Post by kylar on Sept 2, 2009 6:30:19 GMT -5
Character Name: Kylar Cosby
PB: Kylar Cosby
Age: 25
Date of Birth: 1/26/ 1984
Residence: north side of New York, small dojo turned into a bunker.
Profession: art of sword fighting, dojos, Martial arts, ninja tournaments.
Appearance: Kylar is a tall, big bulk that looks like an " all brawns and no brain" guy, but is very smart. Tattoos on arms of twin dragons and curly/wavy brown hair. Greenish blue eyes and thin lips, pale and big hands. Callused hands and feet, and always has a clock and jacket on for concealing weapons. " Guy’s a walking weapons case now days."
Personality: used to be a trusting guy, but now that the infected are running, he trust no one unless a through body search and blood test. Understanding and caring, but unwilling to go out on a hunch for anything our one. Mind is a quick as his sword and twice as sharp. Fav quote," it is your mind that will keep you alive and not undead, not a weapon. Think."
History: Kylar lived in New York for 12 years and has all ways wanted to learn the way of swords and how to fight with one. At 8 he started to train with his parents in martial arts before they moved to New York. He was a brown belt in 5 martial arts when he was 15. Only friends he had were dojo competitors like him in his late teens.
When he moved to New York, his folks set up a dojo and made pretty good money at it, with him teaching basic and advanced classes to other teens. Never went to collage but at 23, moves away to north side of New York and starts his own dojo. 2 years pass with a couple tournaments here and there, and then the infection started. Kylar secured himself up in his dojo.
Likes: fighting, weapons, cooking, reading, swords, making stuff.
Dislikes: video games, junk food, people who complain, and zombies.
Strengths: agile, strong, can use almost any weapon great, smart, low emotions.
Weaknesses: low emotions, left arm injury, not good with people unless he has fought them before (sparing), and a fierce hatred and reluctance to kill the infected. (Parents dead and now zombies)
Parents: mark and Sara (both infected)
Siblings: Ryan (not in New York at the moment. Florida. Lucky bas!@$##@$^! )
Spouse: none
Children: none
Anything Else? Has a sword he all ways fight with. He has a need to fight with it. With out, he is not as good as he is with it. Also, he went a little crazy for a while.
Role-play Sample: " Interesting," Kylar said looking out of one of the windows. The infected were not as willing to come closer and inspect his hide out. " The smell is working. The virus can't control the vary instinct in the brains," Kylar says with a smile. He had made a small " perfume " and ran it around the building, to smell like a garbage place and skunk. " perfect, but not strong enough. But not to strong. Might attract something else," Kylar said to himself and went back to his little "lab" aka, his basement. " Still, I don't know what will make it stronger," Kylar murmured as he got to the table with the samples of the "perfume". He had nicked some books from the library down the street and on of them he had grabbed by accident on how to make perfume. " Who would have know that that book would be solving some of my problems," Kylar thought with a chuckle. " Now to get to work," Kylar thought and reached for a test tube, till he heard banging on a board up stairs. " Crap," Kylar said and ran up the stairs, grapping a sword as he did. " Crap," kylar said again as he slip behind a bookshelf. One of the infected was banging on his door, literally. Kylar creep closer and took a peek through a crack. "Full grown male, and in good shape. Wait... Marvin?" Kylar breathed in shock. Marvin was on of his best fighters when the dojo was still a dojo. " Damn this virus," Kylar said and slipped the blade though the door, right through Marvin neck and severing the head from the body. " Sorry Marvin, but that had to be done," Kylar said and pulled his sword back in, wiping the blade with a spar rag and sliding it back into the stealth. " Well, back to making zombie away perfume," Kylar joked and gave a shallow laugh.
OK, now it is done.
PB: Kylar Cosby
Age: 25
Date of Birth: 1/26/ 1984
Residence: north side of New York, small dojo turned into a bunker.
Profession: art of sword fighting, dojos, Martial arts, ninja tournaments.
Appearance: Kylar is a tall, big bulk that looks like an " all brawns and no brain" guy, but is very smart. Tattoos on arms of twin dragons and curly/wavy brown hair. Greenish blue eyes and thin lips, pale and big hands. Callused hands and feet, and always has a clock and jacket on for concealing weapons. " Guy’s a walking weapons case now days."
Personality: used to be a trusting guy, but now that the infected are running, he trust no one unless a through body search and blood test. Understanding and caring, but unwilling to go out on a hunch for anything our one. Mind is a quick as his sword and twice as sharp. Fav quote," it is your mind that will keep you alive and not undead, not a weapon. Think."
History: Kylar lived in New York for 12 years and has all ways wanted to learn the way of swords and how to fight with one. At 8 he started to train with his parents in martial arts before they moved to New York. He was a brown belt in 5 martial arts when he was 15. Only friends he had were dojo competitors like him in his late teens.
When he moved to New York, his folks set up a dojo and made pretty good money at it, with him teaching basic and advanced classes to other teens. Never went to collage but at 23, moves away to north side of New York and starts his own dojo. 2 years pass with a couple tournaments here and there, and then the infection started. Kylar secured himself up in his dojo.
Likes: fighting, weapons, cooking, reading, swords, making stuff.
Dislikes: video games, junk food, people who complain, and zombies.
Strengths: agile, strong, can use almost any weapon great, smart, low emotions.
Weaknesses: low emotions, left arm injury, not good with people unless he has fought them before (sparing), and a fierce hatred and reluctance to kill the infected. (Parents dead and now zombies)
Parents: mark and Sara (both infected)
Siblings: Ryan (not in New York at the moment. Florida. Lucky bas!@$##@$^! )
Spouse: none
Children: none
Anything Else? Has a sword he all ways fight with. He has a need to fight with it. With out, he is not as good as he is with it. Also, he went a little crazy for a while.
Role-play Sample: " Interesting," Kylar said looking out of one of the windows. The infected were not as willing to come closer and inspect his hide out. " The smell is working. The virus can't control the vary instinct in the brains," Kylar says with a smile. He had made a small " perfume " and ran it around the building, to smell like a garbage place and skunk. " perfect, but not strong enough. But not to strong. Might attract something else," Kylar said to himself and went back to his little "lab" aka, his basement. " Still, I don't know what will make it stronger," Kylar murmured as he got to the table with the samples of the "perfume". He had nicked some books from the library down the street and on of them he had grabbed by accident on how to make perfume. " Who would have know that that book would be solving some of my problems," Kylar thought with a chuckle. " Now to get to work," Kylar thought and reached for a test tube, till he heard banging on a board up stairs. " Crap," Kylar said and ran up the stairs, grapping a sword as he did. " Crap," kylar said again as he slip behind a bookshelf. One of the infected was banging on his door, literally. Kylar creep closer and took a peek through a crack. "Full grown male, and in good shape. Wait... Marvin?" Kylar breathed in shock. Marvin was on of his best fighters when the dojo was still a dojo. " Damn this virus," Kylar said and slipped the blade though the door, right through Marvin neck and severing the head from the body. " Sorry Marvin, but that had to be done," Kylar said and pulled his sword back in, wiping the blade with a spar rag and sliding it back into the stealth. " Well, back to making zombie away perfume," Kylar joked and gave a shallow laugh.
OK, now it is done.
