Zane Castillon

[zane]

GENERAL

Full Name: Zane Castillon
Race: Human
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Birthplace: Amaranthine, Ferelden
Residence: Amaranthine, (Moves around a lot/Nomadic)
Affiliation: Gray Warden
Occupation: Warden/Assassin
Religion: None

COMBAT

Class: Rogue
Character Stats:

Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Willpower: 1
Magic: 0
Cunning: 2

Gear:
~Studded Leather Armor
~Cloak
~Long sword
~Bow & Arrows
~Quiver
~Leather boots
~Leather belt
~Three daggers

CHARACTERISTICS

Appearance: Zane holds himself confidently and always seems as if he keeps vigilant to those around himself. His leather armor normally isn’t far from him if not worn under any tunic. He tends to keep towards the darker types of clothing. If you go beyond the clothing some would notice he takes care of himself. Zane is toned for his physic. Not overly large or freakishly small. His jaw slightly chiseled, and dark hair to compliment his features as well.

Personality: Zane is a man that’s slightly hard to pin down. He can show that he has a heart on occasion yet other times he can be into things only for his own gain. He’s a man with a second chance yet doesn’t quite know how to use it. More or less he’s fighting an internal battle to either go back to his old ways of thievery, and assassinations for hire, or finding himself doing things for the good of others.

However his charisma is always how he pushes himself along. He has a slight weakness for the opposite sex and always has a small way of flirting, even if the time isn’t exactly appropriate for it. His words are his main strength yet can also be his weakness if someone knew how to exploit it.

Majority of the time however, Zane comes off as laid-back, easy going and straight forward. He is a friendly man to a point, yet his temper is another weak point. He’s sometimes easily angered when someone knows how to push his buttons per say. Zane keeps his wits about himself and his eyes roaming, his vigilance is key to survival in his mind. He prides himself in doing his best to know what’s going on around himself.

HISTORY

Zane was born in Amaranthine, ferelden. Brought up by his father alone who was in the military. His mother died giving birth, so it came down to his father to raise Zane. However Zane’s father was a respected lieutenant with Bannorn’s army. He wasn’t overly rich yet they weren’t doing badly for themselves either. For a time Zane had a good upbringing, his father helped him learn to cook and even taught him his way around a sword. Zane’s father wanted to teach his son how to be a great warrior and perhaps one day join the army like himself.

Yet Zane’s father couldn’t stay around too long. At the age of fifteen Zane had only himself to look after, his father left for war and the town grew deader in a way. Finding a small group of mercenaries Zane had to further train his abilities and learn new tricks of the trade. Money was now a main factor for the young man. Allowing the group to show him how the other side of the law works Zane feels the greedy part of himself take surface. News came shortly that his father was killed in action and this only made Zane push himself further into his devious ways.

Zane traveled to other lands with his group stealing from caravans, and taking jobs for slavers to hunt down missing slaves along the way. Assassinations also became common, anything to earn money. Zane also had found new ways to further his abilities, learning the bow and arrows he provided over watch a few times on some operations with his group. He learned that sometimes the sword isn’t the best weapon of choice because of its bulk. Daggers are more easily concealed. His way of words became his strongest point however; he got himself into lord’s houses through their wives, or house keepers. Any angle Zane could find he used.

The group soon started to fall apart a year before Zane was twenty-seven. In an operation to steal a gem from a highly decorated lord in Bannorn, Ferelden Zane’s hometown. Everything started to come apart, a few from the group left without a word and the three who stayed besides Zane went forward with their scheme. Zane would get a way in through a slave and the others posted watch for the time being. Yet the servant was all too loyal as Zane moved around the house searching for the treasure, the guards where being warned outside.

The three others were fighting, or trying to find a good route to get away in while Zane was left inside. He didn’t have much of a chance before he was captured. However while taken before the lord a Gray Warden was with him at the time. He had convinced the lord to allow Zane to go through the joining. Knowing only a small bit about the Gray Warden's; Zane had little choice but to be given a second chance, or put to death for his earlier deeds. This of course was assuming he’d survive the joining at all.

Being one of two men to take it Zane was the only one to live. He began a new type of training for the rest of the year, and he was placed under watch to be sure he wouldn’t be persuaded to return to his older ways as a thief or an assassin. Zane was granted his second chance and now kept himself busy with half descent work, putting his skills to work for the Wardens. Today he limits his trust and does what he can to earn money and help to a point those in need. Yet he seems conflicted on the inside, he rarely shows this to the outside world.

BEHIND THE MASK

Player’s Pen Name: Nick
Contact: PM, Skype
Roleplay Experience: Over ten years, various roleplay’s
Language(s): English, and Bad English
How did you find us?: RPG-D
Roleplay Sample:
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(Older post)
~Jake was alive another day and had to at least be thankful for that. Along his travels however, he found a roadhouse that seemed slightly popular with some folks. Jake couldn’t help himself as he stopped by for a visit, hell if anything he’ll be able to play some pool hopefully. His thoughts on the potential pool game Jake smirked to himself more and more as he pulled his chevelle up into the parking lot and killed the engine. Jake always made sure he did a few checks before he left his car however.

It never hurt to be safe than sorry he thought. First he pulled his Colt 45 out and checked the clip and then pushed it back into its seat along the handle grip of his pistol. He pushed that back in its holster under his leather jacket and smirked with a nod as he then pushed his lucky coin down the right side of his brown combat boots. Undoing his seatbelt he’d make his way out of his car now and stand up straight, his hands then made themselves up along the bottom of his black shirt where he proceeded to straighten it out. His pace was slightly slow as the blue jeans he wore loosely fit around his legs and boots. A black belt was held snug along his waist to make sure his pants didn’t decide to have a mind of their own.

Jake’s hand pushed along the door to the roadhouse as he reached it and he’d glance around slowly as if it was a western and he was in a saloon. His vigilant brown hues took in everything there was to see to make sure he got to know his surroundings well. Before he pushed further into the bar he’d tap his hand idly at the door to know his way out in-case things got a bit crazy. Jake wasn’t one to cause trouble unnecessarily, yet sometimes it was better to be ready.

The first spot on Jake’s list to visit was the bar; he had to have himself a nice refreshing beer before he took his mind off of everything else. He stood along the end of the bar and tapped it to get the tenders attention and with a few words he ordered himself a miller lite and waited for his bottle as his hues made another pass along the occupants. His drink came and he nods in thanks and slides a five across the bar top to the tender before he moved off behind himself.

The pool table was calling Jake’s name and he wasn’t going to disappoint it. A few steps later and a pool cue was in his hand and he racked up the balls in a nice tight little triangle before allowing his pace to take him towards the other side of the table where the cue-ball sat. With a few slides of the stick he lined up his shot and smirked as he took a good aim and cracked the ball, it flew with grace as it hit squarely on the one ball and he smirked watching his magic happen.~

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