Post by sky on Feb 8, 2010 18:02:19 GMT -6
.OOC Information.
OOC name -- Sky
Activity Level -- Medium-High
Current Characters-- Lillian Oakair
.Character Information.
Full Name -- Xalium Koal
Nickname -- Xal, Leam, Lemzy
Gender -- Male
Age -- 27 Years
Job -- Soldier, Private Rank
Likes --
Dislikes --
.Character Appearance.
Eye Color -- Blue
Height -- 6'1"
Weight -- 170 Lbs
Overall Appearance -- Attractive to say the least. Aside from the ghastly scars on his eye and neck, (and those hidden on his chest and back) he's the picture of the perfect 'tall dark and handsome'. Tall, slightly thin shape is toned with just the healthy amount of muscle. American-white skin, that tans nicely in the summer months, is paled only by the many scars that decorate his body. His right eye is also a victim of this scaring, paled and glazed with what most would immediatly know to be blindness. Left-handed, for a few obvious reasons, he wears his gun on his right hip, tucked against his side nicely with black leather. The usual blue denim jeans are torn a bit on one knee, where if you look closely, you can see the skin of his leg underneath the feathery blue fabric. A red-and-black t-shirt is hidden by a dark gray hoodie, long and baggy. (some wonder if this could be from a year when he put on a bit more weight then normal) Other then that, his black and red sneakers and black fingerless gloves, leather, are all else he wears. Brown hair is darker near the roots, thanks to a natural 'dye' job from the sun. Soft as fur, almost, long and usually covering his face a bit. His face... those tattoos under his eyes shot down like black ink 'spikes', ending where his lips align. Lips, which are constantly in a sort of bored laze.
.Personal Character Information.
Personality -- Friendly enough to most of his friends, but a real killer when he meets a shapeshifter. Not because he's racist or hates them, like most people, but because it's his job to get rid of them. Merciless just about always. Otherwise, he's nice but has a bit of a temper. Nothing outwardly amuses him to the point of showing a genuine smile, but he cracks jokes and laughs on the rare occasion. Sarcastic, defensive, and always the first to go on the offense if the time calls. But deep down, he's a real sweetie, loyal and caring to those he longs to protect and keep near. He has a bit of trouble with taking orders, but will do them if told to... despite his dislike for athority. Quick and to the point though, he shoots first and mocks later. Not one to usually take prisoners, but on rare occasions, he grants mercy enough to do so instead. Very rare occasions. A lover, a joker, and an annoying but great friend. But something else? A cat lover. To save the best for last, I'll tell you now about his adoration for cats. You don't see him go far without a stray tabby following him around, wether he wants it to or not. Speculations are made at times in wonder if he's a shifter himself, with how much cats love him... and though he adores them, he hates the reputation of possibly being a shapeshifter. So when the cats come to play while he's working, he tends not to pay much mind. Otherwise, at home or when he's just relaxing, you'll find him with a cat or two, playing or just petting them while he listens to music or something else.
History -- He was born on Earth, in Australia actually. Grew up and lived a great life until he found himself flying away to find work on the other planet. How old was he then... no more then twenty-one? Well that's what happens when your parents die. Cancer took his mother when he was nine, and then his father crashed the SUV into a gas station when he was sixteen. With no family on Earth, his only luck would be found with his rumored uncle on Cambria. It would be to his disappointment that he'd find that he too, at the age of thrity-nine, died. Alone and unsure, no where near his home on Earth, Xal found himself finding other ways to work and make home. He did what any man with his father's gun would do; joined a resistance. Joined the fight against shape-shifters. He became a Soldier. And he found himself loving the job day after day... what started as a means of employment, turned into a life-worthy love and career. But then, he had never killed a shapeshifter yet... or met one for that matter.
But that day came sooner then he had hoped. The day came when he was face-to-face with a shifter, who had just turned from a beautiful woman into a deadly beast of a bear, and now towered over him dangerously. He had hoped never to have to fire his father's gun... but found himself with no other choice... and with a frightful yell, he shot.. she fell, and seemed to try shifting back, before she died half-bear, half-girl. Something changed that day, that would make Xalium realize one thing; these creatures.. these aliens, were -not- human. They were not human, they were not friends or neutral bloods. They were enemies to him now... and why? The fight previous with the girl had left him blind in his right eye, and with a badly torn up throat, along with a few other semi-major injuries. And though it wasn't long before he was back walking the day again, searching.. hunting down these things that tore him apart once before. But would his promise to show no mercy hold true?
