Post by jjdukes on Jun 27, 2009 7:13:09 GMT -6
I have read the rules
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Name: Tres Iqus
State Name: Crimson Thunder Alchemist
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Amestris
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 170 lbs
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Blue
--Also doesn't hesitate to wear his military issued uniform, just prefers his own style to all the military formalities
Overall Pic:
Weapons of choice: His Katana Pesmerga, made of tempered steel. Alchemic circle is drawn near the hilt of the sword.
Personality: Sarcastic, Pompous, cares little for others plight
Likes: People who he deems as his equal (Not many)
Dislikes: Commoners, and people of the lower class
Skills:
--Lightning Alchemy: Slams sword into ground using it as a conductor then converts the electrons, protons, and neutrons of surrounding items in lightning. Also uses this technique to charge his sword electrically and then use it (can shoot lightining ect. must recharge every now and then through ground)
--Combat. Is talented with his sword and is a decent hand to hand fighter, but always prefers his sword.
Family:
-- Tim Iqus, Father,55, Brigadier General in the Army
-- Anna Iqus, Mother, Deceased
-- Siegfried Iqus, Brother 21, Aspiring State Alchemist
History: Born into a military family, Tres and his brother were always on the move as their father hauled them alog to every new place he was assigned. Tim said it would help him build character to see the world. Since Tres was always moving he never made any real friends, leaving him and his brother to play. On the rare occasions that his father was home they were forced to train: Situp, push ups, close quarters combat, and marksmanship. These were what his father said all boys should focus on. These were some of the worst times in young Tres life. His only retreat away from these events was the time he spent with his brother and the one friend they had managed to make Amelia.
Tres and Siegfried had met Amelia whilst racing around the outskirts of town. She was a kindly lady who couldnt have children of her own and had no husband so when the kids stumbled upon her lofty abode, she welcomed them as if they were her own. She would play games with them, bake them tasty snacks, and best of all she would show them alchemy. It was the most amazing thing young Tres had ever seen and Amelia said he was amazingly adept at it for one as young as he. They stayed very happy during the 4 years they were stationed in the area, after they left they traveled even more frequently then usual, sometimes twice in one year, they never did see Amelia again.
When Tres turned 15 his mother took ill and could no longer move. During this time Tres saw the only compassion he had ever seen his father display as he took care of Anna nearly every day. This went on for nearly am month before she finally died. The death of his mother affected Siegfrie the worst and things never were really the same again. His father had now attained a high enough rank in the military to bring his children with him with no complaints, so now they moved with their fathers troops slept with the other soldiers and were even forced to train with the others.
At the age of 18 Tres had no where to go but the army. He vowed not to let his father down and to do his best to serve his country and its people. After 4 long years of military service and several field citations for bravery he succeded in attaining the rank of major he now felt that it was time to put his skills to the test and to try for one of the highest honors held throughout the military, to become a state alchemist. Eventually after a gruiling test and countless hours spent practicing his alchemy, Tres passed the test and was welcomed into the mysterious world of the state alchemists.
RP Sample:
Tres stretched as he and his brother prepared to spar again. "You almost ready?" he asked as he stood up and drew his sword. "Try to take it a little easier this time, I still have the scars from our last sparring session". Tres Smirks and dashes foward. Tres quickly brings his sword in a downward arc towards his brothers head, holding back just slightly so as to not accidently kill him. He pulls it a little too much though and Siegfried is easily able to dodge and bring his own blade up in a swift swipe towards Tres' torso. In one fluid motion Tres pulls out of the way and swings his own sword, putting all of his weight into it and slices right through Siegfrieds sword, stopping the blade inches from his exposed face. "Damn you and your sword, you always give me these shotty swords from the smith whilst you had your own crafted in Central". Smiling Tres shurgs his shoulders and says "Only the best, for the Best" and pats his brother on the back. "Maybe next time, when your a little older" Tres' says with a laugh. Siegfried shouts back "Your only a year older brother!"They both walk back towards the house ready for a good meal and a long nights sleep.
Tres awoke just as the sun rose over the horizon. He stood up and quickly got dressed. On the way out he stopped for a peek in Sigfried's room. Still asleep, great that should give me enough time he thought. Racing down the steps he quickly gathered the ingredients for the cake. Siegfried was turning 21 today and the timing couldnt be better. After requesting and obtaining permission for one week of home leave he had been thinking of the best way to celebrate his brothers birthday and acake seemed just the thing. Tres wasnt a particularly good cook but nevertheless he would try, he was after all the older brother and what are brothers for if not to do things like this. Just as Tres finished making the cake Siegfried came downstairs and was met by a terrible aroma. Tres held the burnt cake in his hands and grinned and said "Happy Birthday bro"
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Name: Tres Iqus
State Name: Crimson Thunder Alchemist
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Amestris
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 170 lbs
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Blue
--Also doesn't hesitate to wear his military issued uniform, just prefers his own style to all the military formalities
Overall Pic:
Weapons of choice: His Katana Pesmerga, made of tempered steel. Alchemic circle is drawn near the hilt of the sword.
