01-06-2009, 11:51 AM
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Name: Griffith Masters
Age: 23
Race: Generic (Human)
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Martial Artist/Bodyguard
Fighting Style: Cunning, Courageous, Calculating
Short Bio: Born the humble son of a poor martial artist/farmer and a pianist, Griffith was taught to appreciate the simpler things in life: Nature, hard work, and family. He was taught humility, compassion, and the courage to stand up for what is right and just when necessary. His father, a simple and wise old man, was determined that Griffith learn that good men must not be indifferent, even at the cost of his own life. Organized crime had grown strong in the city, and his neighborhood was one of the last bastions to fall. His father's murder would drive his training even further, and his mentality was set. Protect the weak from the wicked.
General Description: Griffith stands around 6'0. His build is lean and muscular, with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. He is usually wearing a white gi and a red bandanna wrapped around his forehead, though the color may change from time to time. His fingers and knuckles are usually taped.
Starting Abilities: Martial Arts Specialization, Inner Strength
Trait: Compassionate
Role-play Sample: The cool water of the creek splashed on Griffith's feet as he sat with a reed in his mouth, his fishing pole extended in front of him. Next to him sat a small girl with sandy blond hair mimicking his every move. It was no secret that Emma Masters idolized her big brother. Especially since their father had died. He was the last symbol of hope this neighborhood had left in more than just her eyes.
Suddenly she had a tug on her pole. It caught her by such surprise that it was nearly wrenched from her little fingers, but somehow she managed to hold on.
“Pull it in, Emma!” Griffith yelled encouragingly. He dropped his own pole on the bank and stood over her, trying to decide if he should help her or let her do it on her own. She struggled, gaining ground, and then losing it as the fish fought for dear life. Finally the little girl made a mighty tug, toppling over and pulling the fish onto the bank with her.
Griffith jumped to grab the fish before it slid back in the stream, able to hold on just before it hit the sparkling water. Emma sat up and smiled, looking at her prized catch. It was a beauty, no doubt. A fish their father would have been proud of. Griffith returned her grin, but it soon faded.
Through the forest path came one of the village girls, Mimi, and her face was gripped with fear. She breathed heavily, but tried to speak at the same time.
“The...Astinos...gang...are holding up...the market again...” She doubled over, trying to catch her breath. Griffith immediately put the fish on the ground and ran to her.
“You and Emma go get the Sheriff, tell him what's going on and then go hide in the forest. Emma knows the place. Don't come out until I come and get you!” The short, blonde girl nodded, confused but obedient. Griffith patted her arm once, nodded, and then sprinted down the trail, his red bandanna flailing behind him.
The trees began to part as the village came into view. The streets were deserted, a good sign that something unpleasant was going down. It had begun to happen more and more frequently and nothing was being done about it. Griffith hoped to change that today. He ran down the street, the sounds of men's voices beginning to grow louder and louder.
He sprinted around another block, ran through an alley and then found himself on the outskirts of the open air market. Several men in suits, sunglasses, and other stereotypical gangster attire held knives, axes, and martial might against the patrons and vendors alike. They were here for money, they were here for fun, they were here for chaos. But they were soon to be in the presence of bad company.
Stats:
Strength: 45%
Focus: 25%
Endurance 30%
Agility: 15%
Name: Griffith Masters
Age: 23
Race: Generic (Human)
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Martial Artist/Bodyguard
Fighting Style: Cunning, Courageous, Calculating
Short Bio: Born the humble son of a poor martial artist/farmer and a pianist, Griffith was taught to appreciate the simpler things in life: Nature, hard work, and family. He was taught humility, compassion, and the courage to stand up for what is right and just when necessary. His father, a simple and wise old man, was determined that Griffith learn that good men must not be indifferent, even at the cost of his own life. Organized crime had grown strong in the city, and his neighborhood was one of the last bastions to fall. His father's murder would drive his training even further, and his mentality was set. Protect the weak from the wicked.
General Description: Griffith stands around 6'0. His build is lean and muscular, with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. He is usually wearing a white gi and a red bandanna wrapped around his forehead, though the color may change from time to time. His fingers and knuckles are usually taped.
Starting Abilities: Martial Arts Specialization, Inner Strength
Trait: Compassionate
Role-play Sample: The cool water of the creek splashed on Griffith's feet as he sat with a reed in his mouth, his fishing pole extended in front of him. Next to him sat a small girl with sandy blond hair mimicking his every move. It was no secret that Emma Masters idolized her big brother. Especially since their father had died. He was the last symbol of hope this neighborhood had left in more than just her eyes.
Suddenly she had a tug on her pole. It caught her by such surprise that it was nearly wrenched from her little fingers, but somehow she managed to hold on.
“Pull it in, Emma!” Griffith yelled encouragingly. He dropped his own pole on the bank and stood over her, trying to decide if he should help her or let her do it on her own. She struggled, gaining ground, and then losing it as the fish fought for dear life. Finally the little girl made a mighty tug, toppling over and pulling the fish onto the bank with her.
Griffith jumped to grab the fish before it slid back in the stream, able to hold on just before it hit the sparkling water. Emma sat up and smiled, looking at her prized catch. It was a beauty, no doubt. A fish their father would have been proud of. Griffith returned her grin, but it soon faded.
Through the forest path came one of the village girls, Mimi, and her face was gripped with fear. She breathed heavily, but tried to speak at the same time.
“The...Astinos...gang...are holding up...the market again...” She doubled over, trying to catch her breath. Griffith immediately put the fish on the ground and ran to her.
“You and Emma go get the Sheriff, tell him what's going on and then go hide in the forest. Emma knows the place. Don't come out until I come and get you!” The short, blonde girl nodded, confused but obedient. Griffith patted her arm once, nodded, and then sprinted down the trail, his red bandanna flailing behind him.
The trees began to part as the village came into view. The streets were deserted, a good sign that something unpleasant was going down. It had begun to happen more and more frequently and nothing was being done about it. Griffith hoped to change that today. He ran down the street, the sounds of men's voices beginning to grow louder and louder.
He sprinted around another block, ran through an alley and then found himself on the outskirts of the open air market. Several men in suits, sunglasses, and other stereotypical gangster attire held knives, axes, and martial might against the patrons and vendors alike. They were here for money, they were here for fun, they were here for chaos. But they were soon to be in the presence of bad company.
Stats:
Strength: 45%
Focus: 25%
Endurance 30%
Agility: 15%
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