Alucard's Insane RP Adventure!

--The following is a slightly adjusted version of the character that I'll be using in most RPs. Mostly copypasta'd from another site I RP on, so I appologize if something looks a bit out of place for the character sheet.--

Name: Ronen Armex

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Occupation: Mercenary

Appearance: Dark blue eyes, medium-short uncombed black hair, light skin, a black hooded cloak (usually worn with the hood down), short sleeved dark blue shirt with a white chain mail undershirt, steel gauntlets with finger-less leather gloves, dark brown pants, a dark leather belt with ten throwing knives hanging off of it, and steel greaves.

Height: 5' 6"

Weight: 152 lb.

Personality: He is often calm but is sometimes easily angered. He doesn't often trust others but will help when the situation arises. No matter how much the odds are against him, he forces himself onward.

Skills: Having several years of training, Ronen is able to wield his blade with great speed and accuracy. He'll use throwing knives when forced to fight against enemies fighting from a distance, although, he is not quite as skilled when using them. He also carries a dagger hidden in his right boot in the case that he is unable to combat an opponent with his sword. Lastly, he can use an odd style of magic in which he causes mana to flow through his weapons, giving it some elemental damage.

Story (currently undergoing changes, may or may not be the same in future RPs): Many would say one chooses their destiny, but sometimes destiny is forced into one's hands. This was the case for Ronen. He once lived peacefully in a large city called Celista with his family, but it changed when their nation, Viathel, was attacked by Kiratorr. His father had then been drafted into the military. He had fallen during the first wave. Now, with no one to support them, they were running low on money preventing them from affording proper medical care. The winter that year was harsh, his mother became ill. She died within the week. All that was left was Ronen and Kestra.

Kestra found a job in the stalls of the town's market to earn enough money to get by. Ronen, too, had gotten a job. He was offered an opportunity to work as a blacksmith. He eventually became well trained in metal craft. It seemed as though the hardships would soon be over, but fate had something else in store for them.

It was the middle of the night. Ronen had woken to the sound of screams. Unsure of what was going on, he grabbed his sword and rushed outside. He was shocked at what he had seen. The city was in flames. Bodies were strewn across the streets, blood staining the ground. The city's guards were doing what they could to hold off the attackers. Horrified, he ran back inside to wake Kestra and tell her the city was being attacked, but she had gone on some errands and had yet to return. Worried about her safety, he ran back outside to find her.

He had searched many blocks and was confronted by bandits several times, but he would not let anything stop his search. Then he heard a scream that cut through the sounds of battle. It seemed as though the world had shifted beneath his feet. He forced his way in the direction of the scream. It was Kestra. She was lying on the ground motionless, a large man wielding a katana stood over her. Filled with rage Ronen took his sword firmly in hand and charged forward. The man turned around, he hesitated when he saw Ronen rushing towards him. That hesitation led to his demise. With a cry, the man fell to the ground, never to get up again.

Now, Ronen's attention now was on Kestra. He dropped the sword on the ground and ran to her side. Kestra slowly opened her eyes. Ronen told to her not to move and helped carry her to a nearby cellar to hide from the fighting. She told Ronen not to worry and gave him a red crystal. It was the family's treasure, and he was being trusted with it. She told him never to lose it, then, all life had left. Ronen remained there, grieving, long after the battle had stopped.

Three years after the city had been attacked, Ronen joined a small band of mercenaries, carrying with him a large blade that he crafted by his own hand. It is unknown where fate shall lead him next.



HP: 50

STR: 40

LP: 60

Inventory:
Minor healing salve
10 Throwing knives
Dagger


Weapon of choice: Garada, a five-foot Zweihänder with a thick, serrated blade forged from silver. "Kestra" is etched into the base of the blade on both sides. A large red gem is held firmly in the hilt.

Special Ability: Iron Will
When his health falls below ¼, his STR get multiplied by 1.5 for the ramainder of the fight.

Now let's see how long until he loses his sanity in this world! =D