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Name: Rave
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Hedgehog
Fur/feather/scale/skin: Red, short spikes
Eyes: Yellow
Height: Average
Build: Lean
Attire: Black jeans, gray sneakers, grey fingerless gloves
Theme Words
First: Biker
Motorcycle: Rave owns a red Harley Davidson motorcycle that he can ride.
Mechanic: Rave knows motor vehicles inside and out especially motorcycles.
Second: : Swordsman
Junk Sword: Rave has a two-handed sword that he made out of scrap metal and old tires. It’s about the same size as he is and isn’t very sharp, but is pretty heavy and more designed to hack through something than anything else. It’s carried in a makeshift sheath on his back when not in use.
Junk Sword is very heavy: Because of the shear weight of the Junk Sword, blocking it is equivalent to taking two actions instead of one. Also because of its weight, Rave cannot swing his sword more than once per post or wield it one-handed.
Third: Tough
Large Pain Threshold: Rave can still take his normally allotted number of actions after a post in which he is lightly injured (serious or critical injuries are too big to ignore), however, doing so can aggravate that injury and deal an extra point of damage to Rave. Also, he must acknowledge the injury in his next post (“Huh, when did I get hit there?”).
Concussion Punch: Rave has learned over the years how to throw an absolutely devastating punch. If this attack hits, it deals a serious injury to the target and even if it is blocked it still deals a light injury due to the shock of the impact. Using this ability is equivalent to using two abilities instead of one.
Role Playing
Back-story:
Rave was raised in a motorcycle gang with his twin sister. His mother led this gang until her death when Rave was only fifteen. When his sister tried to take control of the gang, Rave left to find his own path in life.
It's been two years and he has never looked back. Along his travels, he met another runaway named Op. Now, with only his blade, his girl, and his bike, Rave tries to live as free as he can (no matter how much the law doesn't like it)!
Example Post:
Rave leaned against the wall of his jail cell with his arms crossed. His hand still hurt a bit from the brawl he had been in last night and it put him in quite a sour mood. “I don’t get why they had to arrest me,” he grumbled to himself, “Come on… that guy’s jaw should heal up just fine.”
“Aw, is someone being a grumpy Ravey today?” said a female voice from outside the cell. Lifting his head, Rave saw Op standing outside and holding a pair of keys. A smile grew across his face. “Hey there, beautiful,” he said with a chuckle, “How about you open up this cage and we’ll run away together, huh?” Op giggled as she unlocked the door, “We’re already runaways,” she noted. “True,” admitted Rave, “but we can’t do much running when I’m all locked up.”
This post has been edited by Pyroman: 12 April 2009 - 07:03 PM
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