Personality: Sarcastic, Pompous, cares little for others plight
Likes: People who he deems as his equal (Not many)
Dislikes: Commoners, and people of the lower class
Skills:
--Lightning Alchemy: Slams sword into ground using it as a conductor then converts the electrons, protons, and neutrons of surrounding items in lightning. Also uses this technique to charge his sword electrically and then use it (can shoot lightining ect. must recharge every now and then through ground)
--Combat. Is talented with his sword and is a decent hand to hand fighter, but always prefers his sword.
Family:
-- Tim Iqus, Father,55, Brigadier General in the Army
-- Anna Iqus, Mother, Deceased
-- Siegfried Iqus, Brother 21, Aspiring State Alchemist
History: Born into a military family, Tres and his brother were always on the move as their father hauled them alog to every new place he was assigned. Tim said it would help him build character to see the world. Since Tres was always moving he never made any real friends, leaving him and his brother to play. On the rare occasions that his father was home they were forced to train: Situp, push ups, close quarters combat, and marksmanship. These were what his father said all boys should focus on. These were some of the worst times in young Tres life. His only retreat away from these events was the time he spent with his brother and the one friend they had managed to make Amelia.
Tres and Siegfried had met Amelia whilst racing around the outskirts of town. She was a kindly lady who couldnt have children of her own and had no husband so when the kids stumbled upon her lofty abode, she welcomed them as if they were her own. She would play games with them, bake them tasty snacks, and best of all she would show them alchemy. It was the most amazing thing young Tres had ever seen and Amelia said he was amazingly adept at it for one as young as he. They stayed very happy during the 4 years they were stationed in the area, after they left they traveled even more frequently then usual, sometimes twice in one year, they never did see Amelia again.
When Tres turned 15 his mother took ill and could no longer move. During this time Tres saw the only compassion he had ever seen his father display as he took care of Anna nearly every day. This went on for nearly am month before she finally died. The death of his mother affected Siegfrie the worst and things never were really the same again. His father had now attained a high enough rank in the military to bring his children with him with no complaints, so now they moved with their fathers troops slept with the other soldiers and were even forced to train with the others.
At the age of 18 Tres had no where to go but the army. He vowed not to let his father down and to do his best to serve his country and its people. After 4 long years of military service and several field citations for bravery he succeded in attaining the rank of major he now felt that it was time to put his skills to the test and to try for one of the highest honors held throughout the military, to become a state alchemist. Eventually after a gruiling test and countless hours spent practicing his alchemy, Tres passed the test and was welcomed into the mysterious world of the state alchemists.
RP Sample:
Tres stretched as he and his brother prepared to spar again. "You almost ready?" he asked as he stood up and drew his sword. "Try to take it a little easier this time, I still have the scars from our last sparring session". Tres Smirks and dashes foward. Tres quickly brings his sword in a downward arc towards his brothers head, holding back just slightly so as to not accidently kill him. He pulls it a little too much though and Siegfried is easily able to dodge and bring his own blade up in a swift swipe towards Tres' torso. In one fluid motion Tres pulls out of the way and swings his own sword, putting all of his weight into it and slices right through Siegfrieds sword, stopping the blade inches from his exposed face. "Damn you and your sword, you always give me these shotty swords from the smith whilst you had your own crafted in Central". Smiling Tres shurgs his shoulders and says "Only the best, for the Best" and pats his brother on the back. "Maybe next time, when your a little older" Tres' says with a laugh. Siegfried shouts back "Your only a year older brother!"They both walk back towards the house ready for a good meal and a long nights sleep.
Tres awoke just as the sun rose over the horizon. He stood up and quickly got dressed. On the way out he stopped for a peek in Sigfried's room. Still asleep, great that should give me enough time he thought. Racing down the steps he quickly gathered the ingredients for the cake. Siegfried was turning 21 today and the timing couldnt be better. After requesting and obtaining permission for one week of home leave he had been thinking of the best way to celebrate his brothers birthday and acake seemed just the thing. Tres wasnt a particularly good cook but nevertheless he would try, he was after all the older brother and what are brothers for if not to do things like this. Just as Tres finished making the cake Siegfried came downstairs and was met by a terrible aroma. Tres held the burnt cake in his hands and grinned and said "Happy Birthday bro"
