Atlas [Mercenary]
Nov 14, 2014 0:34:41 GMT
Post by atlas on Nov 14, 2014 0:34:41 GMT
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Atlas
GROUP
Feroxi
AGE
35
BIRTHDAY
October 19
WEAPON
Bronze Sword
CLASSES
Mercenary, Barbarian, Knight, Wyvern Rider
POSITIVES
Courageous, Honorable, Devoted, Intelligent, Kind
NEGATIVES
Unforgiving, Lazy, Temperamental, Sarcastic, Blunt
BIO
• Atlas's life is a simple and sad one, his mother died during childbirth and his father was murdered by thieves when he was only a young boy. His father gave him his name because of the old story, he believed that one day his son would shoulder a great weight as a man, that he would become someone important. That seemed like a very far off dream. Once he was an orphan Atlas took to the streets, he had no other option because any other family he had lived a great ways away and he had no means of getting to them. He didn't really want to have anyone else take care of him though, he missed his father and wished he could have gotten to know his mother at least a bit. Growing up on the streets as a beggar he did what was necessary to survive, he did his fair share of stealing from just about everybody that had more than him. He wasn't a bad kid however, there were other children forced to live on the streets, some of which weren't as skilled as he was, and instead of leaving them to starve in the streets he shared what little he had with them. It wasn't anything but it meant the world to those he helped, and honestly he was happy to do it. However, Atlas was by no means a push-over, many people confronted him about his stealing and he stood his ground which of course always led to a fight. He didn't know how to but that didn't stop him from doing it, over time he eventually learned how to defend himself and most people just stopped altogether. They weren't going to let him get away with it though, they alerted the authorities and he was thrown in jail. By now he was only a teenager, about sixteen, and it seemed like he was going to spend ages in a cell. As luck would have it however, some mercenaries passed by into town and the leader of the group heard about Atlas and was intrigued by the boy. In no time at all he was stepping through the open cell door and offering his hand to Atlas, he was giving him a chance to make something of his life, he had been recruited by a small mercenary guild. Not knowing what else to do Atlas accepted the offer, within the next few days he said goodbye to the only life he had ever known and began travelling.
• Atlas had already learned how to fight but he knew nothing about wielding a weapon. He picked up a sword for the first time and started to receive training from one of the mercenaries, his form was sloppy but he showed a bit of promise. Before he could contribute to the guild he'd have to improve a great deal, so he spent hours on end every day going through rigorous training and practicing how to properly wield a sword. It took a few months but finally he was ready. Atlas was sent out on several jobs over the course of weeks, mostly to take care of bandits and on occasion to hunt the rare monster plaguing the area. This was all quite fun and he enjoyed himself, but so much demanding work started to get dull as time went on. After several years of being part of the guild Atlas was a natural, it's like he had been born to play this role, but he seemed less interested then he had when he first started. He wasn't full of himself but he wasn't bored either, he was just kinda tired of always going out, he wanted to just spend time relaxing and enjoying himself. For the most part a lazy mercenary was a starving one, but he'd done enough work to have himself covered for at least a little while. Once that time ran out however he was very reluctant to handle any work, eventually he stopped going out altogether and just stayed behind at the base that had been set up. The master of the guild didn't take this very well. He warned Atlas, he should start getting his act together or he'd regret it. In response to this Atlas challenged the master, it was foolish but he was determined nonetheless. Deep down Atlas didn't think he could beat him, but he needed something more than working the same jobs he'd been doing for years, he felt like he was entitled to something more. The fight was hard but didn't last all that long, the difference in their strength was obvious and Atlas had all but been deemed the loser. The master told him to get himself together and turned his back, Atlas shouted for him to come back and continue but the old man simply walked on. There was nothing left for him to do, so Atlas charged after the master, if he didn't turn around to face him then he would die. This was perhaps Atlas's greatest sin and the price he paid nearly cost him his life. The master turned and avoided the attack, in one quick motion he created a cut along Atlas's face, just below his eyes. The wound was practically life threatening, but at most it would leave a nasty scar, it was to serve as a reminder that only the strong were allowed to do as they pleased without fear of the consequences, and Atlas was a long way off from that point.
• The wound eventually healed and Atlas was determined to get stronger, he didn't hold a grudge against the master, in fact he actually thanked him for giving him the drive to go on. He wished for greater things than to just be some hired hand, even if he did do a lot of good. Several years went by and Atlas continued to grow stronger and continued to do work as it was requested, it was less mundane than it had been before his duel with the master. One day he finally felt confident in himself, he requested a rematch with the master, he truly believed this time that things would go differently than they had those years ago. The battle was difficult, but this time it went on for much longer than it once had, the master had gotten up in years but he was still as formidable as he had been when he was younger. After several hours of crossing blades eventually Atlas emerged as the victor, he was the strongest in the guild, but now that he had acquired the title he didn't know what to do with it. The old man would have been willing to give ownership of the guild to him, but he knew that wasn't what Atlas wanted, this life had been good to him but it wasn't the one he was destined to live, even his former teacher knew he would aspire to greater things than this. All that was really left for Atlas to do was to leave the guild and travel on his own, he needed to find his own path and hopefully he would one day find the place he belonged and fulfill the role he was born to play. After saying goodbye to the only family and friends he'd ever really known Atlas set off on his journey.
