Post by Ara on Jan 8, 2009 23:03:35 GMT -5
Name: Blaid
Age: late twenties
Gender: male
Alignment: We'll say bad, though he tends to swing from side to side, whenever it benefits him.
Krimzon Guard Rank: N/A
Personality: Blaid is smart, and he knows it. He, in fact, holds that over most people's head, and uses said smarts to get what he wants. He's underhanded and can have a nasty temper. Nevertheless, he's good at acting acceptably in polite company (when the time calls for it) and has a smart-ass little mouth on him. He's obscenely loyal to Mizo's gang, and despite the fact that he and Krew had a deal, there was nothing that could stop Blaid from doing what he could to spread the 'love' so to speak. Means to an end. That's the sort of guy he is. That being the case, he's got a silver tongue. He can sweet-talk his way into just about anything, and get out by the same method. It works well with the chicas. Rawr.
Physical Appearance: Blaid's... how can you put it... Rather hawt. He's tan with dark hair and steely grey eyes. Usually he's seen with a goatee, pricey sunglasses, and a cigarette. He has a strong chin and dresses impeccably nice when in public. When racing (for he's an incredible racer, see history below), he wears a custom-made racing suit and helmet. All in all, he usually looks QUITE immaculate. And often times will have a girl (or two) hanging from his arms.
Strengths: He's very smart, especially on his feet. The man knows how to talk to people to get what he wants, and if that doesn't work... There are other methods. On top of that, he's an incredible racer. Perhaps as good as Erol, if not more ruthless. He's rearing to try his hand at Haven's track. He's good with blades, and is acceptable at using firearms. He's also well-versed in methods of torture - for information, of course. *cough*
Weaknesses: Ego's a big one. His ego, one of these days, will be crushed, and that'll probably not be a good thing for him. On top of that, he's not overly strong, sucks at hand to hand combat, save for defensive purposes (growing up where he did, he had to learn SOMETHING). And he's not too great a runner. All that smoking. Tsk tsk.
Brief History: As a young child, Blaid, known then as Blane (Like Blaine), had always had his heart set on racing. Growing up in Kras city, that meant that every little boy and girl wanted to race. They wanted to gun through the streets, not caring who they hurt, or even killed. Very much like the city is today, it was a harsh place to live in.
But Blaid was far more determined than most of the children. He was brilliant in everything he did, especially racing. Whether it came from hidden skills, or the sheer fact that he believed he was the best, he quickly rose in popularity, finally catching Mizo's ear. When Blaid was approached about the crime family, he immediately joined, demanding a place to race in the games, as well as a high position. And by thunder, he was granted it. He made sure of that.
Knowing that, it's easy to see that he's been in a lot of less-than-wanted company in his time. The man is still a fairly high ranking member of Mizo's crime family, and has had a strong hand in the races that happen in Kras City. In fact, he's been a champion numerous times, and has come to find that racing the same opponents time and time again gets old. Even if he's had his share of deaths by his hand.
Upon hearing that Haven City's leader had been killed, as well as Krew, he figured venturing out into the city would prove useful. What he hadn't expected was getting caught up in something just as nasty, just as dirty as the crime in Kras. And it was damn interesting.
Extras: He likes to hang out at the club that Nichayla runs. There's hawt girls, for one, and on top of that, a lot of chatter happens with both the KG and the less honorable of folks. It's good for information gathering, and recruiting for his cause as well.
He also has connections with people... certain people... not in the city. Shady things are going down... Shady things that are as shady as SHADE. O_O
Picture: This will come later, I promises! :D
Sample Post: The room was dim - but that was how he liked it. Warm, enveloping shades of ruby red, silky black. A few lamps glowed warmly in the corners, one on a small table, where there sat three men. Blaid smirked his perfect smirk - the one he used when he knew he'd won. From between those white teeth, a small tendril of white smoke drifted into the hazy air before he released it slowly through his lips. "I think this wins the game, boys," he said, eyes flashing with a sort of malice not matched by his calm words.
There was a groan as the two other men threw their cards down and Blaid showed a nearly impossible hand. The man chuckled as he gathered his winnings, cigarette pinned with much practice in his lips. No, he hadn't cheated. He'd done it the old fashioned way. Counting. It was a simple enough task, once one figured it out. "Oh, and don't forget," he added as the two men left, pockets empty.
"Forget what?"
"There's a certain someone at the Catat's Fancy I'd like to meet. Arrange that for me, hmm?"
"Right... Right."
As they left, Blaid smiled, looking through his sunglasses at his winnings. This... This was going to be an interesting night.
