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1Faizel  Empty Faizel on 30/03/15, 10:40 pm

Faizel

Faizel
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Faizel  Tumblr_mqv5tvvSOi1sr5klvo1_500
Mayday! Mayday! The ship is slowly sinking
They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling...


Name: Faizel
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Human
Tier: D
Specialization: Strength
Age + Birthdate: 25 + July 10th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality:

On the outside looking in Faizel is a calm, laid-back, kind of fellow, who seems to not have a care in the world. He is friendly and sociable if a bit mysterious. He is the friend and lover many men and women would want and never seems to doubt himself, walking with an easy going gait.

This is a ruse, the true Faizel beneath the "nice guy" facade is anything but kind. He's a manipulator, able to act the part of a idiot, a shy young man, or a seductive sweet talker, or almost anything really- to get what he wants. He's not above using his looks to get what he desires or casually flirt with a person to gain information.

He's a very street savvy person who was raised on them all his life and thus knows all the tricks and trades of street based negotiations. He is able to wiggle into a person's heart or mind, plant seeds of doubt or paranoia into their head with few subtle words.

Add in his deep yet smooth voice and you get a perfect charmer. He is nothing but a snake no matter how sweet he may act, with his poisonous fangs ready to strike while your guard is down. He'll seduce you, then rob you blind and by morning you'll find yourself alone with less than you had before.

Despite his nefarious and manwhoreish ways, he isn't against finding love but considers it a secondary if not tertiary goal compared to his main goal of becoming a ruler. His ambitions take priority over the feelings of his heart. Sadistic, twisted, and manipulative Faizel is a monster with a kind smile- the big brother, the charming lover, the kind friend, and completely and utterly fake. Because if it's one thing he obtained from his pathetic, sack of crap father- is his silver tongue. And that's the one thing he'll ever be grateful for.

Likes:

+ Food - When you grow up poor food can sometimes be a luxury, so Faizel enjoys it when and while he can.

+ Money - Money lets you do things, lots of things, money is another form of power which is what Faizel needs to grant him his goals. So yeah, he definitely likes money.

+ Alcohol - It's good, is perfect for numbing peoples brains and thus good for stealing more loot when their passed out drunk. Plus, expensive stuff tastes better.

+ A clean getaway - Nothing is more satisfying then breaking into a highly guarded place, stealing the owner's goods, and escaping without a trace. Well, almost nothing.

+ Priceless artifacts - What he enjoys more than money are old and ancient things. He collects them mostly because he finds them cool- but will also sell whatever he thinks will pay for a pretty huang.

Dislikes:

- Nobles - From his experiences Nobles are jerks- really rich and selfish jerks who are polluting the world and need gotten rid of.

- Shellfish - Their gross and disturbing looking, no way he'd eat them!

- Leaving loot behind - He works hard stealing what other people earned- why would he leave it behind?

- The law enforcement - He's a bandit and a thief thus the law is his natural enemy in any country.

- Being treated as inferior - He has a strong sense of pride and he'll be damned if he'll let others treat him like crap for something as stupid as wealth or social status.

Aspirations:

The right to rule - What Faizel desires more than anything is to become a king. His desire for this stems from his life in poverty and his experiences within it. He sees the corruption and evil from those of the higher class and wants nothing more than to end that. He believes in a twisted sense of logic- if he becomes a king and conquerors all of the other countries he could then shape the world to his liking, one free of social status where one must earn their keep. A world of chaotic order where he rules as a God among men.

Power - Having power is what he needs to become a king and he is willing to do anything to get it. Without power both physically, politically, and emotionally he will remain weak and that's something he will not and cannot stand for.

Phobias/fears:

Death - What Faizel fears above all things is death. By dying he is unable to accomplish his goals of a better world. He believes that by prolonging his death he will be able to conquer it and live life span. Besides, if he were to die then who would bring peace to the world?

Humiliation - To be defeated is one thing, but to be utterly humiliated is a huge fear of his. To be humiliated in front of others helpless and weak is tantamount to death in his opinion. His pride as a man and a human being refuses to let him to be subjecated. And to kneel to another publically would all but kill him inside. However, despite it being his biggest fear in a twisted sense it's his biggest thrill. Domination is a form of power and he seeks to enact his will against others. Yet having it happen to him is twistedly a desire of his- if only to overcome his weaknesses.

