Post by JezusBagels on Aug 25, 2009 17:10:08 GMT -5
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Profession: Travelling Sword
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Profession: Travelling Sword
Appearance:
A tall, athletic man, Ulrich weighs near two-hundred pounds. He is fairly tanned and has prominent muscles all across his body. His skin is smooth and free of scars or other marks of battle, with the exception of a single long scar that runs down the length of his left arm.Personality:
Ulrich is commonly described as "dashingly handsome," stealing the hearts of most women that he encounters. He has bright blue eyes that shine in the sunlight. His straight hair is dirty blond and remains tied back in a pony tail that reaches the base of his neck. He has a small goatee on the tip of his jaw.
Ulrich is the kind of stereotypical swordsman that one might read about in a fairy tale. He is brave, chivalrous and ready to deliver witty banter in any situation. He has a strong sense of right and wrong, coupled with his own view of what justice and fairness are. He is merciful to his opponents, preferring to give everyone a chance to join his side or reform, rather than killing everyone without consideration.History:
He is a very curious and adventurous man, willing to delve into dangerous situations despite the warnings, just to see where it might lead him.
He is kind and friendly to a rather extreme point, making it hard not to like him, even as he thrusts his blade towards your chest.
His quest for revenge dominates his life and there is little he won't do to get closer to his man.
Ulrich's mother died in childbirth and he grew up with his father and older brother. It was a poor life, despite the fact that all three of them worked during the day at whatever jobs they could find. All of the work made Ulrich strong and willing to put effort into whatever task he was put to. Living a life with little to eat and much need for warmth in the winter, Ulrich and his brother were often tempted to steal or do other less than savory things to make end's meet. Their father forbade such things though and beat the boys whenever he caught them trying to do something that he considered 'wrong.'Additional Information:
They did manage to survive for a decade but when Ulrich was ten years old, times were hard. His father had long since gone blind and so there was much work that had to be left to the brothers. Ulrich remained hopeful that it would get easier, but no relief came. His brother started to gamble for money in bars and on the streets. He was good at it and for a short while, they were living in greater luxury than any of the three had ever known, their father oblivious to the source of their new found income.
However, as Ulrich's father had taught them they would, his brother soon became addicted. They lost everything they owned and still he could not stop playing his games. He eventually bet his own life, lost, and was killed for it. Ulrich's father died soon after of shame and grief and, sent into a righteous--but blind--rage, Ulrich decided that he would avenge his family.
In the middle of the night, he sneaked into a blacksmith's shop and stole a sword from a rack on the wall. He then proceeded to a nearby inn and challenged his brother's murderer to a fair duel outside. Amused, the man accepted and they fought. The man was leaps and bounds ahead of Ulrich in skill with a sword, but Ulrich's anger let him sever the man's left pinky and thumb before the man slashed and left a long gash down Ulrich's left arm, fleeing the settlement. The wound healed eventually and became a scar, but Ulrich could no longer use his left arm for delicate or precise operations. He swore that he would hunt down the eight-fingered man and finish what he started that night in the street.
Ulrich spent the next ten years of his life training with a sword and only making enough money to eat and pay for more training and chances to improve.
At the age of twenty-one, he joined the crew of the Krackatowan Razor as both a sailor and swordsman. He hoped that in his travels and exploits, he would at last find his man and avenge his brother and father. He didn't approve of piracy, but he had a certain fondness for the captain and knew that it was his best chance to find retribution.
Ulrich is adept with many types of swords, but prefers to fight with the silver rapier that he stole when he was ten years old, in hopes of killing the eight-fingered man with the same sword that earned him his name.
Being the moral and ever-theatrical man that he is, Ulrich has taken to vigilante justice. Whenever his crew enters a port for long periods of time, he prefers to spend his nights dressed in black with a mask on, delivering justice to any scum and sinners unlucky enough to encounter him.
Ulrich is the conscience and voice of reason of the Krackatowan Razor, often convincing his fellow shipmates to end arguments and spare the lives of good men that they 'run into,' whether it be by taking them on as crew or giving them a chance to sail home in a row boat.