Post by Sergey on Jan 18, 2007 17:12:46 GMT -5
Name: Sergey Kaestner
Age: 35
Race: Human
Class: Death Knight
Date of Birth: July 30
Homelands: Germany
Final:
Cleaver: A powerful finisher. Draws energy into his sword so that he may cut through even the toughest hides.
Primary Weapon:
Zweihänder: 75" long, 35 pounds and 10" inches wide, Sergey wields a massive double edged sword. Plain in appearance except for the long red ribbon tied around the handle.
Appearance: Short, unkept dark brown hair litters Sergey's head. Behind one of his scarred ears he has several long braids of hair decorated with the occasional bead. He's about six feet tall with heavy set shoulders and a powerful build. And he's covered in scars, both from burns and cuts.
He wears a long coat, which is dark red in color. Underneath is a loose gray shirt tucked into a pair of plain black cargo pants.
Not a spectacular or strange looking man at all. Besides the eye patch he wears. But close observers would notice that it was clearly ornamental, as he would every now and again move it to the other eye.
Sergey
Personality: A drunk. He drinks constantly, nonstop, incessantly. All day every day.
But he only stumbles every now and then. His speech, though hard to understand due to his thick German accent, is not slurred. And the more he drinks, the more he smells like cinnamon. If he drinks any less, he smells like sulfur.
Despite his obsession with alcohol, Sergey is a serious thinker. Critical listening and thinking make this man a hard one to fool. On top of that, an extensive knowledge in the field of tracking makes it hard for anyone(or anything) to hide.
When he's not drinking, he's looking for someone to go drinking with. Sergey likes drinking games A LOT, and can drink any man under the table. Italian or not.
He also like card games and gambling. And is quite the goofball.
History: Sergey led an awfully happy life. Never had much problem in dealing with the little "bumps" that came with anyone's life. Living with many close friends who joked and played. Traveling all over the place with each other and training till they dropped.
But, one day, an abnormally large bump seemed to keep him from moving on. This was a rather tragic and secretive event that lasted for years, and he keeps the memory sealed inside him.
In fact, probably the most anyone will hear of it would be "V'on day, I v'as lost. Z'e end."
Fortunately, he doesn't seem to mind much. Though he can be seen staring off into some distant memory on occasion.
He continued to travel, which led him to this place. But Sergey lost his friends. He thinks they may have just gotten seperated. And hopes that one day he might find them again.
But, until then he's vowed not to whine about it, and maybe make some new friends on the way. Maybe learn some neat new tricks.
Age: 35
Race: Human
Class: Death Knight
Date of Birth: July 30
Homelands: Germany
Final:
Cleaver: A powerful finisher. Draws energy into his sword so that he may cut through even the toughest hides.
Primary Weapon:
Zweihänder: 75" long, 35 pounds and 10" inches wide, Sergey wields a massive double edged sword. Plain in appearance except for the long red ribbon tied around the handle.
Appearance: Short, unkept dark brown hair litters Sergey's head. Behind one of his scarred ears he has several long braids of hair decorated with the occasional bead. He's about six feet tall with heavy set shoulders and a powerful build. And he's covered in scars, both from burns and cuts.
He wears a long coat, which is dark red in color. Underneath is a loose gray shirt tucked into a pair of plain black cargo pants.
Not a spectacular or strange looking man at all. Besides the eye patch he wears. But close observers would notice that it was clearly ornamental, as he would every now and again move it to the other eye.
Sergey
Personality: A drunk. He drinks constantly, nonstop, incessantly. All day every day.
But he only stumbles every now and then. His speech, though hard to understand due to his thick German accent, is not slurred. And the more he drinks, the more he smells like cinnamon. If he drinks any less, he smells like sulfur.
Despite his obsession with alcohol, Sergey is a serious thinker. Critical listening and thinking make this man a hard one to fool. On top of that, an extensive knowledge in the field of tracking makes it hard for anyone(or anything) to hide.
When he's not drinking, he's looking for someone to go drinking with. Sergey likes drinking games A LOT, and can drink any man under the table. Italian or not.
He also like card games and gambling. And is quite the goofball.
History: Sergey led an awfully happy life. Never had much problem in dealing with the little "bumps" that came with anyone's life. Living with many close friends who joked and played. Traveling all over the place with each other and training till they dropped.
But, one day, an abnormally large bump seemed to keep him from moving on. This was a rather tragic and secretive event that lasted for years, and he keeps the memory sealed inside him.
In fact, probably the most anyone will hear of it would be "V'on day, I v'as lost. Z'e end."
Fortunately, he doesn't seem to mind much. Though he can be seen staring off into some distant memory on occasion.
He continued to travel, which led him to this place. But Sergey lost his friends. He thinks they may have just gotten seperated. And hopes that one day he might find them again.
But, until then he's vowed not to whine about it, and maybe make some new friends on the way. Maybe learn some neat new tricks.