Face-Claim: Kokuto - BLEACH
Hair Color: Snow White
Eye Color: Dark Violet
Height: 183 Cms (6'0")
Weight: 91 Kgs (200 lbs)
Appearance:

Faizel is a young man in his mid twenties standing at above average human height of 6'0" even and weighing 200 pounds on the dot. He's a tall, limber man who has a lean muscle physique, which downplays his impressive strength. His skin is lightly tanned and blemished with scars that lay on his visible bare arms as well scars on his chest and abdomen that are hidden beneath his clothes.

His most distinguishable item of clothing is the tattered strip of black cloth that is wrapped around the left side of his head hiding the grizzly scars that lay beneath it. His upper and lower wear are a medium shade of gray with thin black lines going down vertically. On his feet are black sandals, while on his thighs lay a brown belt with a harness which holds his sword. Finally, he has snow white messy hair and one visible sharp but half lidded looking dark violet eye.

Rukh Alignment: Black

Special Traits:

None.

History:

Faizel came into being twenty-five years ago to a minor noble father and a prostitute mother. His conceiving was completely unintentional yet despite the father leaving the mother and his future son, the woman couldn't get rid of her child. So she raised him in the slums of Reim as a single parent.

Unfortunately despite her best efforts of raising him for seven years of his life she was unable to sustain both of them anymore and thus sent her son to an orphanage in hopes that he would find a better, more capable parent to help him grow.

Faizel saw this as his mother abandoning him and thus sparked the first hint of darkness in his heart. The orphanage wasn't much better than the slums, the people were still cruel two-faced liars, the meals were still meager and bland, and the building barely protected them from the weather outside- like back in the slums.

Not only that but Faizel was often bullied by the older more vicious kids who made fun of his white hair and dark violet eyes- thinking him weird because he was so quiet and distant.

It was on one of these bullying attempts did things go wrong and while the bullies got what was coming to them, Faizel now sported three sets of thin gashes over his left eye- rendering it useless and blind. Unable to cope with the constant stares and teasing he would then find some black cloth to cover it up which would continue on into his adult years.

It was when he turned thirteen did the orphanage matron found him fit to help earn money for their home like the other kids that got this age and still remained there. Faizel did several odd jobs here and there but never stuck with them due to his unreasonable attitude. It was when he got his first glimpse of a robbery in progress at the store across from his did he get an idea.

And after several nights of planning he made his current workplace his first target. He managed to get away with a handful of Huang successfully and went home satisfied. This was not the end of his nightly adventures however, as he continued stealing from many places eventually getting too much attention, so he took a break from stealing.  

When he was eighteen his matron found him too old to live at the orphanage seeing as he wouldn't be getting adopted now that he was by all means an adult. So Faizel hit the road making his living as a bandit and thief in order to get by.

As he grew older he only saw more and more negativity and grew increasing disgusted with the state of the world. Seeing people treat others like trash made his heart sing with a dark rage and only made him remember his life in the orphanage. It was when he let himself get close to a group of homeless misfits that his life change. He was happy and was even thinking of giving up his thieving ways in order to raise the children properly.

However one night that all changed in an instant when he came back to their "home" only to find the people he thought as family dead... It seemed that one of the nobles he stole from caught a glimpse of him and sent an assassin to his shanty, not able to find it's target it instead took pleasure in gutting the ones who lived there. Faizel tore after the assassin killing him in a very bloody fashion before he fell to his knees tears falling down his face as he laughed hysterically.

Faizel had fallen into depravity...

A few years later at the age of twenty-five Faizel continued his thieving ways cursing his father, cursing his mother, cursing all that he believed that was wrong with the world and wishing to fix it by taking out those spineless, greedy pigs in power. He would become a king, a god, and cleanse the world in a baptism of fire- ridding it of it's impurities and bringing in a new age of prosperity. And all he needed to do so... was power.

Role-Play Sample:

The desert was particularly vicious today. The wind whipped violently around in every direction as the sun bared down upon the earth with scorching intensity. No one in their right mind would be out in this weather- but Faizel wasn't necessarily sane...

Despite the harsh winds and biting sands the young man ventured on his appearance unaffected by the howling gales and skin tearing sands as he continued on his way towards what looked like a small settlement. Upon reaching said settlement his lone dark violet eye surveyed the area seeing that the streets were bare of people.

No doubt all of them were hiding in their homes and other buildings in order to escape the blinding sun and scorching winds. Eying a pub with the name "The Drunken Jewel" in peeled off white letters, Faizel entered it. The building was unsurprisingly packed seeing as most of them probably ran in there to escape the weather.

