Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 15, 2013 21:22:15 GMT
GENERAL
Name: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Age: 28
Nationality: Rozarria
Order: -
Class: Mercinary – Warrior, Vilkacis Clan
Power (For magic users only):
LOOKS
Hair: Dark brown and curling about his ear.
Eyes: Green
Built: Fit with good upper body strength due to his training with the axe. He’s passable with guns and knives, but his area of focus is most definitely a long, sharp blade.
Oracle's Sign (For Oracles only):
PERSONALITY
As a child Antonio was definitely on the less energetic side of things. He preferred to laze in the shade and nap away the hottest part of the day. Not that it was that strange for people to sleep during the heat, but usually it wasn’t the younger generation who enjoyed that sort of thing. As he grew, his laid back personality remained, energy only stirred into him when it came time to hunt a monster or help a neighbor.
Despite his lazy ways, he’s very popular with the people of the market due to his friendly and helpful nature. Aside from a few mishaps with the local senoritas, Antonio doesn’t usually have trouble within the city walls. Once he gets into battle though, that lethargic act evaporates, replaced by an intense and focused fighter. As a warrior class mercenary he’s very good at keep the monster’s attention and dealing damage to it while his clan takes the target out around him.
Likes: Anotnio enjoys many things: Music, fighting, and dance to name but a few. There are only two things he loves though, and they’re zealously guarded by him; his father’s sword, which he inherited upon the man’s death, and tomatoes, both the food and the monster. He can’t help himself, they’re just so cute wandering around trying to be menacing and but looking so delicious! He also enjoys the bellas, as he was always taught that a beautiful woman’s favor was the best good luck charm a man could have. Though as a young boy and even as a young man he definitely likes to enjoy his naps and free time.
Dislikes: When it comes to things Antonio doesn’t like there are only a few. He tries to be open minded and understanding, but the very sound of an Archadian accent tends to grate his nerves. Disrespecting his home or it’s people also ranks up there in the list of things he hates, right next to sandstorms in the deserts outside Ozaeta and getting lost in the jungle. He also not too fond of canines, taking maybe more pleasure than he should in putting down the rabid wolves that sometimes creep too close to the city.
Goals: All around, Antonio tries to be a very open and approachable person, hanging out in the market place at around the same time every day if he’s not on a hunt or patrol. He’s friendly with strangers and often has a crowd of people around listening to his stories or keeping him company in the city. Despite this seeming popularity, he’s also the most likely of his clan to refuse help in either a hunt or daily life. The worry that someone might be hurt or might help him at the expense of themselves is very present in his mind. He hopes that one day he won’t be needed to protect his people, but until then he’ll work on racking up the highest number of monster kills in all of Rozarria.
HISTORY
As a young boy, Antonio would watch as the men in armor trekked out into the desert to protect the city from monsters. He’d lived his whole life in Ozaeta and despite what adults always muttered, he thought the city was still the most beautiful in the world, so of course he would grow up to protect it from monsters and men who meant it harm. His mother, knowing what a lazy boy, always just laughed and patted his head. Despite his mother’s less than enthusiastic response, he managed to apprentice himself to his Uncle as a teenager, going out on easy monster hunting missions when the man had the time.
Being the son and nephew of members of the Vilkacis Clan, he had no trouble becoming a member of the mercenary clan and lost his much appreciated free time. Antonio considered it to be a fair trade if he could help protect and restore his beloved city. That fair trade quickly began to wear on him, however, and he nearly lost his life to an enraged Alraune, which would have just been embarrassing. Realizing he couldn’t go on that way, Antonio resolved to take time to relax and thus he started hanging out in the market to refresh himself.
