Crimson
Jun 17, 2007 23:06:56 GMT -5
Post by Zark on Jun 17, 2007 23:06:56 GMT -5
Full Name: Barret Hatcher
Other Names: ‘Crimson’, ‘Red’, ‘Scourge’, ‘Lash’, ‘Pain’, ‘Bloodhound’
Race:: Human
Side: Neutral/Empire, though he is up for helping the person with the largest wallet, and the ones that are easy going when it comes to how he should treat certain bounties.
Birthplace: Empire, Teirm
Age: 25 years old
Gender: Male
Birthday: Born in the middle of summer.
Eyes: Pale Icy Blue
Hair: Wild red hair that is about six inches long that seems to go in all directions if given the chance, though most of the time it is covered by a crimson cloth, though it still peeks out.
Weight: His weight is 171 pounds of muscle, skin and bone. Though short, he has muscles that make him small and stocky, not unlike an oversized dwarf. His muscles are also thick, hard and heavy.
Height: Five feet and seven inches tall and about two feet wide from shoulder to shoulder.
Magic User: Yes, but currently knows no words. All he knows is how to reach out his mind and how to defend his mind. His mind is well protected through years of vigorous training and he can reach out into animal minds and become their friends.
Clothing: He usually wears crimson red clothes and red leather. Underneath the red cloth and leather on his chest is a chain shirt that protects him from attacks that would be more lethal. He tents to dear red gloves that cover his hands. On some occasions, when its more pressing, he sometimes goes into disguise, but he prefers to let people know who he is, and remind them about who he is, and his place in society.
Preferred Weapon(s): Though he is not picky when it comes to the choice of weapons, he prefers scourges, whips, saps and his own fists. He also likes weapons that catch his opponents, such as bolas, and nets. His speciality with weapons, is that he knows how to hit someone with any weapon in the most painful way that is ‘nonlethal’. This way, he can bring people back alive and, more or less, intact. Even so, he knows how to kill with any weapon if he needs to, even with weapons that normally don’t kill, such as saps.
Personality: Barret’s personality is different among normal people. He takes pleasure in his job. He is hardly angry, but he when he is angry, its when things are not going his way. But he never lets his anger get in the way of buisness, unless he can afford it and knows he can get away with it. But even when he is angry, he never shows it, always putting on a grim cold buisness face or a smug one.
Likes/Dislikes: Barret likes to cut to the chase, but sometimes he likes to drag things out, watch people squirm. He also likes a good fight, likes to be feared, respected and loves to give someone a good old fashion introduction with a fist in the face to those who don’t know him. He hates following laws that restrict him from doing what he does. Not only that, he hates doing nothing, prefering action over thought, but he hates stupidity and acts of it over everything else. He hates to back down from a challenge but enjoys causing pain.
Family: He was a single child, the bastard son of Garret Hatcher, the renowned bounty hunter of his time, and Julia Walker the unwilling mother. Though he knows little of his mother, he knows plenty of his father, for his father was the one that took him and began to teach him the trade that his father knew. If there is any other family out there, Barret knows none of them and cares little to find out.
Brief History: Barret was born and raised on the streets of Teirm. His father was tough and cold to him, training him to kill or be killed with training techniques that required all mind and body. On his free time, he stole from many vendors, got into fights and pickpocketed from various people. Once he was caught stealing, in which he barely got away. When he got back home, he was beaten not because he stole, but because he got caught.
When he finally was fifteen years of age, he left Teirm, his father and made his home outside the city walls. He tried to get into a different profession, but he just didn’t feel right. As time went on, he took up the job that his father had taught him, and did it with deadly precision. Barret began to crave for the next hunt, for nothing compared to the adrenline rush of chasing after his charge. His past time became causing trouble in taverns and inns by causing and getting into fights.
After a while, his fame start to grow in the higher courts of Urû’baen. He became feared by many people. His skill for bringing back people back alive but unspoiled is a very useful thing. Not too mention his methods of getting information. His reputation is large enough that he gathers some attention that usually leads to a couple of assassins or more. Even so, when faced with death, he puts on a smug grin and escapes, dealing as much damage as he can to the assassins that attempted to take his life to the brink of death.
Anything extra: One of his greatest talents are his keen senses, namely his keen sense of smell. He doesn’t need a hound to tell him the direction his foe went. He could tell what you had yesterday morning without a doubt by simply taking a whiff of your breath.
His companion is a large wolf named ‘Fang’ which is about as tall as Barret himself. He found the wolf in the Beor mountains when one of his charges was fleeing from the empire, though it did him little good in the end. He was a cub that nearly bit his arm off but he managed to give Fang a reason to respect him by wrestling him down and holding him down till Fang finally yielded, course that was after he broke a few of Fang‘s ribs to the brink of blacking out. After he won the wrestling ‘game’ he looked at the pup and took pity on it, the first thing he took pity on. After raising it back up to good health, he continued looking for his charge. Fang followed, and eventually helped him out in taking down his charge. So they remained together ever since.