Ignoring the stares he made his way to the bar counter and ordered a drink. "I need some wine." The bartender looked at him incredulously before glaring at the bandit. "You got the kind of Huang to pay for it? Wine ain't cheap ya know."

Without a word he pulled out a large bag of Huang and slammed it on the table. "Wine. Now." He said with a narrowed eye as the man quickly went to count the money before pulling out a large bottle of wine.

Ignoring the glass the bartender gave him he instead drank straight from the bottle like a dying man before setting it down on the table with an audible 'thunk'. Noticing the stares he gave a bartender a amused smirk before raising the wine bottle again.

"DRINKS FOR EVERYONE, IT'S ON ME!" The whole pub roared in happiness as wine was passed around and everyone had a merry old time. It would be hours before they woke up to find the mysterious man and their possessions were long gone...

Back in the desert was a man on a horse drawn cart which held a lot of jewelry and money on the back a satisfied look on his face as he uttered- "Too easy..."



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2Faizel  Empty Re: Faizel on 31/03/15, 08:06 am

Ariella Negri

Ariella Negri
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Please mark this as WIP in the title and then bump the thread once you have completed it, so staff knows when you are done ^_^


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3Faizel  Empty Re: Faizel on 31/03/15, 05:29 pm

Faizel

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Finished!


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4Faizel  Empty Re: Faizel on 31/03/15, 09:06 pm

Vardreth

Vardreth
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Only a couple of things: on this site, we run by the Metric system, so everything should be in meters/cm for height, in your application, as well as kg for weight.

Special traits are more of a thing used for players who want to have something unique and not "normally" obtained, such as fox ears, tails, or the like. A scar and handkerchief would be normally listed in 'Appearance.'

Everything else looks great.


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5Faizel  Empty Re: Faizel on 31/03/15, 09:44 pm

Faizel

Faizel
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Fixed!


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6Faizel  Empty Re: Faizel on 31/03/15, 10:14 pm

Vardreth

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Excellent~

Azix says:
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[b][font=Serif][i]Mayday! Mayday! The ship is slowly sinking
They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling...[/i][/font][/b]
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[justify][size=12][b]Name:[/b][/size] Faizel
[size=12][b]Country Affiliation:[/b][/size] Wanderer
[size=12][b]Race:[/b][/size] Human
[size=12][b]Tier:[/b] [/size]D
[size=12][b]Specialization:[/b][/size] Strength
[size=12][b]Age + Birthdate:[/b][/size] 25 + July 10th
[size=12][b]Gender:[/b] [/size]Male
[size=12][b]Sexuality:[/b][/size] Pansexual
[size=12][b]Personality:[/b][/size]

On the outside looking in Faizel is a calm, laid-back, kind of fellow, who seems to not have a care in the world. He is friendly and sociable if a bit mysterious. He is the friend and lover many men and women would want and never seems to doubt himself, walking with an easy going gait.

This is a ruse, the true Faizel beneath the "nice guy" facade is anything but kind. He's a manipulator, able to act the part of a idiot, a shy young man, or a seductive sweet talker, or almost anything really- to get what he wants. He's not above using his looks to get what he desires or casually flirt with a person to gain information.

He's a very street savvy person who was raised on them all his life and thus knows all the tricks and trades of street based negotiations. He is able to wiggle into a person's heart or mind, plant seeds of doubt or paranoia into their head with few subtle words.

Add in his deep yet smooth voice and you get a perfect charmer. He is nothing but a snake no matter how sweet he may act, with his poisonous fangs ready to strike while your guard is down. He'll seduce you, then rob you blind and by morning you'll find yourself alone with less than you had before.

Despite his nefarious and manwhoreish ways, he isn't against finding love but considers it a secondary if not tertiary goal compared to his main goal of becoming a ruler. His ambitions take priority over the feelings of his heart. Sadistic, twisted, and manipulative Faizel is a monster with a kind smile- the big brother, the charming lover, the kind friend, and completely and utterly fake. Because if it's one thing he obtained from his pathetic, sack of crap father- is his silver tongue. And that's the one thing he'll ever be grateful for.

[size=12][b]Likes:[/b][/size]

+ [b]Food[/b] - When you grow up poor food can sometimes be a luxury, so Faizel enjoys it when and while he can.

