Daimon Smith

[windbladealch09]

Alias: The WindBlade Alchemist
Name:Daimon Smith
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Weight: 222 pounds.
Height: 5'11
Hair: brown unruley
Eyes: emerald green
Personality: He is veyr caring and not afraid to snoop into ohter peoples buisness, he some itmes gets carreid away trying to solve other peoples problems and get buried in his own work. He holds himself very dignifiedly, and brings nothing but hte fiercest justice upon thoes who challenge peace or his friends.
Physical Description: With a strong muscled build going for him and some impressive height, the wind blade alchemist is intimidating at first look, till you pay attention to him for about 3 secounds, he slouches, his lightly tanned skin is smooth and flawless as though he has never seen combat. His ifngers are on the long skinny side, and he allways looks like he isn't even thinking, unless he gets talking then his feature shine with vibrance and his emotion is flows free in his voice and words. He wears hte typical uniform of a Coronel, but when he goes into battle he snaps a metal plate to the bottom of boots, both of these plates have identical transmutation circle on them. His sword that he carrys at his waist also bears a transumation circle at the base of the hilt, its an incredbily long sword a 5'3 and its wieght is something that only his unique fighting style can wield.
History: A veteran of the Ishvalan war, he goes on with no officers or troops under him. Gainign the title of Windblade at 17, going into the war he seemed ruthless enough but later learned what it really meant to kill and wanted nothing more then to end the war. After the war he was promoted to Coronel, butsome members of hte senor staff thought he had gone soft preventing him any more promotion and got him on the bad side of hte senior staff.
Other: he earned the title windblade because, the transumtation circles on his boots allow him to jettison himself across hte battle field at amazing speeds, it also allows him to strike at great force with his sword. The transumation circle on the hilt of his sword, converts the gaurd into a 2ft long steel chain, which latches onto the sleeve of Daimon's uniform allowing him ot 'throw' it and freely swing it at the high speed brought about by his jettison boots with ut fear of dropping or losing it. His swordsmen ship plus the high speed boosts he gets form his jettison boots make him a dangerous threat in one on one, but he struggles when fighting multiple opponents.
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
"EAt this!" Daimon flew at the Ishvalan swords men, clashing Daimon looks into the Ishvalans eyes, before swinging his legs up and letting loose a powerful burst of air into the Ishvalans chest. AS teh Ishvalan stumbled backwards, cluthign his cracked ribs he was help less to stop the missle of a swordsmen that came at him and ended his life. Daimon walked away with his back ot the swordsmen and said "Killed three state alchemists my foot, thats swordsmen wasn't worth my time."
-- What your Sample SHOULD consist of --
-JUST your character
-Ending leaving it open as if you were really RPing
-Third person limited (don't know what it is? Look it up)
-Past tense