Name:
Faust Ambrosi
Nickname(s):
Faust
Age:
20
Birthday:
8/23/91
Species:
demon
Element:
n/a
Natural Born Abilities:
advanced swordsmanship
Weapon(s):
Katana
Limitations of Weapon(s):
Explanation of Weapon:
Physical Appearance:
Faust is a handsome young man of twenty who stands at 5’10 with red-brown hair and green eyes, . He usually wears red/gray/orange clothes, or anything loose or tight fitting. Also, from his profession, he has multiple battle scars on his chest and back.
General Attitude/Personality:
Faust has a charming personality and sarcastic wit, and is always shown with a smile on his face.
When in battle, He analyzes a situation before jumping in. Faust is also proven to be very loyal, polite, and intelligent.
Likes:
Trying to cook
His job
Sneaking up behind Armand and try to attack him
Greatly seasoned food, do to his lack of taste
Dislikes:
Loosing to Armand~
Stains on his clothing
Blood on his clothing
Bad Habits:
Keeping candy and chocolate in his pockets. They melt and the stains are hard to get out~
Goals:
To finally defeat his rival in a sudden death match~
Fears:
Not getting the stains out of his clothing..
Mother/Father:
Siblings: none
History: ((will work on it later~))
RP Example:
Faust walked along the silent streets of Venice, his raven black cape dancing in the nights wind. He stopped suddenly in front of a wealthy merchants villa. The windows were dark, and all who were within there were sleeping, not knowing what was about to happen. The man scaled the front of the villa smoothly using window ledges to do so, and jumped up to fourth story where the man who was bound to be killed slept. He lightly pushed on the windowpane which opened up easily, and climbed in. The room he now stood is was fairly large and greatly ornamented which fitted perfectly for a upper class merchant. In the corner of the room was a large bed with three pillows, silky red sheets, and a black cover. In the bed, sleeping on his back slept a over weighed man in his late forties who snored loudly. Taking out partly torn picture that his client had giving him, Faust glanced at the man once more before putting the picture back in his pocket. The sleeping man matched the description of the male in the picture. He walked swiftly towards the bed as a long katana slid out from it’s sheath as he approached the sleeping man.
His moves were quick thorough. The sleeping man did not awake or make a nose as his head was decapitated.
“dormire bene~” he whispered with a hint of a laugh, as the assassin left the room as soundlessly as he had entered.
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