+ [b]Money[/b] - Money lets you do things, lots of things, money is another form of power which is what Faizel needs to grant him his goals. So yeah, he definitely likes money.

+ [b]Alcohol[/b] - It's good, is perfect for numbing peoples brains and thus good for stealing more loot when their passed out drunk. Plus, expensive stuff tastes better.

+ [b]A clean getaway[/b] - Nothing is more satisfying then breaking into a highly guarded place, stealing the owner's goods, and escaping without a trace. Well, almost nothing.

+ [b]Priceless artifacts[/b] - What he enjoys more than money are old and ancient things. He collects them mostly because he finds them cool- but will also sell whatever he thinks will pay for a pretty huang.

[size=12][b]Dislikes:[/b][/size]

- [b]Nobles[/b] - From his experiences Nobles are jerks- really rich and selfish jerks who are polluting the world and need gotten rid of.

- [b]Shellfish[/b] - Their gross and disturbing looking, no way he'd eat them!

- [b]Leaving loot behind[/b] - He works hard stealing what other people earned- why would he leave it behind?

- [b]The law enforcement[/b] - He's a bandit and a thief thus the law is his natural enemy in any country.

- [b]Being treated as inferior[/b] - He has a strong sense of pride and he'll be damned if he'll let others treat him like crap for something as stupid as wealth or social status.

[size=12][b]Aspirations:[/b][/size]

[b]The right to rule[/b] - What Faizel desires more than anything is to become a king. His desire for this stems from his life in poverty and his experiences within it. He sees the corruption and evil from those of the higher class and wants nothing more than to end that. He believes in a twisted sense of logic- if he becomes a king and conquerors all of the other countries he could then shape the world to his liking, one free of social status where one must earn their keep. A world of chaotic order where he rules as a God among men.

[b]Power[/b] - Having power is what he needs to become a king and he is willing to do anything to get it. Without power both physically, politically, and emotionally he will remain weak and that's something he will not and cannot stand for.

[size=12][b]Phobias/fears:[/b][/size]

[b]Death [/b]- What Faizel fears above all things is death. By dying he is unable to accomplish his goals of a better world. He believes that by prolonging his death he will be able to conquer it and live life span. Besides, if he were to die then who would bring peace to the world?

[b]Humiliation[/b] - To be defeated is one thing, but to be utterly humiliated is a huge fear of his. To be humiliated in front of others helpless and weak is tantamount to death in his opinion. His pride as a man and a human being refuses to let him to be subjecated. And to kneel to another publically would all but kill him inside. However, despite it being his biggest fear in a twisted sense it's his biggest thrill. Domination is a form of power and he seeks to enact his will against others. Yet having it happen to him is twistedly a desire of his- if only to overcome his weaknesses.

[size=12][b]Face-Claim:[/b][/size] Kokuto - BLEACH
[size=12][b]Hair Color:[/b][/size] Snow White
[size=12][b]Eye Color:[/b][/size] Dark Violet
[size=12][b]Height:[/b][/size] 183 Cms (6'0")
[size=12][b]Weight:[/b] [/size] 91 Kgs (200 lbs)
[size=12][b]Appearance:[/b][/size]

Faizel is a young man in his mid twenties standing at above average human height of 6'0" even and weighing 200 pounds on the dot. He's a tall, limber man who has a lean muscle physique, which downplays his impressive strength. His skin is lightly tanned and blemished with scars that lay on his visible bare arms as well scars on his chest and abdomen that are hidden beneath his clothes.

His most distinguishable item of clothing is the tattered strip of black cloth that is wrapped around the left side of his head hiding the grizzly scars that lay beneath it. His upper and lower wear are a medium shade of gray with thin black lines going down vertically. On his feet are black sandals, while on his thighs lay a brown belt with a harness which holds his sword. Finally, he has snow white messy hair and one visible sharp but half lidded looking dark violet eye.

[size=12][b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] [/size] Black

[size=12][b]Special Traits:[/b][/size]

None.

[size=12][b]History:[/b][/size]

Faizel came into being twenty-five years ago to a minor noble father and a prostitute mother. His conceiving was completely unintentional yet despite the father leaving the mother and his future son, the woman couldn't get rid of her child. So she raised him in the slums of Reim as a single parent.

Unfortunately despite her best efforts of raising him for seven years of his life she was unable to sustain both of them anymore and thus sent her son to an orphanage in hopes that he would find a better, more capable parent to help him grow.

