Post by Sapph Nunei on Nov 16, 2007 17:33:47 GMT -5
Name: Sapph Nunei
Nickname: just Sapph or Nunei
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Wandering Swordsman
Personality: Sapph, the cocky swordsman, hated for his arrogance and yet loved for his generosity. He's been raised in such a way that he thinks the world of himself and his skills with a blade. Admittedly he can be a fine fighter when the situation calls for it and that is when you see the true Sapph Nunei, born with a spirit for fighting, all illusions wiped away. Despite all his arrogance Nunei is not quick to anger, his patience can hold out for an incredible amount of time, the downside to this is that when he finally gets angry he won't stop until the source of his anger has been confronted, and, if need be, killed.
History: The sons of rich nobility, Sapph and Deseko, brothers in arms as well as blood. The two were inseparable, his brother looking more elvish while Sapph would have passed for a human teen if not for the simple fact that he was slightly above that of even what was considered a tall person in terms of ear and his ears had a slight point to them. As time went on however his brother slowly started to change, falling into darkness, becoming a pawn of what he used to hate. In a blind rage Sapph killed him, preferring to see his brother dead than a despised creature that he would have surely become. Sapph never forgave himself after that but neither did he confront his feelings, throwing himself into his training and while not vastly improving his skills, becoming better than average because of it. When they were young both Nunei and Seko(Deseko's nickname) swore they'd become great swordsmen, known through all the land, Nunei still holds that dream although his ambition for it is much greater in hopes of gaining his brothers forgiveness in the afterlife. When he wants to pass as a human he simply covers his ears with his long hair. He hasn't really had many friends since then and the ones he has had aren't really close due to his constant traveling.
The fearful look in his eyes as they blade sunk into his chest, the pleading look just before the katana pierced his heart and the desperation of the whole situation. He remembered it all well. It sickened him, how could he murder him? His best friend, his brother. He remembered the warm liquid on his hands and the desperate scream he made when he realised what it was. Blood.
Appearance: Slightly above what is considered tall and with slightly pointed ears Sapph has piercing blue eyes which he considers his namesake as they could be compared to a sapphire not only in colour but in the way they sparkle, energetic and full of life. Dark-brown-almost-black hair that goes to his shoulders.
Cloths: Sapph goes for clothes that are likely not to hinder his movement or speed, simple cotton trousers and a tunic to match unless the occasion requires something more formal.
Distinguishing Features: His eyes or his height, they are the most distinguishing facts about him.
Picture: Sapph Nunei
Magic: Light
Weakness: he's rash, he's arrogant in that he thinks he's perhaps a master swordsman and he's nothing more than above average, he hates the sight of blood.
Sample Post: (from an alternate universe Harry Potter rp - the admin was closing it so we had to bring the story to an end, I decided to make it original
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The night sky, stars littered across it in an endless sprawl as he stared at them many thoughts came to him it was a habit of his these days, considering things he would never have thought of before this. Sometimes he wondered how different life would be, if they had won, if he had died all those years ago. This world, this magic, it just wasn't the life he would have wished for. Magic should have been used for good things, but of course, he thought with a sneer that distorted his face into something almost recognisable, humans couldn't think beyond their lust for war. The idea repulsed him, why would anyone want this to continue, all this death, the world he was used to be kind and loving had changed, now everywhere he looked all there was is death. And so far all that had kept him from giving up was a simple things said by a man he had loved dearly Sometimes we must chose between what is right, and what is easy but now, he just couldn't take it. He turned around and stared at the fragile form of his girlfriend, eyes closed, she looked almost peaceful, a blessing these days. Harry Potter leaned forward and placed a final kiss upon her forehead before turning back to the edge of the cliff and jumping.
Sorry it's so short, only one I could find on such short notice.
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Nickname: just Sapph or Nunei
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Wandering Swordsman
Personality: Sapph, the cocky swordsman, hated for his arrogance and yet loved for his generosity. He's been raised in such a way that he thinks the world of himself and his skills with a blade. Admittedly he can be a fine fighter when the situation calls for it and that is when you see the true Sapph Nunei, born with a spirit for fighting, all illusions wiped away. Despite all his arrogance Nunei is not quick to anger, his patience can hold out for an incredible amount of time, the downside to this is that when he finally gets angry he won't stop until the source of his anger has been confronted, and, if need be, killed.
History: The sons of rich nobility, Sapph and Deseko, brothers in arms as well as blood. The two were inseparable, his brother looking more elvish while Sapph would have passed for a human teen if not for the simple fact that he was slightly above that of even what was considered a tall person in terms of ear and his ears had a slight point to them. As time went on however his brother slowly started to change, falling into darkness, becoming a pawn of what he used to hate. In a blind rage Sapph killed him, preferring to see his brother dead than a despised creature that he would have surely become. Sapph never forgave himself after that but neither did he confront his feelings, throwing himself into his training and while not vastly improving his skills, becoming better than average because of it. When they were young both Nunei and Seko(Deseko's nickname) swore they'd become great swordsmen, known through all the land, Nunei still holds that dream although his ambition for it is much greater in hopes of gaining his brothers forgiveness in the afterlife. When he wants to pass as a human he simply covers his ears with his long hair. He hasn't really had many friends since then and the ones he has had aren't really close due to his constant traveling.
The fearful look in his eyes as they blade sunk into his chest, the pleading look just before the katana pierced his heart and the desperation of the whole situation. He remembered it all well. It sickened him, how could he murder him? His best friend, his brother. He remembered the warm liquid on his hands and the desperate scream he made when he realised what it was. Blood.
Appearance: Slightly above what is considered tall and with slightly pointed ears Sapph has piercing blue eyes which he considers his namesake as they could be compared to a sapphire not only in colour but in the way they sparkle, energetic and full of life. Dark-brown-almost-black hair that goes to his shoulders.
Cloths: Sapph goes for clothes that are likely not to hinder his movement or speed, simple cotton trousers and a tunic to match unless the occasion requires something more formal.
Distinguishing Features: His eyes or his height, they are the most distinguishing facts about him.
Picture: Sapph Nunei
Magic: Light
Weakness: he's rash, he's arrogant in that he thinks he's perhaps a master swordsman and he's nothing more than above average, he hates the sight of blood.
Sample Post: (from an alternate universe Harry Potter rp - the admin was closing it so we had to bring the story to an end, I decided to make it original
)The night sky, stars littered across it in an endless sprawl as he stared at them many thoughts came to him it was a habit of his these days, considering things he would never have thought of before this. Sometimes he wondered how different life would be, if they had won, if he had died all those years ago. This world, this magic, it just wasn't the life he would have wished for. Magic should have been used for good things, but of course, he thought with a sneer that distorted his face into something almost recognisable, humans couldn't think beyond their lust for war. The idea repulsed him, why would anyone want this to continue, all this death, the world he was used to be kind and loving had changed, now everywhere he looked all there was is death. And so far all that had kept him from giving up was a simple things said by a man he had loved dearly Sometimes we must chose between what is right, and what is easy but now, he just couldn't take it. He turned around and stared at the fragile form of his girlfriend, eyes closed, she looked almost peaceful, a blessing these days. Harry Potter leaned forward and placed a final kiss upon her forehead before turning back to the edge of the cliff and jumping.
Sorry it's so short, only one I could find on such short notice.
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