Name: Sameth Loneheart
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class:Ranger
Alignment: Neutral Good
Not Perfect: FRF
Birthplace: Bay of Elestra
Physical Appearance: Sams Hair is dirty Blone and messed up. He likes to try and keep it in shape, but years of battles and crwling through mud and snow have had their toll. He has a handsome face and has a strong muscular build. Some say he is the picture of an Angel, with his perfect Tan and light blue eyes, though those who have accompanied him into battle know he is a sly assasin, Using advanced tactics to defeat enemy, and when is needed, brute force. He has various tribal tatooes across his body, including one of a Fully Fledged Pheonix across his back and a black Band of Elvish writing around his right arm.
Sam inherited his facial features from his mother, giving him a soft complexion, even after a number of years of living in the wild and various verocious battles. The only facial scars he has is a small scar across his eye brow that has stopped the hair groing in a small line that runs diagnoly acorss his eyebrow and a little over his eye.
Personality: Sam is a surprisingly nice person. Some people perceve him as a sweet sensative boy and is great to talk to, But he has a huge weakness. The protection of his loved ones has turned into an obsession, so it distracts him easily when someone is hurt or is in jeapordy. Otherwise, In battle, People see a new side to Sam. The tactical engineer comes into play, and if he must use force, he inherits his fathers Beserker side. Usually running into a groups of soldiers swinging his sword wildley over his heead and screaming war cries.
He doesn't like to hold grudges against other races that he has met within his life, but he does have small dislikes to some of the Orc races and the Dwarf races. He find the Orcs just annoying as they seem to get in the way all the time as he goes out on patrols through the forests and the jungles, and he find the stubbourness of th dwarfs most irritating when trying to trade with them or sell items he has aquired on his journys.
History: Born into a family of Noble Men, Sameth was brought up having evertyhing he wanted. He was a skilled swordsman at the age of twelve, and an intelligent war tactician at thirteen. His father was an arms dealer so weaponry and armour was not in short supply for Sameth, allowing him to become experts with all varieties of weaponary and bows. Sam aquired Nehima on his thirteenth birthday, Nehima was a long sword, It was light for it's size and had various religious and magical inscriptions down the side of it and across the silver handle.
The day Sam turned nineteen, his life was turned upside down. Towards eleven o'clock at night Sam went to bed, thinking about what a new year of his life would bring him, the highs and the lows. Meanwhile his paretns where at a small practise party for Sam's birthday down in one of their small towns they owned. At midnight, his parents returned home, drunk. Sam heard the clattering as things were falling over inside the castle somwhere, and thinking it was a thief, found his sword and followed the noise.
It was so dark that night Sam couldn't see anything, So he didn't know what he was doing until he heard the terrified screams of his parents as the cold blade sliced through their flesh. Sam fled. And now travels on his own, still using his royal name as his lands had been given away to other tribes or countries when people thought that he was dead along with his parents. Strange enough, no body was found.
Within a few days of the deaths Sam was living on the streets and in the forests, living off what food he can find or scrounge. He seems to keep himself to himself, but people are usually to scared to actually talk to him as he has given Rangers a bad name in his area for looting and raveging live-stock. He now wonders the forests and streets of villages and cities looking for any nuiscenses that may be lurking around the corner.
Weapons and Equipment:Weapon 1: Nehima
Weapon 2: Kurael (Twin Daggers)
Head: None
Torso:War leathers
Legs:leather war pants
Sample Roleplay: It was sunset and the huge orange ball sinking into the sea cast ling shadows of the church on the soft grass of the accompanying graveyard. The man took notice of it's beauty and sighed. His whole life had been spent running from the families whos children or husbands he had been paid to kill or kidnap. The mans peace and throughts were dusturbed as a shot thudded into the stonework above his head. The men were armed with Muskets or other small fire arms, the man was trapped. Bringing his thoughts back to the matter at hand the man smiled widely and shouted down the stairs at the approaching mob "Well you'll be glad to know, your son squealed like a girl then I trampeled him wtih my horse!" With that he swugn his sword and sliced the support rope for the bell sending it cascading down the stairs.
The horrified screams of people being crushed by the ten ton bell as it cascaded down the stairwell met the mans ears as he slid down the roof and off the end, landing on the soft grass with a light thud. he ran a few paces and vaulted over the churchyard wal, turning and shouting "Sameth Loneheart has won again!" Then turning back away from the church he ran laughing back into the heart of the small town, where there was a boat waiting to take him away to his next target.
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