Post by scooby on Jul 21, 2009 14:33:12 GMT -6
Shapeshifter Form.
.OOC Information.
OOC name -- Scooby-Dooby-Doo.
Activity Level -- High.
Current Characters-- None.
How you found Wasted Skies-- An advertisment on Chaos.
.Character Information.
Full Name -- Bayman Domovoi Kuznetsov.
Nickname -- None.
Gender -- Male.
Age -- Thirty-one.
Job -- Assassin.
First Form -- Snow Leopard.
Second Form -- Grizzly Bear.
Last Form -- Orca (Killer whale).
Likes --
Dislikes --
.Character Appearance.
Eye Color -- An unusually rich and deep amber.
Eternal Trait -- There is a large, greusome scar upon his right shoulder.
Height -- Six feet two inches.
Weight -- 231 Pounds.
Overall Appearance -- Bayman suits his job in appearance real well. With his large frame and meaty muscles, he is fit to be an assassin. In his entire six foot two inch build, you’ll find nothing but taut and well-trained flesh. If you were to meet this toned man in an alley way, you’d be able to guess his profession. His face is usually contorted by a scowl, if anything a shady grin. It’s a safe bet to make that he hasn’t smiled since his parents’ death. Along with this, he has a sullen and cold air about him, chilling the very marrow in your bone when he looks at you with his ruthless stare. It screams nothing but cruel intentions and thoughts of how many ways he could kill you. His stature is rather stiff and rigid, almost like an erect girder of steel has replaced his spine. Most don’t expect his graceful and fluent movements whenever he is forced into action with only his blade and body, betrayed by his large and bulky body. Bayman’s usual attire is not that outstanding; a low profile is his way to go. Upon his head is a deep crimson beret that is laced at the base with black leather. It’s his favorite piece of clothing, and it’s always worn during his missions. It hides most of his closely shaven black hair, except his dagger-like sideburns and the middle of his neck. His upper body is clad in a tight, black shirt, which cuts off a bit above his elbow. It tightly fits around his chiseled chest, amplifies his great build, and wraps around his thick neck. Placed over that is a commando vest that is basically black and orange. The vest only covers either side of his chest, his entire back, and comes up in a thick collar at the top around the neck. On either side is three pockets that gradually grow larger as they go up the vest; but they’re rarely used by Bayman. At the bottom opening of the vest is a short black strap, then another slightly longer one above it in similar color. Running across the front of his chest is another black strap, longer than the two others and is always left unstrapped. This way Bayman’s vest is loose fitting, allowing him to move about without any sort of restraint. Dangling from his neck is a polished and shiny dog tag, with the name “Bayman” etched in the top. Behind it, however, reads, “The Steel Assassin.” As for his pants, they’re nothing special. Just grey, baggy pants with slightly darker shades of grey splotches; much like a gray form of camo. Holding them up is a thin, black belt that has a golden buckle and is trimmed with gold at the feeding end. To top off his appearance, he likes to wear black gloves that start from a place before his wrists, and then cut off before the knuckles.
.Personal Character Information.
Personality -- Bayman is cold and ruthless, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of revenge. Before a fight, he often tells his opponent to prepare themselves, emphasizing his confidence and strength. He’s not one to play around; if he says he’s going to do something, you’d better believe he’s going to follow through with it. A challenge is what he relishes, be it a fight with someone or just a challenge in general. He’s very mutual on the fact of killing; he has no problem with taking someone’s life. If God can choose who lives and who dies, why not Bayman? However, killing is his profession, not his hobby. He doesn’t stay up all night, dreaming about slitting someone’s throat with his blade. Although he might as well be, for he’s good at what he does, and is probably the best to hire for the job. He’s able to slay a whole room of people without feeling the slightest bit guilty, and still keep a stern and menacing face during and after the process. In speech, he is very dodgy; evasive. While he expects straight answers, his are not all that clear. Mostly riddled with contorted truth and a bit of exaggeration, whatever will help him out at the moment. He’s used to being secretive, especially with his own clients. With his clean and precise words, it feels as if a blade is stabbing you hen he speaks. There just seems to be a mass amount of hostility and restrained hatred in each and every utterance. It’s hard to tell whether it is intentional though.
