Post by Rojo on Apr 25, 2009 19:09:21 GMT -5
Name: Ezio Larouche
Age: 29
Race: Human
Description or Picture: Ezio is known by most as "that man" to people, the person who looks different, the one who you easily pick out in a crowd. He wears an old gasmask he found, not because he thinks it looks cool or makes him intimidating, but because he believes it makes him nameless, unidentifyable. A blank slate, if you will. This is rendered somewhat moot by the fact he wears a bright yellow coast guard's macintosh, making him easy to spot in a crowd. He carries a very old-looking 32. Winchester rifle on a sling around his back along with a messenger's bag containing various hand-drawn maps of Manticore, The Sewers, important places and even some of the outlying wastes. He also carries a simple knife in the bag. Beneath the mask lies a pointed face with green eyes tha change depending on light; in sun they are emerald and glisten in the light but in darkness they take on a muddy toad colour.
Underneath his coat Ezio wears a black T-shirt with a hole in the left sleeve with and a permanent blue-paint stain on the hem of it. His legs are covered by a pair of mud brown overalls that have padding on the kneecaps to absorb impact if Ezio were to fall while 'exploring'. His rough gloves and boots (both black) are specially fitted to have extra grip on them, also for 'exploring.'
Ezio's body is muscled but not overly so.
The rifle he carries is obviously very old. It belonged to Ezio's father and his father before him and if one was very persistent then the history of the weapon could be traced all the way back to the 1800's. There are various nicks and scratches on the butt of the gun and the barrel is covered with rust and is attatched by a large lump of sellotape wrapped around it.
Personality: Being a wandering soul, Ezio does not get attatched to people often. He pops in and out of the city, travelling around a lot. When he does stay in the city for prolonged amounts of time he takes up the role of a con-man, selling the naive populace of Manticore items for twice the price they're worth. He often trades his 'wares' for food, other trinkets or a warm bed.
When around new people Ezio is blunt and distant, replying in short stunted sentences and often not looking at the person. However, when in a new place he is everywhere, picking things up, opening things, sniffing mysterious powders and just learning about everything around him.
Ezio is athletic, going for a jog each morning but making sure to stay to back alleys and moving at an inconspicuous speed when in the city. As a result he is in tip-top shape. Combined with his unparalleled knowledge of all the short-cuts, hiding places and manholes dotted about then let us just say you will never beat him in a game of hide-and-seek.
Exploration is a favourite hobby of Ezio's. He simply loves seeking out every nook and cranny of a room and inspecting the things he finds therein. This couples with his love of climbing. Ezio enjoys finding a broken abandoned building and climbing up to a window and snooping around inside. Some would call him nosey, others inquisitive. Ezio is not possessive, but his maps and rifle are his prized possessions. His firearm is a family heirloom and therefor very important to him.
Ezio has never had many friends and it is therefor hard to say how he would react around friends or aquaintences.
History: Born into a good old Guardian-loving family, Ezio was raised by his father and grandfather. Although he didn't live in complete poverty, his father had a hard time getting a job because he only had one arm which he lost in a fight. Ezio's mother died in childbirth so he has never really had a female role figure and as such is not really in touch with his femine side. Grandfather was the provider, being a street entertainer. He played an antique flute give to him when he was small during the day and by night he would take to the local Alehouse and tell stories. Ezio was always in the front row, listening to his grandfather's words with rapt attention and always being fascinated with the enormous fairy tale book he was read every alternate night. One autum, Grandfather became terribly ill with what Ezio later discovered was Tuberculosis. Grandfather was told to stay in bed, but he still told those stories evry night at the alehouse. Ezio knew every single one off by heart by the time he was 13. Except one. A story that Grandfather always stopped at. The last story in the book.
Grandfather continued to get worse until he was completely bed-ridden. He pulled out the fairy tale book and he gave it to Ezio, giving him permission to read the final story. It was Godfather Death. Ezio changed that day. He understood that Death waited for no one, that everyone must one day accept his cold embrace. Grandfather died the following spring, leaving Ezio the book.
Years past, Ezio grew. One evening in summer Ezio sat down with his father. Nearly a man now, Ezio was strong and was able to help his father who was getting on in his years. Father stood and took the rusty Winchester Hunting Rifle down from the mantlepiece and gave it to his son. Ezio now had two family heirlooms to look after.
Winter came, freezing all in its path. The Forsaken came. They needed strong young lads to become one of there number and they came for Ezio. Waking up in cold sweat, lying in bed, shivering and hearing a click-click-click on the floorboards, like some giant insect. Watching a black lump rise when it leveled with him. One feral eye blinking in a ray of moonlight. Ezio leapt from his bed, getting the jump on the Forsaken, snatching up the Rifle from his desk and smashing its skull in. More came, flooding the house like angry bees, slathering, laughing, clicking, snarling and...they took Father. Ezio did not try to save him. He saw his father dragged away by monsters and he stood by and let it happen. This memory haunts Ezio today and he has never forgiven himself for his cowardice. His house was burnt down and Grandfather's fairy tale book with it. All Ezio had left now were the clothes on his back, his rifle and his stories. Bitter memories, never forgotten.
