Post by Remus Wolfe ~ Witch Hunter on Jan 24, 2013 15:09:55 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Remus Wolfe (Nickname: Witch Hunter)
Race: Human
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Denerim
Residence: Currently? The Wilds. He has a camp there.
Affiliation: A grudging affiliation with the Chantry and the Seekers
Occupation: Hunter.
Religion: Former Andrastian.
COMBAT
Class: A roguey Rogue!
Character Stats:
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Willpower: 1
Magic: 0 (He has a bit of use in healing magics, though it's limited)
Cunning: 3
Spells:
(If you play a Mage, list your spells here; click the link for more info: dragon-age.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=824 )
Gear:
He wears mostly an attire consisting of hard sturdy black leather, a face mask and a hood though out of his attire he wears black shirts, stone-grey pants with black boots and covered with a black trenchcoat. He carreies a bow called Wraithling and a sword named Magi's Bane. He also carries a dagger by the name of Fenrir's Razor, of Dalish origin.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance:
"Wouldn't want to meet that guy in a dark alley" would probably be a phrase fairly used with some accuracy, and he would not contest it but he's no brutish thug nor does he look like one. For one, the demeanor is all wrong; he certainly carries all the hardware necessary to inflict a nightmarish death, and the necessary proficiency in their use, but his posture almost never suggests he's considering such a course of action (unless it's blood mages or he's royally pissed off) and he's all wit, charisma and fun but underneath all of that, he's a ruthless cunning snake. Also, he's a man of style. Maybe not high society style, but style all the same; he loves a good leather coat (sometimes a trenchcoat-like), and he often tends toward black and grey but can do multiple dark colors. He's even theoretically capable of cutting what some might term a "rogue-ish figure", because he cleans up pretty well when it comes to formal events. But then, he'd be more comfortable at a tavern card game even if he were welcome amidst high society types, so he's usually content with the somewhat typical "rogue-ish tavern patron" look.
Though to be honest, not many people know what he looks like because he wears a mask and a hood. People say he has black hair, others say he has black hair with red streaks but to be sure? Nobody knows though the one thing you CAN see is golden eyes with flecks of icey blue.
Personality: Remus likes to have fun, plain and simple. When he isn’t drunk, he usually wishes he was. He likes to smoke, whether in a pipe, or rolled up and lit, and he is rarely without the means.
More often than not, his smart mouth gets him into trouble, but his natural charm and wit usually seem to get him out of it fairly unscathed. It’s wonder he is even still alive…
Though underneath his exterior is a man hardened by death, destruction and war. He can be a cunning war general and a ruthless murderer when he needs to be. Most of what he accomplishes is planned out to a T.
HISTORY
Most of Remus' history is unknown but what is known is this:
Remus was born in Denerim, born and raised in Ferelden's capital right up until the Fifth Blight. His parents were killed in the Darkspawn horde's attack but he survived, scarred but alive.
He went on to train in Kirkwall, spent a few years there alongside the Templars though he never officially joined. Desperate men do desperate things and he turned away from them when a cruel templar decided to teach him a 'lesson' and cut down Remus' lover and claimed she was an blood mage apostate. Remus took to the shadows after that and killed more Templars in Kirkwall than most mages did though he killed a fair good share of mages, blood mages mostly.
After the disaster in Kirkwall, caused by Anders bringing the chantry down and in ruins he ran back to Ferelden where he currently resides in the Wilds and he's labled Witch Hunter because he hunts the apostates and blood mages. He kills the blood mages though he tends to bring the apostates to the Templars, alive and well but what happens after doesn't concern him. The Chantry would have you believe he's one of theirs but when asked he'll say he's a vigilante of a sort.
For the moment in time, he's going around Ferelden though he finds his way home to his camp in the Wilds.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Remus, mostly.
Contact: Email and Skype: Jaxburnitdown@hotmail.co.uk
Roleplay Experience: Far too much, I'm old..I'm ancient! *Wails*
Language(s): English, Spanish, Mando'a and a spatter of Tevinter.
How did you find us?: Used to play Varric and Nihlus here. Went offline for a while then rediscovered this.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample: From an old site but it's a good piece.
"Pritchard, I'm in!" Jax spoke as he was crawling through a vent to get into one of the most secure warehouses on the Citadel. "Nicely done Stone, may I ask how?" Pritchard inquired as Jax was watching two guards walk away from where the duct ended. "Ventilation shaft...It was this or the front door, and I highly doubt they'd have let me in." Jax answered.
Pritchard chuckled then spoke "Maybe if you'd have said 'please?' they would?" as Jax was chuckling lowly, so the guards didn't hear him. "No, I don't think 'please?' is in their dictionaries."
