Post by Andre Zalera on Nov 28, 2006 20:07:09 GMT -5
Name:
Andre Zalera
Age:
17
Date of Birth:
September 24
Homelands:
Unknown
Race:
Angel
Class:
Paladin
Final:
Heavenly Ray: Andre makes a mystical ray of white fire at his opponent, causing a holy sting.
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Weapon information:
Hidden Knight
His sword is nearly invisible. It was crafted by a goblin on one of his trips around the world(s). It is light and compact with a golden handle.
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[/img]Andre Zalera
Age:
17
Date of Birth:
September 24
Homelands:
Unknown
Race:
Angel
Class:
Paladin
Final:
Heavenly Ray: Andre makes a mystical ray of white fire at his opponent, causing a holy sting.
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Weapon information:
Hidden Knight
His sword is nearly invisible. It was crafted by a goblin on one of his trips around the world(s). It is light and compact with a golden handle.
Armour Information:
none
Accessory Information:
none
Physical Description:
Andre has brown hair with blonde highlights marking the top. His skin is softly sun-kissed, and his sky-blue eyes shine brightly when the sun hits them. Overall he is physically fit, having a six-pack and is slightly more muscular than most people his age. On his back rests a pair of snow white wings.
Background:
He remembers very little of his family life, having shut it away seemingly ages ago. All that he can discern is that it was very plain. A mother, a father, and a brother, a very bland background. The last two things of his childhood he can remember is the day he left home and the previous day before it. He was seven years old.
It had been a typical day, he had gone to school, stayed out of trouble, and had come home surprised to see his father sitting on the floor, not moving, at first Andre thought he was dead. He took a seat next to his father, studying his features, a breath escaped from him, a noise. ‘Run’ was all he said before his father completely died. Andre was alone, since his mother had left them a long time ago and with her his older brother.
After he saw his father, the blood on his face and the wound on his back, he took his advice and ran. He kept to himself, never talking to anyone on his escape as if by some cruel twist of fate, a bully had caught up to him. He had started to be pushed around by three older kids, jeering at him in front of a large crowd. Nobody reacted, just stood they’re watching, then without warning and in three swift jabs, all three were on the ground clutching their throats and gasping. Before anyone could react, he took off, ran all the way home, and packed his things fearing for the worst.
Night had come and settled, though he didn't sleep, and just before sunrise, a group of gypsy travelers found him, and in a failed attempt to bully him again by one of the teenagers, found himself leaving with them, the teenager on the alley ground, clutching his throat.
Over the course of the next year, he found himself traveling from place to place, fighting against kids much older than himself and experiencing a part of the underground world no child should be a part of. Of course, he said not a word of what he soon realized he was to the Gypsies, and of course they never asked. He was making them money after all.
At the age of fourteen he abandoned the underground fighting scene to travel by himself. He had already learned so much about fighting and fencing, having fought hundreds of times by this point, and never losing, and always nearly finishing his opponents but with mercy he had in him, he let them all live. He felt as though he needed to find some other extent to his abilities, and made to find jobs where he could harness his talents differently.
He felt as if someone was chasing him and he was right. Demons. They had killed his father and they were back to finish the family off, but they failed. On his waist laid his nearly invisible sword crafted by a goblin on one of his travels. The sword was lightly and blessed by a White Mage that stumbled across Andre’s path. The demons stood no chance and were finished off easily. But this is when he realized he needed a place to stay, a place to hide. A place like Twilight Moon Academy.
If you have a picture of yourself, you may post it here:
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Pets:
Two Doves, One male the other female
SERENITY, is the female
ARTAXIAD, is the male
Likes:
Animals
Girls
His Doves
Training
Reading
Flying
Solitude
Parrying
Dislikes:
Boredom
Studying
Sitting
Rudeness
Arrogance
Annoyingly smart people
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