Post by Roren Kuzka on Aug 29, 2008 20:06:03 GMT -6
I have read and understand the rules posted on these forums.
Name: Roren Kuzka
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Weight: 185 lbs.
Height: 6’2’’
Hair: His hair is a dark onyx color. He keeps it short, though not to the point where it is buzzed. It’s length usually hits about 2-3 inches.
Eyes: He possesses deep auburn eyes. Generally, he wears a far off look, mostly when in deep thought. However, when he is working on something, his vision is in the here and now, focused and determined to do the best he can with a certain project.
Personality:
Roren’s personality depends on the situation he finds himself in. When confronted with a task he wishes to complete, he acts with excitement and authority, wishing to truly do a good job. However, when alone, he seems rather distant, often daydreaming and staring blankly into space. He has good manners most of the time, especially when he believes himself to be intruding.
When something reminds him of what happened at Ishbal, or anything like it, he seems to panic quite a bit. He attempts to shield this, but his acting skills are less than satisfactory. He may forget himself, and be blunt in his speech, or ignore other things around him.
He possesses a deep hate for Alchemy itself. While he does not hate State Alchemists, he feels as though Alchemy corrupts one’s spirit with its power. He feels that the military would be better off without it, because Alchemy makes it too simple to kill another human. When killing others becomes simple, destruction reigns…
Physical Description:
Roren stands at 6’2’’, and weighs in at 185 lbs. He is Caucasian, and normally has some sort of light facial hair. He typically wears common, unassuming clothes, including dark colors such as black and brown. He is somewhat muscular, considering he does take care of his body, but does not appear to be much more than an average Joe. He often has dark bags around the bottoms of his eyes, stemming from the fact that he rarely gets much sleep.
He also wears a silver chain around his neck, which appears to be of some importance to him. Exactly what his reasoning is, no one is sure, but he has worn it since during his time in the military.
He carries himself with a sort of uncaring
History:
When Roren began his childhood, he was quickly obsessed with mechanics. He lived in Rush Valley for the majority of his childhood. While some of the people he knew were busy learning about Alchemy, and basing their beliefs on the Law of Equivalent Exchange, he was learning about making auto-mail, maintaining simple machines, et cetera. Upon hearing of the military’s need of good mechanics for the conflicts they were continuously involved in, Roren enlisted when he came of age, in an attempt to do good with his apparent skill.
However, the experiences he was forced to witness were too much for him. Watching the auto-mail, and machinery that he had for so long cherished almost as an idol being used as weapons, and killing machines disturbed him. However, there was another power, the greater of the two evils, at work. He saw it in action multiple times, each more brutal than the last. This power…was that of Alchemy.
Once the State Alchemists were authorized for use in Ishbal, he could bear it no longer. Watching hundreds of civilians fall for no apparent reason, the innocent killed, brave young men and women perishing before their time, it was simply too much. After the battle was finished, he had achieved the rank of Sergeant. And, with this rank, he resigned from the military, looking for a life of peace.
The life he strove for would not come easily. Everywhere he went, he was haunted by the visions of what he’d seen there. His ideal vision of military life was maintaining machines, and staying away from battle. Along with this, he simply was not prepared for the horrors war had to offer. Finally, he decided that perhaps he would make up for it, by never again using his talent for such frivolous and barbaric things. Since Ishbal, he has adopted the status of a wanderer, looking for a place to call home, which he doubts he shall ever find…
Other: None
(OOC – Sorry about the crappiness of this app, I hope I can make it up with my RP’s)
Name: Roren Kuzka
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Weight: 185 lbs.
Height: 6’2’’
Hair: His hair is a dark onyx color. He keeps it short, though not to the point where it is buzzed. It’s length usually hits about 2-3 inches.
Eyes: He possesses deep auburn eyes. Generally, he wears a far off look, mostly when in deep thought. However, when he is working on something, his vision is in the here and now, focused and determined to do the best he can with a certain project.
Personality:
Roren’s personality depends on the situation he finds himself in. When confronted with a task he wishes to complete, he acts with excitement and authority, wishing to truly do a good job. However, when alone, he seems rather distant, often daydreaming and staring blankly into space. He has good manners most of the time, especially when he believes himself to be intruding.
When something reminds him of what happened at Ishbal, or anything like it, he seems to panic quite a bit. He attempts to shield this, but his acting skills are less than satisfactory. He may forget himself, and be blunt in his speech, or ignore other things around him.
He possesses a deep hate for Alchemy itself. While he does not hate State Alchemists, he feels as though Alchemy corrupts one’s spirit with its power. He feels that the military would be better off without it, because Alchemy makes it too simple to kill another human. When killing others becomes simple, destruction reigns…
Physical Description:
Roren stands at 6’2’’, and weighs in at 185 lbs. He is Caucasian, and normally has some sort of light facial hair. He typically wears common, unassuming clothes, including dark colors such as black and brown. He is somewhat muscular, considering he does take care of his body, but does not appear to be much more than an average Joe. He often has dark bags around the bottoms of his eyes, stemming from the fact that he rarely gets much sleep.
He also wears a silver chain around his neck, which appears to be of some importance to him. Exactly what his reasoning is, no one is sure, but he has worn it since during his time in the military.
He carries himself with a sort of uncaring
History:
When Roren began his childhood, he was quickly obsessed with mechanics. He lived in Rush Valley for the majority of his childhood. While some of the people he knew were busy learning about Alchemy, and basing their beliefs on the Law of Equivalent Exchange, he was learning about making auto-mail, maintaining simple machines, et cetera. Upon hearing of the military’s need of good mechanics for the conflicts they were continuously involved in, Roren enlisted when he came of age, in an attempt to do good with his apparent skill.
However, the experiences he was forced to witness were too much for him. Watching the auto-mail, and machinery that he had for so long cherished almost as an idol being used as weapons, and killing machines disturbed him. However, there was another power, the greater of the two evils, at work. He saw it in action multiple times, each more brutal than the last. This power…was that of Alchemy.
Once the State Alchemists were authorized for use in Ishbal, he could bear it no longer. Watching hundreds of civilians fall for no apparent reason, the innocent killed, brave young men and women perishing before their time, it was simply too much. After the battle was finished, he had achieved the rank of Sergeant. And, with this rank, he resigned from the military, looking for a life of peace.
The life he strove for would not come easily. Everywhere he went, he was haunted by the visions of what he’d seen there. His ideal vision of military life was maintaining machines, and staying away from battle. Along with this, he simply was not prepared for the horrors war had to offer. Finally, he decided that perhaps he would make up for it, by never again using his talent for such frivolous and barbaric things. Since Ishbal, he has adopted the status of a wanderer, looking for a place to call home, which he doubts he shall ever find…
Other: None
(OOC – Sorry about the crappiness of this app, I hope I can make it up with my RP’s)