• Over the next couple of years Atlas traveled from town to town, village to village, and city to city. He continued to fit the role of a mercenary, if anyone needed his help he wouldn't turn his back, all he'd really ask for was some food and a place to stay, in return he'd handle whatever trouble there was. When he had been a part of the guild just about all the work completed was done with other people, now he stood alone to face whatever may come, and this helped him to grow stronger. It was an enjoyable time for Atlas, he was happy to be of use and he'd jump at any chance given to become stronger, he felt like he had to prove something to everybody. After some time his name started to travel around and people from all over called for him, no matter what the situation or how far his request would take him he'd happily go along and complete whatever task. If he couldn't at least manage this then he'd have to give up whatever hopes he had of becoming anything great. One day Atlas found himself in Regna Ferox, he wasn't sure how he ended up here but they didn't take too kindly to his presence, for reasons unknown to him they didn't take too kindly to outsiders. To Atlas this was simply another step on his journey and he just intended to pass on through just like all the other places he'd visited in the past, this time however he met opposition. Most would simply turn and go on their way, but Atlas refused to back down. Standing his ground he fought off soldier after soldier for hours until finally he was overwhelmed, he hadn't killed anyone, he simply rendered them unconscious which in some cases was because of serious injuries. In the end no one's life was threatened except his own, there was talk of either life in prison or execution. This was until one man stepped forward, he was a high ranking official in the military, he gave Atlas the simple choice of either life in prison or the death penalty, or serving Regna Ferox as a soldier. With every intention to live he selected the latter of the three. Because of what he had done to the guards stationed he wasn't exactly accepted with open arms, but he quickly proved himself.
• Over the last few years Atlas has become a true Feroxi, he's basically viewed as a model citizen and an ideal soldier, this isn't always the case but he's one of the best examples they have. He is currently content, he wishes to climb the ranks and become someone more important, but for now he is happy with the progress he is making. Being a soldier is much different than a mercenary, war was something he'd never experienced but quite frankly he enjoyed it, and fighting solely for the people instead of for himself was much more honorable and worthwhile. Atlas may not have been born here but he considers Regna Ferox his home and will fight to the death to protect it. His goal is to become someone known throughout the lands, a great warrior but also a kind man, as well as a proud defender of Regna Ferox. His hope is that so long as people know he is around they will feel safe, and to anyone who intends to do harm to his country or his people, may they be gifted more mercy in the next life than what was granted to them in this one.
OTHER
• His scar was received not because he challenged someone stronger than him, but because he refused to stand down. It serves as a reminder that without strength only death awaits you.
• Atlas is very kind towards children and animals but will be more or less unfriendly towards anyone else at first.
• He's been a heavy smoker for years but his health is completely unaffected by it. Even he doesn't know why that is.
• He does not underestimate anyone, all he asks is that you do not underestimate him in return.
• Despite what some pictures might show, he doesn't have a hook, he's got two normal hands.
FACE-CLAIM
ONE PIECE, Sir Crocodile
Atlas
GROUP
Feroxi
AGE
35
BIRTHDAY
October 19
WEAPON
Bronze Sword
CLASSES
Mercenary, Barbarian, Knight, Wyvern Rider
POSITIVES
Courageous, Honorable, Devoted, Intelligent, Kind
NEGATIVES
Unforgiving, Lazy, Temperamental, Sarcastic, Blunt
BIO
• Atlas's life is a simple and sad one, his mother died during childbirth and his father was murdered by thieves when he was only a young boy. His father gave him his name because of the old story, he believed that one day his son would shoulder a great weight as a man, that he would become someone important. That seemed like a very far off dream. Once he was an orphan Atlas took to the streets, he had no other option because any other family he had lived a great ways away and he had no means of getting to them. He didn't really want to have anyone else take care of him though, he missed his father and wished he could have gotten to know his mother at least a bit. Growing up on the streets as a beggar he did what was necessary to survive, he did his fair share of stealing from just about everybody that had more than him. He wasn't a bad kid however, there were other children forced to live on the streets, some of which weren't as skilled as he was, and instead of leaving them to starve in the streets he shared what little he had with them. It wasn't anything but it meant the world to those he helped, and honestly he was happy to do it. However, Atlas was by no means a push-over, many people confronted him about his stealing and he stood his ground which of course always led to a fight. He didn't know how to but that didn't stop him from doing it, over time he eventually learned how to defend himself and most people just stopped altogether. They weren't going to let him get away with it though, they alerted the authorities and he was thrown in jail. By now he was only a teenager, about sixteen, and it seemed like he was going to spend ages in a cell. As luck would have it however, some mercenaries passed by into town and the leader of the group heard about Atlas and was intrigued by the boy. In no time at all he was stepping through the open cell door and offering his hand to Atlas, he was giving him a chance to make something of his life, he had been recruited by a small mercenary guild. Not knowing what else to do Atlas accepted the offer, within the next few days he said goodbye to the only life he had ever known and began travelling.
