Post by Mri on Jan 14, 2010 17:16:27 GMT -5
Age: around 27 (no one really knows since he was abandoned as a child)
Gender: Male
Profession: Mercenary
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Profession: Mercenary
Appearance:
Black hair, tan skin, amber eyes, strong facial structure, slightly wider than normal nose, freckles across cheeks, medium-sized lips.Personality:
In the space between his left shoulder and neck, there are three small scars that are placed horizontally above one another with the middle one half way out to the left (the mark of the family)
On the surface, he's quick to smile and make a joke. He would rather laugh than pick a fight over anything aimed at him, and if the situation causes for him to fight, he'd rather just take the punch without comment and then get back latter through a joke of sorts. He's easy enough to talk to, since he's sort of a clown/jokester, and doesn't seem distant from the regular crowd of popularity.History:
But beneath the surface, he stalks with the strength and grace of a tiger. With every sparkle of his eyes he's weighing his options and possibilites. With every flashing smile, he's wondering if he'd someday be of service to the person at the receiving end. With every greeting to a stranger, he's judging their wealth. With every bark of laughter, he's waiting for a chance to strike. And when he strikes, he hits hard and fast and without the slightest of mercy.
His birthplace is unknown for he was found in one of the bags hanging on Garek Young's packhorse the morning he left the inn. He'd rested there for the night and had left his horses in the stable, so anyone could've left the baby boy. He named after his dead son, Sean, and raised him for ten years before dying beneath the swords of bandits.Additional Information:
Sean had managed to run and hide, deluding those responsible for his foster father's death, swearing he'd find those responsible and rid the world of their pathetic existance. He lived off the lands for three years, traveling from place to place as he stole from multitudes of people. During that last year, he caught the eye of a fellow man who agreed to pay him handsomely if he retreived an artifact for him from one of his enemies. Naturally, he obliged and thus began his career as a hired theif under the name of Galen Maverick. He quickly rose to top of those wanted for hire through his quick charm, young face, and easy smile, along with his ability to think on his feet in a hurry. For those three years he went by many names and became a master of disguise. Though he excelled at what he did, he wanted more. He wanted the ability to take a life as easily as steal from it. He wanted to satisfy his revenge. So he set out to learn the skills of a mercenary.
He learned to fight by knife, sword, and bow, but his greatest pleasure came in the form of hand-to-hand. He wanted to be able to feel the impact of the flesh of his enemy against his own and know that it was he who took that life. He wanted to be able to feel that spark of spirit fade from his opponent's body. He wanted that pleasure when he began his quest of revenge.
Four years later, he gained half of it. A year after that, he had only one more to strike and still does. And between those passing days of death, he began to form his own 'family' - one that consisted of a group of mercenaries of very high skill, that were loyal only unto each other. The first one he recruited was a woman by the name of Teresa Kryptos whom he found theiving from his own supply of rightfully stolen goods. The second was a Peter Hamington who died a few years back. The third was Malleus Foxhorn - a blind man of amazing ability. The rest trickled in from off the same streets he had come until the numbers reached twenty-three. Though they were all hired out individually, they kept that bond of 'family' and any who broke it knew that death would soon follow.
Posts he's in after history leaves off:
Other Countries :: Seas :: Stormwhite Sea :: Teutlandt
Other Countries :: Teutlandt :: Master's Orders (Assassins Evan and Nelson)
Gallica :: La Rivage :: Immortal Happenings[open]
Gallica :: The Front :: Spying on Aslavia (Open)
The knife's his next choice of weapon, then a sword, and finally the bow.
He never goes anywhere unarmed.
His real name is Sean Maverick, but he hasn't gone by that name since his foster parent died.