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Karnage · 03-24-2008, 02:43 AM

GM Approved
OOC: RP noob as well hope I won't shame myself.

Name: Karnage

Race: Asmodian

Class: Chanter

Description: While on the shorter side of about 5'5, Karnage is no pushover, easily topping 190lbs of pure muscle. Dark hair, almost black and eyes that are a unusually dark red for an Asmodian. His eyes are what inspired his name.

Biography: Easily one of the strongest Asmodians from his home town, he has beaten several Elyos gladiators in single combat. While his name might suggest a violent nature, he is actually peaceful although once the battle is in full swing is known to be practically unstoppable, a rather dangerous attribute for one who is supposed to be at most a front-line healer. It is because of this that he has not recieved many promotions among the Asmodian army, despite his incredible kill rate. Slow to anger, but slow to calm after you get him there.

IC: Karnage
Karnage landed in the valley his patrol had been flying over. He and the rest of what he refered to as the "Misfit Maulers" had been on sentry detail for days after their little expierement with the new shipment of weapons. How was he supposed to know one of them was a poisonous bow? I mean come on it wasn't like anyone died, they cleared out the poison before it could take effect. Now that he thought about it he supposed that was the reason they hadn't been executed on the spot. Ah well, no changing the past.

Karnage snapped back to his patrol's current situation. For hours they had been watching unusually bright flashes coming from a fortress known to be under Elyos control. Half of his patrol had been itching to take a closer look, but Karnage knew they were on a short-leash as it was and he didn't want to risk further punishment for giving away the position of his patrol route. Although now that he thought about it, it had been a while since his mace, affectionately nicknamed Brutus, had tasted blood. But even as he thought this he knew they couldn't enter into a battle they had no business in.

Karnage's second in command, a loyal templar of sturdy build, who had been placed under his command for a strange habit of fainting in extreme heat, landed next to him as the rest of the patrol found their own knolls to rest on.

Karnage's second then asked, "Sir, why have we landed in such an insecure area?"

The reply was a relaxed almost uncaring, "We need to get better stock of our situation."

His second, seeming to understand a hidden message of Karnage's, bowed and backed away, and then while gesturing to some of the more battle-tested members of the patrol, stepped backwards, took a running leap, and in a flourish of leathery wings, took off with them in tow. It wasn't long before the remainder of the patrol heard steady wing beats heading in their direction. But to Karnage's ear something seemed wrong. They were coming in way to fast. He stood, hand on the hilt of his mace and unslung his shield from his back. His patrol seeing this readied what weapons they had in a rushed fashion. Karnage continued to listen to the wing beats. He had their speed down and he had started to count numbers. 15. He did a quick count of the number in his patrol. 16. He had started out that morning with 20. Only four should be coming back. There were eleven extra sets of wings. Once these numbers registered in Karnage's mind his body visibly tensed. The rest of his patrol knew what that ment. Battle.

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03-24-2008, 02:43 AM	#37 (permalink)
Karnage Daeva Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Small-town, Texas Blog Entries: 1 Character: Karnage Class: Chanter Legion: Order of the Umbral Sanctum Race: Asmodians	GM Approved OOC: RP noob as well hope I won't shame myself. Name: Karnage Race: Asmodian Class: Chanter Description: While on the shorter side of about 5'5, Karnage is no pushover, easily topping 190lbs of pure muscle. Dark hair, almost black and eyes that are a unusually dark red for an Asmodian. His eyes are what inspired his name. Biography: Easily one of the strongest Asmodians from his home town, he has beaten several Elyos gladiators in single combat. While his name might suggest a violent nature, he is actually peaceful although once the battle is in full swing is known to be practically unstoppable, a rather dangerous attribute for one who is supposed to be at most a front-line healer. It is because of this that he has not recieved many promotions among the Asmodian army, despite his incredible kill rate. Slow to anger, but slow to calm after you get him there. IC: Karnage Karnage landed in the valley his patrol had been flying over. He and the rest of what he refered to as the "Misfit Maulers" had been on sentry detail for days after their little expierement with the new shipment of weapons. How was he supposed to know one of them was a poisonous bow? I mean come on it wasn't like anyone died, they cleared out the poison before it could take effect. Now that he thought about it he supposed that was the reason they hadn't been executed on the spot. Ah well, no changing the past. Karnage snapped back to his patrol's current situation. For hours they had been watching unusually bright flashes coming from a fortress known to be under Elyos control. Half of his patrol had been itching to take a closer look, but Karnage knew they were on a short-leash as it was and he didn't want to risk further punishment for giving away the position of his patrol route. Although now that he thought about it, it had been a while since his mace, affectionately nicknamed Brutus, had tasted blood. But even as he thought this he knew they couldn't enter into a battle they had no business in. Karnage's second in command, a loyal templar of sturdy build, who had been placed under his command for a strange habit of fainting in extreme heat, landed next to him as the rest of the patrol found their own knolls to rest on. Karnage's second then asked, "Sir, why have we landed in such an insecure area?" The reply was a relaxed almost uncaring, "We need to get better stock of our situation." His second, seeming to understand a hidden message of Karnage's, bowed and backed away, and then while gesturing to some of the more battle-tested members of the patrol, stepped backwards, took a running leap, and in a flourish of leathery wings, took off with them in tow. It wasn't long before the remainder of the patrol heard steady wing beats heading in their direction. But to Karnage's ear something seemed wrong. They were coming in way to fast. He stood, hand on the hilt of his mace and unslung his shield from his back. His patrol seeing this readied what weapons they had in a rushed fashion. Karnage continued to listen to the wing beats. He had their speed down and he had started to count numbers. 15. He did a quick count of the number in his patrol. 16. He had started out that morning with 20. Only four should be coming back. There were eleven extra sets of wings. Once these numbers registered in Karnage's mind his body visibly tensed. The rest of his patrol knew what that ment. Battle. Tag: Any __________________ Made by the hand of Akaris Around and around it goes, makes us up as the nucleotide flows. Last edited by Karnage; 03-24-2008 at 03:04 AM..