Post by Naruum Sett on Mar 5, 2008 23:45:30 GMT -5
Full Name: Naruum Sett
Nickname/s: You can call me "Master" *evil laugh*
Current Age: 18
Siblings and Parents: n/a
Likes: Rummaging through the darkest parts of the human mind, bending such parts to his will
Dislikes: Resistance, impertinance
Appearance: Peircing ice blue eyes and dark black hair in the style of my signature, a crimson headband and cloak which seems to envelop his body. Roughly 6'3"
Personality:The word "eccentric" comes to mind, Naruum can tend to be hard to read when he is first encountered. Though he is very self-confident in his abilities, and finds such sweet, sadistic glee in utilising them.
History: Since his childhood Naruum had lead a sinful life, the definition of delinquient terror. Vandalism, Theft, Arson, what-have-you he had a knack for commiting them all for the thrill of it. When he wasn't commiting these acts he would study the dark arts of Magic, with hopes of attaining such power.
After years of this, his Parents, the local Blacksmith and his wife, grew resentful and fed-up with their son's terrible acts. "BOOM, BLAM, POW!" the strikes came from his Father's powerful fists and Naruum was backed into a corner, blood trickling from his lips and nose as he stared into his Parents' eyes. "Get away from me..."He said growing both fearful and angry "GO AWAAAAAAAY!" and with that something sparked within Naruum, all his years of studying the dark arts had resulted in him able to contrict his Parents' air-flow, choking them to death slowly and painfully.
So, with his Parents dead by his hand, he left them to wallow and rot together, taking only the clothes on his back, his Father's finest blade to defend himself, and other valuables of the house he could sell for some gold to get by on. Since that day he seemed to drop off the face of the planet where he would develop his skills and grow more powerful so that noone would try and stifle his fun ever again.
Nickname/s: You can call me "Master" *evil laugh*
Current Age: 18
Siblings and Parents: n/a
Likes: Rummaging through the darkest parts of the human mind, bending such parts to his will
Dislikes: Resistance, impertinance
Appearance: Peircing ice blue eyes and dark black hair in the style of my signature, a crimson headband and cloak which seems to envelop his body. Roughly 6'3"
Personality:The word "eccentric" comes to mind, Naruum can tend to be hard to read when he is first encountered. Though he is very self-confident in his abilities, and finds such sweet, sadistic glee in utilising them.
History: Since his childhood Naruum had lead a sinful life, the definition of delinquient terror. Vandalism, Theft, Arson, what-have-you he had a knack for commiting them all for the thrill of it. When he wasn't commiting these acts he would study the dark arts of Magic, with hopes of attaining such power.
After years of this, his Parents, the local Blacksmith and his wife, grew resentful and fed-up with their son's terrible acts. "BOOM, BLAM, POW!" the strikes came from his Father's powerful fists and Naruum was backed into a corner, blood trickling from his lips and nose as he stared into his Parents' eyes. "Get away from me..."He said growing both fearful and angry "GO AWAAAAAAAY!" and with that something sparked within Naruum, all his years of studying the dark arts had resulted in him able to contrict his Parents' air-flow, choking them to death slowly and painfully.
So, with his Parents dead by his hand, he left them to wallow and rot together, taking only the clothes on his back, his Father's finest blade to defend himself, and other valuables of the house he could sell for some gold to get by on. Since that day he seemed to drop off the face of the planet where he would develop his skills and grow more powerful so that noone would try and stifle his fun ever again.