 Faizel saw this as his mother abandoning him and thus sparked the first hint of darkness in his heart. The orphanage wasn't much better than the slums, the people were still cruel two-faced liars, the meals were still meager and bland, and the building barely protected them from the weather outside- like back in the slums.

 Not only that but Faizel was often bullied by the older more vicious kids who made fun of his white hair and dark violet eyes- thinking him weird because he was so quiet and distant.

It was on one of these bullying attempts did things go wrong and while the bullies got what was coming to them, Faizel now sported three sets of thin gashes over his left eye- rendering it useless and blind. Unable to cope with the constant stares and teasing he would then find some black cloth to cover it up which would continue on into his adult years.

 It was when he turned thirteen did the orphanage matron found him fit to help earn money for their home like the other kids that got this age and still remained there. Faizel did several odd jobs here and there but never stuck with them due to his unreasonable attitude. It was when he got his first glimpse of a robbery in progress at the store across from his did he get an idea.

And after several nights of planning he made his current workplace his first target. He managed to get away with a handful of Huang successfully and went home satisfied. This was not the end of his nightly adventures however, as he continued stealing from many places eventually getting too much attention, so he took a break from stealing.  

When he was eighteen his matron found him too old to live at the orphanage seeing as he wouldn't be getting adopted now that he was by all means an adult. So Faizel hit the road making his living as a bandit and thief in order to get by.

As he grew older he only saw more and more negativity and grew increasing disgusted with the state of the world. Seeing people treat others like trash made his heart sing with a dark rage and only made him remember his life in the orphanage. It was when he let himself get close to a group of homeless misfits that his life change. He was happy and was even thinking of giving up his thieving ways in order to raise the children properly.

However one night that all changed in an instant when he came back to their "home" only to find the people he thought as family dead... It seemed that one of the nobles he stole from caught a glimpse of him and sent an assassin to his shanty, not able to find it's target it instead took pleasure in gutting the ones who lived there. Faizel tore after the assassin killing him in a very bloody fashion before he fell to his knees tears falling down his face as he laughed hysterically.

Faizel had fallen into depravity...

A few years later at the age of twenty-five Faizel continued his thieving ways cursing his father, cursing his mother, cursing all that he believed that was wrong with the world and wishing to fix it by taking out those spineless, greedy pigs in power. He would become a king, a god, and cleanse the world in a baptism of fire- ridding it of it's impurities and bringing in a new age of prosperity. And all he needed to do so... was [i]power[/i].

[size=12][b]Role-Play Sample:[/b][/size]

The desert was particularly vicious today. The wind whipped violently around in every direction as the sun bared down upon the earth with scorching intensity. No one in their right mind would be out in this weather- but Faizel wasn't necessarily sane...

 Despite the harsh winds and biting sands the young man ventured on his appearance unaffected by the howling gales and skin tearing sands as he continued on his way towards what looked like a small settlement. Upon reaching said settlement his lone dark violet eye surveyed the area seeing that the streets were bare of people.

No doubt all of them were hiding in their homes and other buildings in order to escape the blinding sun and scorching winds. Eying a pub with the name [b]"The Drunken Jewel"[/b] in peeled off white letters, Faizel entered it. The building was unsurprisingly packed seeing as most of them probably ran in there to escape the weather.

Ignoring the stares he made his way to the bar counter and ordered a drink. [color=#6600ff]"I need some wine."[/color] The bartender looked at him incredulously before glaring at the bandit. [color=#ff0000]"You got the kind of Huang to pay for it? Wine ain't cheap ya know."[/color]

Without a word he pulled out a large bag of Huang and slammed it on the table. [color=#6600ff]"Wine. Now."[/color] He said with a narrowed eye as the man quickly went to count the money before pulling out a large bottle of wine.

 Ignoring the glass the bartender gave him he instead drank straight from the bottle like a dying man before setting it down on the table with an audible 'thunk'. Noticing the stares he gave a bartender a amused smirk before raising the wine bottle again.

[color=#6600ff]"DRINKS FOR EVERYONE, IT'S ON ME!"[/color] The whole pub roared in happiness as wine was passed around and everyone had a merry old time. It would be hours before they woke up to find the mysterious man and their possessions were long gone...

Back in the desert was a man on a horse drawn cart which held a lot of jewelry and money on the back a satisfied look on his face as he uttered- [color=#6600ff]"Too easy..."[/color][/justify]


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