History -- Bayman was born and raised in Russia, the largest country out there. As a little boy it was always his biggest dream to join the military. His father had been forced into it, but unfortunately, that’s how he had died; at gun fire. This only fortified Bayman’s resolve, convinced that he could do an even better job than his own father. His mother, however, did not approve of this decision. She often tried to discourage her son with frightening words and even threats. Bayman, paying no mind to his protective mother, participated in brawls held by classmates and constantly found himself fighting random people. As the years went by, Bayman became more and better known for his abilities in fighting. It was almost as if he had been put on this Earth solely to beat everyone else. This gave Bayman even more competitors determined to defeat him, satisfying his thirst for a challenge for quite some time. Until finally, the age eighteen rolled around. Russians may have been able to join the army at a very young age, but Bayman’s mother had been able to hold him off for a while. As soon as he was prepared, the young adult was gone, off to join the military. His dream was coming true! Upon arrival, he was worked to the bone, receiving all the lowly jobs a ‘maggot deserved’. Slowly, he worked his way up into the ranks, eventually achieving the ‘commanding officer’ rank. Through his time there, he received the nickname ‘Steel Soldier’. He didn’t promote it all that much because he didn’t like it, but it soon spread like a virus. Eventually, he received a dog tag with his name etched in on the top and ‘Steel Soldier’ on the back. He was a professional in the art of Commando Sambo, a unique battle style exclusive to only a few Russians, and learned to only fight with his favorite blade when it was necessary. Eventually, Bayman discovered that he had the ability to transform into three different animals. Knowing how much shape-shifters were resented on Earth, he ran away from Russia, losing his title and living undercover for a while. He finally managed to scrape up enough money to fly off to Cambria, a planet that was abundant with his own kind. Although there were plenty humans there, Bayman managed to blend in, keeping a low profile and keeping his nose out of big gatherings. But there was a problem; he needed money. That’s when he was offered a job to take Leon Korsieve out, the boss of a big company that was backing out on all of his agreements. In desperate need of cash, Bayman accepted the offer, smoothly taking out the man with his military experience and natural instinct in fighting. Realizing that he was good at this, he picked up the job, following through with taking out important people. There hasn’t been a single assassination he has failed, and he plans to keep it that way. He then gained the nickname ‘The Steel Assassin’. This name, however, he liked. So much, that he branded it into his dog tag over his old name.
.RP Example.
“So what! Your business was failing anyway, so it doesn’t really matter if I back out now or thirty years later!” At that, Leon Korsieve slammed the phone back into its receiver, cracking the cheap plastic upon impact. If he wanted to save any money for retirement, then he’d have to cut some of his investments. Unfortunately, people were not taking kindly to this lowly act, so Leon was receiving negative publicity. Attempting to settle his flared nerves, Leon stared out the large window of his office, gazing at the blank sky with a stressed look. The heat of the conversation still tainting Leon’s thoughts, he quickly reached for a cigarette, taking brisk puffs now and then. The smoke gave him a tranquil feeling, quieting his conflicting thoughts and relaxing his tense muscles. “Ahh; that’s much better.” Leon took another drag of his cigarette. But he nearly choked on it as he heard a stone-cold voice murmur, “Evening, mister Korsieve.” He coughed and spluttered up the smoke, clutching at his throat as he spun around in his large office chair. Before him stood a tall man, clad in Russian military clothing and a stern expression. Leon furrowed his eyebrows and angrily spat, “What do you want?” As he was about to pull another cloud from his cigarette, the man took the cancer stick and doused it into his own arm, following up with, “You dead.” Leon stared at the man, wondering if he was truly serious. His cold stare gave nothing away, so the business man only expected the worst. “Now are you going to go out quietly, or with a bang?” asked the strange man, leaning in closer. “Well…” In one swift movement, Leon reached beneath his desk to retrieve a dagger, and threw it at the man. Unfortunately, he managed to dodge it, grunting in disapproval at the lowly move. “I see; if that’s how you wanna have it.” Leon snickered, before finally saying, “I don’t know who you think you are, coming in here and asking for me to come quietly—” Before he could finish, the stranger interrupted with, “I think I’m Bayman, and I have no idea why you think I’m taking you anywhere. I’m here to dispose of you; nothing more, nothing less. However,” murmured Bayman, settling into a crouching position and placing his meaty arms before him in an incentive to attack, “I’d like nothing more than for you to put up a fight.” Leon gave Bayman a look of disbelief, before deciding that his fate was unavoidable and lunging at the husky man rather foolishly. Bayman skillfully evaded the flung body, being sure to toss himself onto Leon as he fell to the floor. He then grabbed Leon’s arm, pulled it between his legs, and rolled forward, placing Leon in a bone-breaking arm-lock. He gave an involuntary yelp, feebly struggling against Bayman’s sheer strength. It was no use. Leon fell limp, awaiting his pending doom. “Such a shame,” muttered Bayman, “I had half expected you to be more of a challenge.” And with that, he snapped the man’s neck with one quick motion, allowing it to fall back to the floor as he got to his feet. Cracking his own neck and revolving his shoulders, Bayman walked out of the room, refusing to cast the man a second glance.
.OOC Information.
OOC name -- Scooby-Dooby-Doo.
