Post by Carrion Rogue on Dec 16, 2011 6:01:28 GMT -6
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Carrion Rogue
"Got a bullet in the chamber and this is gonna hurt."
YOUR AGE . 18
RP EXPERIENCE . 5+ years
CONTACT INFO . See other applications
HOW DID YOU FIND US . Co-Creator
NICKNAMES . Rogue
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH . Unknown, appears to be in early 20s.
GROUP . Asylum Staff. Tracker/hunter/silencer
FACE CLAIM . Miles McMillan
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HEIGHT . 6'2
WEIGHT . 150
HAIR. Black with red-brown undertones. Straight and long, falls to about mid-chest. On his missions, he pulls it back into a low ponytail. Otherwise it's worn down.
EYES.Russet. More red than brown.
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS . Has a set of raven wings on his back, the left wing bloodied and torn, exposing bone while the right beautiful and pristine. Earrings all the way up his left ear. Each one is gold. The only other thing is a small golden band on his right middle finger. It's dented and beat up, and he doesn't know where he got it.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES . His unique facial shape and captivating eyes as well as the boyish, innocent way he holds himself. But the moment he speaks, that facade is shattered and you know there is nothing innocent about him.
PHYSICAL FLAWS . Many scars down his left arm and one blade wound to his chest. He knows nothing about them.
PERSONAL STYLE . He leans toward more formal way of dress, usually wearing slacks and a button down shirt, but every once in a while you'll catch him wearing blue jeans and t-shirts.
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Tracking
Darkness
Close-quarters combat
Combat in general
Blades
Guns
Heat
Cats (They seem to be attracted to him.)
Women
DISLIKES .
Sunlight(Has especially sensitive eyes)
Clingy women.
People touching his hair
Light in any form
Talkative people
People in general
STRENGTHS . Very good at watching people. He can usually predict who might become a traitor simply by watching. He always thinks before he speaks. Always knows the goings-on of both the asylum and the surrounding towns. Nothing ever slips past him. And simply by studying other doctors work in the asylum, he has learned enough to become a doctor himself, but he applies this to body disposal. He also seems to have enhanced sight and speed.
WEAKNESSES . Can NOT function during the day. He is nocturnal and literally will hide during daylight hours, which can give his prey many hours of a head start. He also does not work well in the cold.
GOALS . Regain his memories.
FEARS . Getting killed, being trapped in daylight, permanent amnesia
SECRETS . He sometimes captures men or women and releases them in the woods as “practice.” Once caught, he will simply play with their corpses.
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FATHER . Unknown
MOTHER . Unknown
SIBLINGS . Unknown
PETS . Unknown, though he does own several cats now.
OTHER FAMILY . Unknown.
HISTORY . Unknown. Even he doesn't know. He can hardly recall showing up on the Asylum's stoop late one night. Standing deliriously in the storm, badly injured with a blade wound to the chest and head. The head doctor found him there, half frozen and staring at her like he couldn't even see her. She brought him in and cared for him until he healed. He then began to work for the Asylum as a sort of “Secret-Keeper.” One that tracks down escaped patients, informants, or simply those who learn too much.
ANYTHING ELSE . The only clues he has to his past is the note in his pocket that read “Carrion Rogue” and the fact that he is very fluent in French
MEMBER TITLE . Nuit Du Chasseur (Night of the Hunter)
RULES PHRASE(this tells us you've read the rules.) . Bandaids
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS? . Ivy, Malice
RP SAMPLE .
It was dinner time in the asylum.
For weeks now he had heard rumors being whispered from patient to patient becoming fervent and excited as they passed. Rumors of an uprising.
An uprising that was supposed to take place tonight, an uprising meant to cause chaos and confusion. And what better place to do that than dinner time when all of the patients came together in one room? He scoffed. The fools would never get past him. But he dared them to try. He would hunt each and every one of them down until they were nothing more than blood on his hands.
A grin split his face and he sunk into the shadows of the cafeteria, toying with his favorite knife and patiently waiting.
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