Age: late twenties
Gender: male
Alignment: We'll say bad, though he tends to swing from side to side, whenever it benefits him.
Krimzon Guard Rank: N/A
Personality: Blaid is smart, and he knows it. He, in fact, holds that over most people's head, and uses said smarts to get what he wants. He's underhanded and can have a nasty temper. Nevertheless, he's good at acting acceptably in polite company (when the time calls for it) and has a smart-ass little mouth on him. He's obscenely loyal to Mizo's gang, and despite the fact that he and Krew had a deal, there was nothing that could stop Blaid from doing what he could to spread the 'love' so to speak. Means to an end. That's the sort of guy he is. That being the case, he's got a silver tongue. He can sweet-talk his way into just about anything, and get out by the same method. It works well with the chicas. Rawr.
Physical Appearance: Blaid's... how can you put it... Rather hawt. He's tan with dark hair and steely grey eyes. Usually he's seen with a goatee, pricey sunglasses, and a cigarette. He has a strong chin and dresses impeccably nice when in public. When racing (for he's an incredible racer, see history below), he wears a custom-made racing suit and helmet. All in all, he usually looks QUITE immaculate. And often times will have a girl (or two) hanging from his arms.
Strengths: He's very smart, especially on his feet. The man knows how to talk to people to get what he wants, and if that doesn't work... There are other methods. On top of that, he's an incredible racer. Perhaps as good as Erol, if not more ruthless. He's rearing to try his hand at Haven's track. He's good with blades, and is acceptable at using firearms. He's also well-versed in methods of torture - for information, of course. *cough*
Weaknesses: Ego's a big one. His ego, one of these days, will be crushed, and that'll probably not be a good thing for him. On top of that, he's not overly strong, sucks at hand to hand combat, save for defensive purposes (growing up where he did, he had to learn SOMETHING). And he's not too great a runner. All that smoking. Tsk tsk.
Brief History: As a young child, Blaid, known then as Blane (Like Blaine), had always had his heart set on racing. Growing up in Kras city, that meant that every little boy and girl wanted to race. They wanted to gun through the streets, not caring who they hurt, or even killed. Very much like the city is today, it was a harsh place to live in.
But Blaid was far more determined than most of the children. He was brilliant in everything he did, especially racing. Whether it came from hidden skills, or the sheer fact that he believed he was the best, he quickly rose in popularity, finally catching Mizo's ear. When Blaid was approached about the crime family, he immediately joined, demanding a place to race in the games, as well as a high position. And by thunder, he was granted it. He made sure of that.
Knowing that, it's easy to see that he's been in a lot of less-than-wanted company in his time. The man is still a fairly high ranking member of Mizo's crime family, and has had a strong hand in the races that happen in Kras City. In fact, he's been a champion numerous times, and has come to find that racing the same opponents time and time again gets old. Even if he's had his share of deaths by his hand.
Upon hearing that Haven City's leader had been killed, as well as Krew, he figured venturing out into the city would prove useful. What he hadn't expected was getting caught up in something just as nasty, just as dirty as the crime in Kras. And it was damn interesting.
Extras: He likes to hang out at the club that Nichayla runs. There's hawt girls, for one, and on top of that, a lot of chatter happens with both the KG and the less honorable of folks. It's good for information gathering, and recruiting for his cause as well.
He also has connections with people... certain people... not in the city. Shady things are going down... Shady things that are as shady as SHADE. O_O
Picture: This will come later, I promises! :D
Sample Post: The room was dim - but that was how he liked it. Warm, enveloping shades of ruby red, silky black. A few lamps glowed warmly in the corners, one on a small table, where there sat three men. Blaid smirked his perfect smirk - the one he used when he knew he'd won. From between those white teeth, a small tendril of white smoke drifted into the hazy air before he released it slowly through his lips. "I think this wins the game, boys," he said, eyes flashing with a sort of malice not matched by his calm words.
There was a groan as the two other men threw their cards down and Blaid showed a nearly impossible hand. The man chuckled as he gathered his winnings, cigarette pinned with much practice in his lips. No, he hadn't cheated. He'd done it the old fashioned way. Counting. It was a simple enough task, once one figured it out. "Oh, and don't forget," he added as the two men left, pockets empty.
"Forget what?"
"There's a certain someone at the Catat's Fancy I'd like to meet. Arrange that for me, hmm?"
"Right... Right."
As they left, Blaid smiled, looking through his sunglasses at his winnings. This... This was going to be an interesting night.