The few times Antonio left the city, and the sands around it, it was always to assist another clan or to answer a bounty. He rarely ever went traveling for the sake of it. Not because he wasn’t interested, but because the thought of leaving his city and its people undefended made it very difficult to relax, even with the knowledge of his clan members there to protect it.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Frowning, Antonio watched as his clan slowly converged on the huge diresaur. What was a diresaur doing in Rozarria? Weren’t they native to Golmore Jungle? Something wasn’t right with this. “Antonio! What are you doing? We need back up here!” He shook his head and launched himself from behind the rocks, crying out loudly as he smashed his axe into the animal’s tough hide. It roared and whirled around, head dropping to charge.
He cursed and dodged, breath catching as it whirled around, faster than it ever should be able to move. “Antonio!” It was like slow motion, his uncle raising a hand to cast Slow, his father running with the boost of Haste, and then he was coughing up sand and gasping for air as something wet slid down his face to stain the ground.
Antonio looked up and screamed, his father hanging limply above him, impaled on the horn of the diresaur. The world around him slowed, the glare of the desert sun dimming until all he saw was a deep red closing in on the devilsaur. His clan mates, his brothers flickered out around him and power surged through his system. The echoes of his agonized scream rang in his ears as he stood and leveled his blade on the beast. It would die for what it had done.
Blades identical to his axe spun into existence behind him and shot one by one into the diresaur. When the last one hit he took a running leap and slammed the axe in his hand home into the beasts heart. It let out a defeaning roar, shattering the dark world around him and letting light flood into his eyes. The beast swayed and Antonio watched as his uncle climbed up onto its back to push the tip of his axe into the diresaur’s skull and kill it.
It fell forward with a deafening thud and Antonio fell back, landing hard on his rear. Around him the clan was silent, the elation of the kill dampened by the death of his father. His father…”Dios mio…” It was only later that he learned he’d unlocked a quickening, his very first, powered by the horror of his father’s death. Antonio resolved to become so strong he would never have to use it, the ghostly sound of his own voice screaming not something he ever wanted to hear again.
OUT OF CHARACTER
Mun's Name/Nickname: J
Country: Lower Canada (USA)
Skype: jaratsuku
Have you played Final Fantasy 12? It’s only my most favorite Final Fantasy ever!
Name: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Age: 28
Nationality: Rozarria
Order: -
Class: Mercinary – Warrior, Vilkacis Clan
Power (For magic users only):
LOOKS
Hair: Dark brown and curling about his ear.
Eyes: Green
Built: Fit with good upper body strength due to his training with the axe. He’s passable with guns and knives, but his area of focus is most definitely a long, sharp blade.
Oracle's Sign (For Oracles only):
PERSONALITY
As a child Antonio was definitely on the less energetic side of things. He preferred to laze in the shade and nap away the hottest part of the day. Not that it was that strange for people to sleep during the heat, but usually it wasn’t the younger generation who enjoyed that sort of thing. As he grew, his laid back personality remained, energy only stirred into him when it came time to hunt a monster or help a neighbor.
Despite his lazy ways, he’s very popular with the people of the market due to his friendly and helpful nature. Aside from a few mishaps with the local senoritas, Antonio doesn’t usually have trouble within the city walls. Once he gets into battle though, that lethargic act evaporates, replaced by an intense and focused fighter. As a warrior class mercenary he’s very good at keep the monster’s attention and dealing damage to it while his clan takes the target out around him.
Likes: Anotnio enjoys many things: Music, fighting, and dance to name but a few. There are only two things he loves though, and they’re zealously guarded by him; his father’s sword, which he inherited upon the man’s death, and tomatoes, both the food and the monster. He can’t help himself, they’re just so cute wandering around trying to be menacing and but looking so delicious! He also enjoys the bellas, as he was always taught that a beautiful woman’s favor was the best good luck charm a man could have. Though as a young boy and even as a young man he definitely likes to enjoy his naps and free time.
Dislikes: When it comes to things Antonio doesn’t like there are only a few. He tries to be open minded and understanding, but the very sound of an Archadian accent tends to grate his nerves. Disrespecting his home or it’s people also ranks up there in the list of things he hates, right next to sandstorms in the deserts outside Ozaeta and getting lost in the jungle. He also not too fond of canines, taking maybe more pleasure than he should in putting down the rabid wolves that sometimes creep too close to the city.