Barret isn’t affected by pain as much as others, because of the rough life of his father. A great deal of his nerves have deadened so he could hold a clump of burning coal without giving a yelp of pain.
Other Names: ‘Crimson’, ‘Red’, ‘Scourge’, ‘Lash’, ‘Pain’, ‘Bloodhound’
Race:: Human
Side: Neutral/Empire, though he is up for helping the person with the largest wallet, and the ones that are easy going when it comes to how he should treat certain bounties.
Birthplace: Empire, Teirm
Age: 25 years old
Gender: Male
Birthday: Born in the middle of summer.
Eyes: Pale Icy Blue
Hair: Wild red hair that is about six inches long that seems to go in all directions if given the chance, though most of the time it is covered by a crimson cloth, though it still peeks out.
Weight: His weight is 171 pounds of muscle, skin and bone. Though short, he has muscles that make him small and stocky, not unlike an oversized dwarf. His muscles are also thick, hard and heavy.
Height: Five feet and seven inches tall and about two feet wide from shoulder to shoulder.
Magic User: Yes, but currently knows no words. All he knows is how to reach out his mind and how to defend his mind. His mind is well protected through years of vigorous training and he can reach out into animal minds and become their friends.
Clothing: He usually wears crimson red clothes and red leather. Underneath the red cloth and leather on his chest is a chain shirt that protects him from attacks that would be more lethal. He tents to dear red gloves that cover his hands. On some occasions, when its more pressing, he sometimes goes into disguise, but he prefers to let people know who he is, and remind them about who he is, and his place in society.
Preferred Weapon(s): Though he is not picky when it comes to the choice of weapons, he prefers scourges, whips, saps and his own fists. He also likes weapons that catch his opponents, such as bolas, and nets. His speciality with weapons, is that he knows how to hit someone with any weapon in the most painful way that is ‘nonlethal’. This way, he can bring people back alive and, more or less, intact. Even so, he knows how to kill with any weapon if he needs to, even with weapons that normally don’t kill, such as saps.
Personality: Barret’s personality is different among normal people. He takes pleasure in his job. He is hardly angry, but he when he is angry, its when things are not going his way. But he never lets his anger get in the way of buisness, unless he can afford it and knows he can get away with it. But even when he is angry, he never shows it, always putting on a grim cold buisness face or a smug one.
Likes/Dislikes: Barret likes to cut to the chase, but sometimes he likes to drag things out, watch people squirm. He also likes a good fight, likes to be feared, respected and loves to give someone a good old fashion introduction with a fist in the face to those who don’t know him. He hates following laws that restrict him from doing what he does. Not only that, he hates doing nothing, prefering action over thought, but he hates stupidity and acts of it over everything else. He hates to back down from a challenge but enjoys causing pain.
Family: He was a single child, the bastard son of Garret Hatcher, the renowned bounty hunter of his time, and Julia Walker the unwilling mother. Though he knows little of his mother, he knows plenty of his father, for his father was the one that took him and began to teach him the trade that his father knew. If there is any other family out there, Barret knows none of them and cares little to find out.
Brief History: Barret was born and raised on the streets of Teirm. His father was tough and cold to him, training him to kill or be killed with training techniques that required all mind and body. On his free time, he stole from many vendors, got into fights and pickpocketed from various people. Once he was caught stealing, in which he barely got away. When he got back home, he was beaten not because he stole, but because he got caught.
When he finally was fifteen years of age, he left Teirm, his father and made his home outside the city walls. He tried to get into a different profession, but he just didn’t feel right. As time went on, he took up the job that his father had taught him, and did it with deadly precision. Barret began to crave for the next hunt, for nothing compared to the adrenline rush of chasing after his charge. His past time became causing trouble in taverns and inns by causing and getting into fights.
After a while, his fame start to grow in the higher courts of Urû’baen. He became feared by many people. His skill for bringing back people back alive but unspoiled is a very useful thing. Not too mention his methods of getting information. His reputation is large enough that he gathers some attention that usually leads to a couple of assassins or more. Even so, when faced with death, he puts on a smug grin and escapes, dealing as much damage as he can to the assassins that attempted to take his life to the brink of death.
Anything extra: One of his greatest talents are his keen senses, namely his keen sense of smell. He doesn’t need a hound to tell him the direction his foe went. He could tell what you had yesterday morning without a doubt by simply taking a whiff of your breath.
His companion is a large wolf named ‘Fang’ which is about as tall as Barret himself. He found the wolf in the Beor mountains when one of his charges was fleeing from the empire, though it did him little good in the end. He was a cub that nearly bit his arm off but he managed to give Fang a reason to respect him by wrestling him down and holding him down till Fang finally yielded, course that was after he broke a few of Fang‘s ribs to the brink of blacking out. After he won the wrestling ‘game’ he looked at the pup and took pity on it, the first thing he took pity on. After raising it back up to good health, he continued looking for his charge. Fang followed, and eventually helped him out in taking down his charge. So they remained together ever since.
Barret isn’t affected by pain as much as others, because of the rough life of his father. A great deal of his nerves have deadened so he could hold a clump of burning coal without giving a yelp of pain.
