198cm / 6'6''Species:
Skills: Martial combat; Two handed swords, Short sword and bare knuckle combat
Talents: Excellent at singing while drunk. "What?! What do you mean strangled cat?!"
Things your character is good at: Looking like a fool.Weaknesses:
High temperatures- Much prefers cold climates as they remind him of his homeland, as such he is unlikely to be constantly wearing his armour to avoid heat stroke.
Usually wears something like this:fav.me/db01w84
Keeping his shirt on- I don't know why, it just happens.
Bull headed- He rarely thinks before he acts and difficult to stop when determined.
Folk music, songs and dancing
Drinking with company.
Dogs/hounds/wolves- any canine really.Dislikes:
Whiny people. "Get up and solve your own problems!"
Hot weather. "Let it snow."Fears:
Taking on an real responsibility or having people rely on him too greatly.
To achieve nothing before death and have to wait in the "Great Hall" forever.Goals:
Have a good time while the good times are rolling.Personality:
Ulfruss is a brazen warrior with a passion for the sword. Bold and relentless in anything he sets his mind to, he is not one to quit when things get rough. He relishes a challenge and will throw himself into anything worth breaking a sweat over. Fiercely loyal and with his own sense of right, he is quick to pass judgement on people's actions. He'd how ever not judge someone on anything beyond their own control and will thoughtlessly step in if he believes someone is being unduly punished or mistreated. This behavior is more prevalent if he considered you a friend, even if you do not consider him one. This will not stop him from calling you out, if anything he becomes more likely to do so, his friendship just affords you a meat shield that will kick your arse in another's stead.
Socially, the red-head is very cheerful, prone to cheeky and occasionally taunting remarks. If this man finds a joke, then he will run it into the ground. He has a strong love for stories, best told over a tankard or two of ale... maybe three actually. Not one to drink alone he will quickly insert himself into someone's world or drag them to sit beside him at the bar. Duly compensated of course. "You drink right?"
As much as he loves to fight he'd sooner drink then start a bar fight. He'd be the first to tell you to take it outside and the first to take you outside if you continue.
While generally even tempered and often quite cheerful, Ulfruss does have his bad moods, it just takes alot to push him into anger. He will take most things with a grin... and a poorly chosen remark but this at no point means it does not effect him. His bad tmper will not sho until things reach his limit and he truely has had enough. When this happens, it'd be best not to be the object of his anger as he will make sure you know about it. History:
Arriving in Sefer Library at the age of twelve, wearing only his pants and carrying a wooden training sword, a young Ulfruss found himself in the Library's Bridge chamber and mistook it for the "Great Hall" where he would be greeted in the afterlife. This was cleared up somewhat, quickly, when he was greeted by Bonnie. She seemed friendly and did her best to be helpful to the boy. Though when told he could return home he could not recall the portal from which he entered the library. Unwilling to admit this he instead took Bonnie up on her suggestion to explore the library.
Effetively stranded, the boy remained at the library and grew. He still holds many of the values and beliefs he was raised with, though given the time away from his homeland this may have been skewed and reintererated over time. He still believes he will need to achieve something great in life to be granted access into the afterlife but considers assisting Bonnie to be such a worthy cause.
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Skype: 'IssDellow' Notes and comments are fine as well. Let me know who you are or I wont accept you though.
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Paragraph/script/both; One-on-one/group/both; Preferred genres.Script Sample:
Character Name: I speak English the best I can, and I use proper formatting to not piss my roleplaying partners off. *puts his/her actions in asterisks*Paragraph Sample:It wasn't very long before he began to get close but far enough. Shielding his eyes he came closer, holding his 'weapon' ready. The first thing to get his attention as he got closer was the ground. No long was it cold and wet beneith his feet. While still fairly cold, it was hard and smooth, like stone. Then he saw there were no more trees, he was just stood in what seemed to be a large hall. He searched around him, unsure of how he'd arrived and how to get back. "Hello?!" There had to be someone here. Someone to tell him what happened. "Hello!" He called again. His thoughts went back to the stories he had been told, the creatures and monsters that lurked in the wood. What it one had been true? Any of them. What if some great beast had killed him in those woods and he refused to recall. Was this the great hall? He have performed no great feats in his life so he'd not be permitted into the afrterlife. "Is anyone there?!" Where were they? Someone had to answer him. He cant just be left to wait in the hall for ever.
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