Activity Level -- High.
Current Characters-- None.
How you found Wasted Skies-- An advertisment on Chaos.
.Character Information.
Full Name -- Bayman Domovoi Kuznetsov.
Nickname -- None.
Gender -- Male.
Age -- Thirty-one.
Job -- Assassin.
First Form -- Snow Leopard.
Second Form -- Grizzly Bear.
Last Form -- Orca (Killer whale).
Likes --
- Killing with only his blade.
- A challenge.
- Using his Grizzly Bear form.
Dislikes --
- When his opponent is easily taken out.
- He's cheated, wronged, or not taken seriously.
- When his baret is taken off of his head.
.Character Appearance.
Eye Color -- An unusually rich and deep amber.
Eternal Trait -- There is a large, greusome scar upon his right shoulder.
Height -- Six feet two inches.
Weight -- 231 Pounds.
Overall Appearance -- Bayman suits his job in appearance real well. With his large frame and meaty muscles, he is fit to be an assassin. In his entire six foot two inch build, you’ll find nothing but taut and well-trained flesh. If you were to meet this toned man in an alley way, you’d be able to guess his profession. His face is usually contorted by a scowl, if anything a shady grin. It’s a safe bet to make that he hasn’t smiled since his parents’ death. Along with this, he has a sullen and cold air about him, chilling the very marrow in your bone when he looks at you with his ruthless stare. It screams nothing but cruel intentions and thoughts of how many ways he could kill you. His stature is rather stiff and rigid, almost like an erect girder of steel has replaced his spine. Most don’t expect his graceful and fluent movements whenever he is forced into action with only his blade and body, betrayed by his large and bulky body. Bayman’s usual attire is not that outstanding; a low profile is his way to go. Upon his head is a deep crimson beret that is laced at the base with black leather. It’s his favorite piece of clothing, and it’s always worn during his missions. It hides most of his closely shaven black hair, except his dagger-like sideburns and the middle of his neck. His upper body is clad in a tight, black shirt, which cuts off a bit above his elbow. It tightly fits around his chiseled chest, amplifies his great build, and wraps around his thick neck. Placed over that is a commando vest that is basically black and orange. The vest only covers either side of his chest, his entire back, and comes up in a thick collar at the top around the neck. On either side is three pockets that gradually grow larger as they go up the vest; but they’re rarely used by Bayman. At the bottom opening of the vest is a short black strap, then another slightly longer one above it in similar color. Running across the front of his chest is another black strap, longer than the two others and is always left unstrapped. This way Bayman’s vest is loose fitting, allowing him to move about without any sort of restraint. Dangling from his neck is a polished and shiny dog tag, with the name “Bayman” etched in the top. Behind it, however, reads, “The Steel Assassin.” As for his pants, they’re nothing special. Just grey, baggy pants with slightly darker shades of grey splotches; much like a gray form of camo. Holding them up is a thin, black belt that has a golden buckle and is trimmed with gold at the feeding end. To top off his appearance, he likes to wear black gloves that start from a place before his wrists, and then cut off before the knuckles.
.Personal Character Information.
Personality -- Bayman is cold and ruthless, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of revenge. Before a fight, he often tells his opponent to prepare themselves, emphasizing his confidence and strength. He’s not one to play around; if he says he’s going to do something, you’d better believe he’s going to follow through with it. A challenge is what he relishes, be it a fight with someone or just a challenge in general. He’s very mutual on the fact of killing; he has no problem with taking someone’s life. If God can choose who lives and who dies, why not Bayman? However, killing is his profession, not his hobby. He doesn’t stay up all night, dreaming about slitting someone’s throat with his blade. Although he might as well be, for he’s good at what he does, and is probably the best to hire for the job. He’s able to slay a whole room of people without feeling the slightest bit guilty, and still keep a stern and menacing face during and after the process. In speech, he is very dodgy; evasive. While he expects straight answers, his are not all that clear. Mostly riddled with contorted truth and a bit of exaggeration, whatever will help him out at the moment. He’s used to being secretive, especially with his own clients. With his clean and precise words, it feels as if a blade is stabbing you hen he speaks. There just seems to be a mass amount of hostility and restrained hatred in each and every utterance. It’s hard to tell whether it is intentional though.