OOC name -- Sky
Activity Level -- Medium-High
Current Characters-- Lillian Oakair
.Character Information.
Full Name -- Xalium Koal
Nickname -- Xal, Leam, Lemzy
Gender -- Male
Age -- 27 Years
Job -- Soldier, Private Rank
Likes --
- Weapons
- Cats
- Most other animals
- Music
Dislikes --
- Toy Dogs (breed, not child's thing)
- Being ignored
- Arrogant People
.Character Appearance.
Eye Color -- Blue
Height -- 6'1"
Weight -- 170 Lbs
Overall Appearance -- Attractive to say the least. Aside from the ghastly scars on his eye and neck, (and those hidden on his chest and back) he's the picture of the perfect 'tall dark and handsome'. Tall, slightly thin shape is toned with just the healthy amount of muscle. American-white skin, that tans nicely in the summer months, is paled only by the many scars that decorate his body. His right eye is also a victim of this scaring, paled and glazed with what most would immediatly know to be blindness. Left-handed, for a few obvious reasons, he wears his gun on his right hip, tucked against his side nicely with black leather. The usual blue denim jeans are torn a bit on one knee, where if you look closely, you can see the skin of his leg underneath the feathery blue fabric. A red-and-black t-shirt is hidden by a dark gray hoodie, long and baggy. (some wonder if this could be from a year when he put on a bit more weight then normal) Other then that, his black and red sneakers and black fingerless gloves, leather, are all else he wears. Brown hair is darker near the roots, thanks to a natural 'dye' job from the sun. Soft as fur, almost, long and usually covering his face a bit. His face... those tattoos under his eyes shot down like black ink 'spikes', ending where his lips align. Lips, which are constantly in a sort of bored laze.
.Personal Character Information.
Personality -- Friendly enough to most of his friends, but a real killer when he meets a shapeshifter. Not because he's racist or hates them, like most people, but because it's his job to get rid of them. Merciless just about always. Otherwise, he's nice but has a bit of a temper. Nothing outwardly amuses him to the point of showing a genuine smile, but he cracks jokes and laughs on the rare occasion. Sarcastic, defensive, and always the first to go on the offense if the time calls. But deep down, he's a real sweetie, loyal and caring to those he longs to protect and keep near. He has a bit of trouble with taking orders, but will do them if told to... despite his dislike for athority. Quick and to the point though, he shoots first and mocks later. Not one to usually take prisoners, but on rare occasions, he grants mercy enough to do so instead. Very rare occasions. A lover, a joker, and an annoying but great friend. But something else? A cat lover. To save the best for last, I'll tell you now about his adoration for cats. You don't see him go far without a stray tabby following him around, wether he wants it to or not. Speculations are made at times in wonder if he's a shifter himself, with how much cats love him... and though he adores them, he hates the reputation of possibly being a shapeshifter. So when the cats come to play while he's working, he tends not to pay much mind. Otherwise, at home or when he's just relaxing, you'll find him with a cat or two, playing or just petting them while he listens to music or something else.
History -- He was born on Earth, in Australia actually. Grew up and lived a great life until he found himself flying away to find work on the other planet. How old was he then... no more then twenty-one? Well that's what happens when your parents die. Cancer took his mother when he was nine, and then his father crashed the SUV into a gas station when he was sixteen. With no family on Earth, his only luck would be found with his rumored uncle on Cambria. It would be to his disappointment that he'd find that he too, at the age of thrity-nine, died. Alone and unsure, no where near his home on Earth, Xal found himself finding other ways to work and make home. He did what any man with his father's gun would do; joined a resistance. Joined the fight against shape-shifters. He became a Soldier. And he found himself loving the job day after day... what started as a means of employment, turned into a life-worthy love and career. But then, he had never killed a shapeshifter yet... or met one for that matter.
But that day came sooner then he had hoped. The day came when he was face-to-face with a shifter, who had just turned from a beautiful woman into a deadly beast of a bear, and now towered over him dangerously. He had hoped never to have to fire his father's gun... but found himself with no other choice... and with a frightful yell, he shot.. she fell, and seemed to try shifting back, before she died half-bear, half-girl. Something changed that day, that would make Xalium realize one thing; these creatures.. these aliens, were -not- human. They were not human, they were not friends or neutral bloods. They were enemies to him now... and why? The fight previous with the girl had left him blind in his right eye, and with a badly torn up throat, along with a few other semi-major injuries. And though it wasn't long before he was back walking the day again, searching.. hunting down these things that tore him apart once before. But would his promise to show no mercy hold true?
