but don't chase them too far!" Sheathing his sword, Richter pulled out a lighter, lit it and surrounded himself in gouts of flame to intimidate the fleeing renegades. Weaving the fire, he lashed out at nearby Terrans to signify he meant business. As he flames died down, a lanky man with red hair approached him. It was Jared.
"Great Suzaku, that was a wonderful fight! I haven't felt this exhilarated in awhile!" He was obviously excited.
"Yea, it was a good one but they were too weak and untrained to pose much of a fight." Disappointment.
"I don't know about that, sir. Some of the ones I fought were competent enough."
"Eh, you were the lucky one then. Where are the brothers?" He asked, looking around.
"Coming down from the hill. Wyatt went to meet them, he retained a minor injury." Jared replied, pointing a thumb over his shoulder.
"It was inevitable, he's young and newly raised, eager to prove himself in battle and that makes a man reckless." Ric gazed off in the direction most of the renegades ran. "Lets go, we have a deadline." And he moved past Jared and walked towards the hill surrounded by debris. Jared nodded before following.