History -- Bayman was born and raised in Russia, the largest country out there. As a little boy it was always his biggest dream to join the military. His father had been forced into it, but unfortunately, that’s how he had died; at gun fire. This only fortified Bayman’s resolve, convinced that he could do an even better job than his own father. His mother, however, did not approve of this decision. She often tried to discourage her son with frightening words and even threats. Bayman, paying no mind to his protective mother, participated in brawls held by classmates and constantly found himself fighting random people. As the years went by, Bayman became more and better known for his abilities in fighting. It was almost as if he had been put on this Earth solely to beat everyone else. This gave Bayman even more competitors determined to defeat him, satisfying his thirst for a challenge for quite some time. Until finally, the age eighteen rolled around. Russians may have been able to join the army at a very young age, but Bayman’s mother had been able to hold him off for a while. As soon as he was prepared, the young adult was gone, off to join the military. His dream was coming true! Upon arrival, he was worked to the bone, receiving all the lowly jobs a ‘maggot deserved’. Slowly, he worked his way up into the ranks, eventually achieving the ‘commanding officer’ rank. Through his time there, he received the nickname ‘Steel Soldier’. He didn’t promote it all that much because he didn’t like it, but it soon spread like a virus. Eventually, he received a dog tag with his name etched in on the top and ‘Steel Soldier’ on the back. He was a professional in the art of Commando Sambo, a unique battle style exclusive to only a few Russians, and learned to only fight with his favorite blade when it was necessary. Eventually, Bayman discovered that he had the ability to transform into three different animals. Knowing how much shape-shifters were resented on Earth, he ran away from Russia, losing his title and living undercover for a while. He finally managed to scrape up enough money to fly off to Cambria, a planet that was abundant with his own kind. Although there were plenty humans there, Bayman managed to blend in, keeping a low profile and keeping his nose out of big gatherings. But there was a problem; he needed money. That’s when he was offered a job to take Leon Korsieve out, the boss of a big company that was backing out on all of his agreements. In desperate need of cash, Bayman accepted the offer, smoothly taking out the man with his military experience and natural instinct in fighting. Realizing that he was good at this, he picked up the job, following through with taking out important people. There hasn’t been a single assassination he has failed, and he plans to keep it that way. He then gained the nickname ‘The Steel Assassin’. This name, however, he liked. So much, that he branded it into his dog tag over his old name.
.RP Example.
“So what! Your business was failing anyway, so it doesn’t really matter if I back out now or thirty years later!” At that, Leon Korsieve slammed the phone back into its receiver, cracking the cheap plastic upon impact. If he wanted to save any money for retirement, then he’d have to cut some of his investments. Unfortunately, people were not taking kindly to this lowly act, so Leon was receiving negative publicity. Attempting to settle his flared nerves, Leon stared out the large window of his office, gazing at the blank sky with a stressed look. The heat of the conversation still tainting Leon’s thoughts, he quickly reached for a cigarette, taking brisk puffs now and then. The smoke gave him a tranquil feeling, quieting his conflicting thoughts and relaxing his tense muscles. “Ahh; that’s much better.” Leon took another drag of his cigarette. But he nearly choked on it as he heard a stone-cold voice murmur, “Evening, mister Korsieve.” He coughed and spluttered up the smoke, clutching at his throat as he spun around in his large office chair. Before him stood a tall man, clad in Russian military clothing and a stern expression. Leon furrowed his eyebrows and angrily spat, “What do you want?” As he was about to pull another cloud from his cigarette, the man took the cancer stick and doused it into his own arm, following up with, “You dead.” Leon stared at the man, wondering if he was truly serious. His cold stare gave nothing away, so the business man only expected the worst. “Now are you going to go out quietly, or with a bang?” asked the strange man, leaning in closer. “Well…” In one swift movement, Leon reached beneath his desk to retrieve a dagger, and threw it at the man. Unfortunately, he managed to dodge it, grunting in disapproval at the lowly move. “I see; if that’s how you wanna have it.” Leon snickered, before finally saying, “I don’t know who you think you are, coming in here and asking for me to come quietly—” Before he could finish, the stranger interrupted with, “I think I’m Bayman, and I have no idea why you think I’m taking you anywhere. I’m here to dispose of you; nothing more, nothing less. However,” murmured Bayman, settling into a crouching position and placing his meaty arms before him in an incentive to attack, “I’d like nothing more than for you to put up a fight.” Leon gave Bayman a look of disbelief, before deciding that his fate was unavoidable and lunging at the husky man rather foolishly. Bayman skillfully evaded the flung body, being sure to toss himself onto Leon as he fell to the floor. He then grabbed Leon’s arm, pulled it between his legs, and rolled forward, placing Leon in a bone-breaking arm-lock. He gave an involuntary yelp, feebly struggling against Bayman’s sheer strength. It was no use. Leon fell limp, awaiting his pending doom. “Such a shame,” muttered Bayman, “I had half expected you to be more of a challenge.” And with that, he snapped the man’s neck with one quick motion, allowing it to fall back to the floor as he got to his feet. Cracking his own neck and revolving his shoulders, Bayman walked out of the room, refusing to cast the man a second glance.