Jax silently as possible removed the grate covering his exit and crawled out of the duct, then moved over to the guard not facing the vent, a lone guard.. "Pritchard, I'm getting the feeling, for a well guarded warehouse it doesn't have the best of security."
Pritchard could be heard muttering before speaking "According to the cameras I've hacked into, the security isn't as tight as it should be tonight. I think that's because half of them are patrolling outside and the roof. You picked the right night to do this, Jax."
He grabbed the guard by the shoulder and spun him around, his fist colliding with the guard's stomach, winding him before grabbing the guard's Avenger and ripping it out of his grip and then bringing it to bear, and swung the butt of it at the guard's face as he was coming back up from being winded, knocking him out.
Jax patted the knocked out guard's pockets for anything useful before sighing then grabbing the guard's arm and turning the omni-tool on. It turns out, he had been messaged with the 'new' plan. "It seems their employer believes a group of skilled mercs are onto him, and will be planning a frontal assault, or from the roof. Pritchard, I need you to hack into the warehouse's security mainframe and turn the alarm on, to make them think they are being assaulted. I'll use the diversion to my advantage and get moving through the vents again, because..." he observed on his interface the layout of the warehouse "...the target is two floors up, and with all the bodies moving about, I'm seeing the vents as the only option here."
Pritchard tapped into his computer "I could do that, or I could simply point out to you that there is an elevator not too far from your location and it is, judging by the cameras, accessible to all."
Jax made an annoyed sound before moving towards the elevator, avoiding the open as much as he could before posing a question "Is the elevator's destination stopping near any tangos? I do not want to be shot at as soon as the elevator reaches the second floor."
Pritchard made a non-commital sound before speaking "Okay, there's two but it looks like they're observing the perimeter as snipers. But they are too far from the elevator to be able to hear it arriving so you have a clear corridor ahead of you by the time the elevator reaches that floor. Move fast, because from the cameras I've seen they sweep the corridors every so often."
Jax had reached the elevator and was moving inside when Pritchard had finished speaking. He pulled the silenced and laser sighted M-5 Phalanx handgun out it's holster before checking it over as the elevator was going ridiculously slow.
Pritchard chuckled then spoke "Maybe if you'd have said 'please?' they would?" as Jax was chuckling lowly, so the guards didn't hear him. "No, I don't think 'please?' is in their dictionaries."
Jax silently as possible removed the grate covering his exit and crawled out of the duct, then moved over to the guard not facing the vent, a lone guard.. "Pritchard, I'm getting the feeling, for a well guarded warehouse it doesn't have the best of security."
Pritchard could be heard muttering before speaking "According to the cameras I've hacked into, the security isn't as tight as it should be tonight. I think that's because half of them are patrolling outside and the roof. You picked the right night to do this, Jax."
He grabbed the guard by the shoulder and spun him around, his fist colliding with the guard's stomach, winding him before grabbing the guard's Avenger and ripping it out of his grip and then bringing it to bear, and swung the butt of it at the guard's face as he was coming back up from being winded, knocking him out.
Jax patted the knocked out guard's pockets for anything useful before sighing then grabbing the guard's arm and turning the omni-tool on. It turns out, he had been messaged with the 'new' plan. "It seems their employer believes a group of skilled mercs are onto him, and will be planning a frontal assault, or from the roof. Pritchard, I need you to hack into the warehouse's security mainframe and turn the alarm on, to make them think they are being assaulted. I'll use the diversion to my advantage and get moving through the vents again, because..." he observed on his interface the layout of the warehouse "...the target is two floors up, and with all the bodies moving about, I'm seeing the vents as the only option here."
Pritchard tapped into his computer "I could do that, or I could simply point out to you that there is an elevator not too far from your location and it is, judging by the cameras, accessible to all."
Jax made an annoyed sound before moving towards the elevator, avoiding the open as much as he could before posing a question "Is the elevator's destination stopping near any tangos? I do not want to be shot at as soon as the elevator reaches the second floor."
Pritchard made a non-commital sound before speaking "Okay, there's two but it looks like they're observing the perimeter as snipers. But they are too far from the elevator to be able to hear it arriving so you have a clear corridor ahead of you by the time the elevator reaches that floor. Move fast, because from the cameras I've seen they sweep the corridors every so often."
Jax had reached the elevator and was moving inside when Pritchard had finished speaking. He pulled the silenced and laser sighted M-5 Phalanx handgun out it's holster before checking it over as the elevator was going ridiculously slow.
Password: Divine. (DIVINE INTERVENTION BOOM! XD)
