Post by Mri on Jul 6, 2010 13:27:50 GMT -5
Age: Twenty-nine (29)
Gender: Male
Profession: Personal security
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Profession: Personal security
Appearance:
Standing at five nine, he's a wall of solid muscle sculpted from the harsh conditioning of his profession. With calloused hands formed by hard labor and equally roughened soles, his appearance as a working man is absolutely clear - and his type of work is perfectly seen in the depths of his golden green eyes. A single scar races jagedly across his left shoulder and all the way down to his elbow - a constant reminder to never let it get personal.Personality:
His skin is darkly tanned from his hours in the sun and his is hair a midnight black - allowing him to easily disappear in the shadows he calls home.
Though he dresses to blend into whichever crowd he is currently occupying, he never wears short-sleeves nor trades in his much-appreciated boots. Having personally designed and crafted each one for combat, he doesn't care for letting them waste away unused. Hidden within each sole is a single blade which can be activated by a hard stomp of the heel. It acted as a sudden pump of air pressure, forcing the thin blade out of the shoe's toe and locking in place by the ridges along its straight-foward path. It was a thin, clean cut every time and could only be found if one very carefully examined the shoes' toes.
Skilled in a foreign combat, a gifted Ryumon would hang at his side should he want to openly display his weapon. But more than naught, a row of needles can usually be found strapped to one wrist - or otherwise hidden upon the folds of his body, along with an arsenal of throwing knifes and a single garrote.
Redford is a man of few words and trusts his instincts more than any logical 'evidence.'History:
He stands up for those that are unrightly beaten or picked on. He is a good man.
He has a good conscience and a nice pack of morals.
Though not entirely enthusiastic about their (his and his brothers') line of work, he is highly protective of them and enjoys his way of life.
He enjoys working with his hands and coming up with certain devices to meet the hard-press of his profession. For instance, on one of his missions he was able to constuct a kind of trip-wire smoke bomb that was activated on the opening of a door. A small wire was attached firmly on the opening edge of the door and looped through a thread-width hole on the wall. Applied easily with a strong gluing substance he carries in a vial, the set-up takes less than two minutes to complete.
He's an easy fellow to get along with, but once on a mission that's all he thinks about. His ability to go from joking to silence is uncanny to most.
Redford grew up in the rural countryside as an orphan in the Night's household. Though he was abandoned by parents he never knew and aware that he is not of blood nor kin, it has always been accepted that they are family and their ties to each other strong.Additional Information:
The Night's adopted two other boys and have one of their own. They're roughly the same age with a range of two years. Their bonds are truly unbreakable.
Wild, but controlled childhood - brawls, boyish stuff. Controlled in the sense that these lessons were to be later used in life and were a type of training.
On his twelfth birthday he was accepted into the more inner workings of the household and learned of the wealth that was never displayed.
He is the oldest by a few months and after his acceptance, he was trained out-right (and not by childhood games) along with his 'uncles' and 'father.' The rest of the boys shortly followed his procedure and their bonds as side-by-side fighters strengthened ever more.
At the age of sixteen, he and his brothers were sent out on their first mission and though the youngest and greenest, Luc, was almost caught, it was otherwise a success.
After three years of racking in an income illegally, his conscience forced him to walk away from the 'family business' and he joined the Banished Brethren as a personal guard. Security is his line of work and one he enjoys most passionately.
Posts he's in:
Araluen :: Northern Fiefs :: Araluen :: Yule Ball (Open)
MRN :: Morgarath's Plateau :: An Arranged Accident (Badger/Rab)
For instance, one of the exit-ways were wiretapped to explode in a pit of smoke should the door be opened, granting them enough time to escape – in a sense of the word. It was a simple mechanism really, constructed of a small wire stretching between door and wall. The end that’s tacked on the door would be held fast, while the other end lay placed through a loop big enough for the wire to pass through, but too small for the smoke bomb. Upon entrance, the door would force the wire to follow its path, making the smoke bomb connected at the end of it to get snagged on one side of the loop while the wire was yanked out the other side, sending the mixture into the air.
Was once a NPC.