Goals: All around, Antonio tries to be a very open and approachable person, hanging out in the market place at around the same time every day if he’s not on a hunt or patrol. He’s friendly with strangers and often has a crowd of people around listening to his stories or keeping him company in the city. Despite this seeming popularity, he’s also the most likely of his clan to refuse help in either a hunt or daily life. The worry that someone might be hurt or might help him at the expense of themselves is very present in his mind. He hopes that one day he won’t be needed to protect his people, but until then he’ll work on racking up the highest number of monster kills in all of Rozarria.
HISTORY
As a young boy, Antonio would watch as the men in armor trekked out into the desert to protect the city from monsters. He’d lived his whole life in Ozaeta and despite what adults always muttered, he thought the city was still the most beautiful in the world, so of course he would grow up to protect it from monsters and men who meant it harm. His mother, knowing what a lazy boy, always just laughed and patted his head. Despite his mother’s less than enthusiastic response, he managed to apprentice himself to his Uncle as a teenager, going out on easy monster hunting missions when the man had the time.
Being the son and nephew of members of the Vilkacis Clan, he had no trouble becoming a member of the mercenary clan and lost his much appreciated free time. Antonio considered it to be a fair trade if he could help protect and restore his beloved city. That fair trade quickly began to wear on him, however, and he nearly lost his life to an enraged Alraune, which would have just been embarrassing. Realizing he couldn’t go on that way, Antonio resolved to take time to relax and thus he started hanging out in the market to refresh himself.
The few times Antonio left the city, and the sands around it, it was always to assist another clan or to answer a bounty. He rarely ever went traveling for the sake of it. Not because he wasn’t interested, but because the thought of leaving his city and its people undefended made it very difficult to relax, even with the knowledge of his clan members there to protect it.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Frowning, Antonio watched as his clan slowly converged on the huge diresaur. What was a diresaur doing in Rozarria? Weren’t they native to Golmore Jungle? Something wasn’t right with this. “Antonio! What are you doing? We need back up here!” He shook his head and launched himself from behind the rocks, crying out loudly as he smashed his axe into the animal’s tough hide. It roared and whirled around, head dropping to charge.
He cursed and dodged, breath catching as it whirled around, faster than it ever should be able to move. “Antonio!” It was like slow motion, his uncle raising a hand to cast Slow, his father running with the boost of Haste, and then he was coughing up sand and gasping for air as something wet slid down his face to stain the ground.
Antonio looked up and screamed, his father hanging limply above him, impaled on the horn of the diresaur. The world around him slowed, the glare of the desert sun dimming until all he saw was a deep red closing in on the devilsaur. His clan mates, his brothers flickered out around him and power surged through his system. The echoes of his agonized scream rang in his ears as he stood and leveled his blade on the beast. It would die for what it had done.
Blades identical to his axe spun into existence behind him and shot one by one into the diresaur. When the last one hit he took a running leap and slammed the axe in his hand home into the beasts heart. It let out a defeaning roar, shattering the dark world around him and letting light flood into his eyes. The beast swayed and Antonio watched as his uncle climbed up onto its back to push the tip of his axe into the diresaur’s skull and kill it.
It fell forward with a deafening thud and Antonio fell back, landing hard on his rear. Around him the clan was silent, the elation of the kill dampened by the death of his father. His father…”Dios mio…” It was only later that he learned he’d unlocked a quickening, his very first, powered by the horror of his father’s death. Antonio resolved to become so strong he would never have to use it, the ghostly sound of his own voice screaming not something he ever wanted to hear again.
OUT OF CHARACTER
Mun's Name/Nickname: J
Country: Lower Canada (USA)
Skype: jaratsuku
Have you played Final Fantasy 12? It’s only my most favorite Final Fantasy ever!
