Post by Raiden A. U. Silversword VII on Nov 13, 2006 13:25:05 GMT -5
Name: Ezekyle Dorn
Species: Dingo
Gender: Male
Weapon/s/: Power Lash, Heavy Power Axe, Heavy Chain Axe, Power Mace, Chainsword, Blue Double Ended Lightsabre
Age: 30
Description: Ezekyle is a sandy-coloured Dingo; he has countless scars from countless battles. His blue power armour marks him as Justaerin, but he is not. He is Locasta, another veteran squad, but along with Lucius, Candris, and Sunfire, they are the Mournival, the four who gives council to Raiden. His various weapons are holstered in various places; His lash double as a belt, and his lightsabre, and chainsword dangle from it, his axes are stored over each shoulder, and his mace is looped around his wrist.
Rp Sample: You wish to speak to my lord alone? Nay, what you say can be said to his guards, and us; The Mournival.
**Ezekyle's voice rang out from the shadows as his power mace flashed warningly as the power field touched a hanging tapestry.**
We, the Mournival say that if you wish to speak, then do so now. Or leave. It's your choice.
**As he spoke, three, or rather two figures; Lucius and Candris stepped into view, the other; Sunfire, stomped from the shadows, her dreadnought shell gleaming in the dawn light.**
Last chance. Speak, or leave. Or ELSE!
Desired Profession: Sword Slinger
Species: Dingo
Gender: Male
Weapon/s/: Power Lash, Heavy Power Axe, Heavy Chain Axe, Power Mace, Chainsword, Blue Double Ended Lightsabre
Age: 30
Description: Ezekyle is a sandy-coloured Dingo; he has countless scars from countless battles. His blue power armour marks him as Justaerin, but he is not. He is Locasta, another veteran squad, but along with Lucius, Candris, and Sunfire, they are the Mournival, the four who gives council to Raiden. His various weapons are holstered in various places; His lash double as a belt, and his lightsabre, and chainsword dangle from it, his axes are stored over each shoulder, and his mace is looped around his wrist.
Rp Sample: You wish to speak to my lord alone? Nay, what you say can be said to his guards, and us; The Mournival.
**Ezekyle's voice rang out from the shadows as his power mace flashed warningly as the power field touched a hanging tapestry.**
We, the Mournival say that if you wish to speak, then do so now. Or leave. It's your choice.
**As he spoke, three, or rather two figures; Lucius and Candris stepped into view, the other; Sunfire, stomped from the shadows, her dreadnought shell gleaming in the dawn light.**
Last chance. Speak, or leave. Or ELSE!
Desired Profession: Sword Slinger