Political Standing: Ezio isn't really on anybody's side but he hates the Forsaken with a passion.
Age: 29
Race: Human
Description or Picture: Ezio is known by most as "that man" to people, the person who looks different, the one who you easily pick out in a crowd. He wears an old gasmask he found, not because he thinks it looks cool or makes him intimidating, but because he believes it makes him nameless, unidentifyable. A blank slate, if you will. This is rendered somewhat moot by the fact he wears a bright yellow coast guard's macintosh, making him easy to spot in a crowd. He carries a very old-looking 32. Winchester rifle on a sling around his back along with a messenger's bag containing various hand-drawn maps of Manticore, The Sewers, important places and even some of the outlying wastes. He also carries a simple knife in the bag. Beneath the mask lies a pointed face with green eyes tha change depending on light; in sun they are emerald and glisten in the light but in darkness they take on a muddy toad colour.
Underneath his coat Ezio wears a black T-shirt with a hole in the left sleeve with and a permanent blue-paint stain on the hem of it. His legs are covered by a pair of mud brown overalls that have padding on the kneecaps to absorb impact if Ezio were to fall while 'exploring'. His rough gloves and boots (both black) are specially fitted to have extra grip on them, also for 'exploring.'
Ezio's body is muscled but not overly so.
The rifle he carries is obviously very old. It belonged to Ezio's father and his father before him and if one was very persistent then the history of the weapon could be traced all the way back to the 1800's. There are various nicks and scratches on the butt of the gun and the barrel is covered with rust and is attatched by a large lump of sellotape wrapped around it.
Personality: Being a wandering soul, Ezio does not get attatched to people often. He pops in and out of the city, travelling around a lot. When he does stay in the city for prolonged amounts of time he takes up the role of a con-man, selling the naive populace of Manticore items for twice the price they're worth. He often trades his 'wares' for food, other trinkets or a warm bed.
When around new people Ezio is blunt and distant, replying in short stunted sentences and often not looking at the person. However, when in a new place he is everywhere, picking things up, opening things, sniffing mysterious powders and just learning about everything around him.
Ezio is athletic, going for a jog each morning but making sure to stay to back alleys and moving at an inconspicuous speed when in the city. As a result he is in tip-top shape. Combined with his unparalleled knowledge of all the short-cuts, hiding places and manholes dotted about then let us just say you will never beat him in a game of hide-and-seek.
Exploration is a favourite hobby of Ezio's. He simply loves seeking out every nook and cranny of a room and inspecting the things he finds therein. This couples with his love of climbing. Ezio enjoys finding a broken abandoned building and climbing up to a window and snooping around inside. Some would call him nosey, others inquisitive. Ezio is not possessive, but his maps and rifle are his prized possessions. His firearm is a family heirloom and therefor very important to him.
Ezio has never had many friends and it is therefor hard to say how he would react around friends or aquaintences.
History: Born into a good old Guardian-loving family, Ezio was raised by his father and grandfather. Although he didn't live in complete poverty, his father had a hard time getting a job because he only had one arm which he lost in a fight. Ezio's mother died in childbirth so he has never really had a female role figure and as such is not really in touch with his femine side. Grandfather was the provider, being a street entertainer. He played an antique flute give to him when he was small during the day and by night he would take to the local Alehouse and tell stories. Ezio was always in the front row, listening to his grandfather's words with rapt attention and always being fascinated with the enormous fairy tale book he was read every alternate night. One autum, Grandfather became terribly ill with what Ezio later discovered was Tuberculosis. Grandfather was told to stay in bed, but he still told those stories evry night at the alehouse. Ezio knew every single one off by heart by the time he was 13. Except one. A story that Grandfather always stopped at. The last story in the book.
Grandfather continued to get worse until he was completely bed-ridden. He pulled out the fairy tale book and he gave it to Ezio, giving him permission to read the final story. It was Godfather Death. Ezio changed that day. He understood that Death waited for no one, that everyone must one day accept his cold embrace. Grandfather died the following spring, leaving Ezio the book.
Years past, Ezio grew. One evening in summer Ezio sat down with his father. Nearly a man now, Ezio was strong and was able to help his father who was getting on in his years. Father stood and took the rusty Winchester Hunting Rifle down from the mantlepiece and gave it to his son. Ezio now had two family heirlooms to look after.
Winter came, freezing all in its path. The Forsaken came. They needed strong young lads to become one of there number and they came for Ezio. Waking up in cold sweat, lying in bed, shivering and hearing a click-click-click on the floorboards, like some giant insect. Watching a black lump rise when it leveled with him. One feral eye blinking in a ray of moonlight. Ezio leapt from his bed, getting the jump on the Forsaken, snatching up the Rifle from his desk and smashing its skull in. More came, flooding the house like angry bees, slathering, laughing, clicking, snarling and...they took Father. Ezio did not try to save him. He saw his father dragged away by monsters and he stood by and let it happen. This memory haunts Ezio today and he has never forgiven himself for his cowardice. His house was burnt down and Grandfather's fairy tale book with it. All Ezio had left now were the clothes on his back, his rifle and his stories. Bitter memories, never forgotten.
Political Standing: Ezio isn't really on anybody's side but he hates the Forsaken with a passion.