• Atlas had already learned how to fight but he knew nothing about wielding a weapon. He picked up a sword for the first time and started to receive training from one of the mercenaries, his form was sloppy but he showed a bit of promise. Before he could contribute to the guild he'd have to improve a great deal, so he spent hours on end every day going through rigorous training and practicing how to properly wield a sword. It took a few months but finally he was ready. Atlas was sent out on several jobs over the course of weeks, mostly to take care of bandits and on occasion to hunt the rare monster plaguing the area. This was all quite fun and he enjoyed himself, but so much demanding work started to get dull as time went on. After several years of being part of the guild Atlas was a natural, it's like he had been born to play this role, but he seemed less interested then he had when he first started. He wasn't full of himself but he wasn't bored either, he was just kinda tired of always going out, he wanted to just spend time relaxing and enjoying himself. For the most part a lazy mercenary was a starving one, but he'd done enough work to have himself covered for at least a little while. Once that time ran out however he was very reluctant to handle any work, eventually he stopped going out altogether and just stayed behind at the base that had been set up. The master of the guild didn't take this very well. He warned Atlas, he should start getting his act together or he'd regret it. In response to this Atlas challenged the master, it was foolish but he was determined nonetheless. Deep down Atlas didn't think he could beat him, but he needed something more than working the same jobs he'd been doing for years, he felt like he was entitled to something more. The fight was hard but didn't last all that long, the difference in their strength was obvious and Atlas had all but been deemed the loser. The master told him to get himself together and turned his back, Atlas shouted for him to come back and continue but the old man simply walked on. There was nothing left for him to do, so Atlas charged after the master, if he didn't turn around to face him then he would die. This was perhaps Atlas's greatest sin and the price he paid nearly cost him his life. The master turned and avoided the attack, in one quick motion he created a cut along Atlas's face, just below his eyes. The wound was practically life threatening, but at most it would leave a nasty scar, it was to serve as a reminder that only the strong were allowed to do as they pleased without fear of the consequences, and Atlas was a long way off from that point.
• The wound eventually healed and Atlas was determined to get stronger, he didn't hold a grudge against the master, in fact he actually thanked him for giving him the drive to go on. He wished for greater things than to just be some hired hand, even if he did do a lot of good. Several years went by and Atlas continued to grow stronger and continued to do work as it was requested, it was less mundane than it had been before his duel with the master. One day he finally felt confident in himself, he requested a rematch with the master, he truly believed this time that things would go differently than they had those years ago. The battle was difficult, but this time it went on for much longer than it once had, the master had gotten up in years but he was still as formidable as he had been when he was younger. After several hours of crossing blades eventually Atlas emerged as the victor, he was the strongest in the guild, but now that he had acquired the title he didn't know what to do with it. The old man would have been willing to give ownership of the guild to him, but he knew that wasn't what Atlas wanted, this life had been good to him but it wasn't the one he was destined to live, even his former teacher knew he would aspire to greater things than this. All that was really left for Atlas to do was to leave the guild and travel on his own, he needed to find his own path and hopefully he would one day find the place he belonged and fulfill the role he was born to play. After saying goodbye to the only family and friends he'd ever really known Atlas set off on his journey.
• Over the next couple of years Atlas traveled from town to town, village to village, and city to city. He continued to fit the role of a mercenary, if anyone needed his help he wouldn't turn his back, all he'd really ask for was some food and a place to stay, in return he'd handle whatever trouble there was. When he had been a part of the guild just about all the work completed was done with other people, now he stood alone to face whatever may come, and this helped him to grow stronger. It was an enjoyable time for Atlas, he was happy to be of use and he'd jump at any chance given to become stronger, he felt like he had to prove something to everybody. After some time his name started to travel around and people from all over called for him, no matter what the situation or how far his request would take him he'd happily go along and complete whatever task. If he couldn't at least manage this then he'd have to give up whatever hopes he had of becoming anything great. One day Atlas found himself in Regna Ferox, he wasn't sure how he ended up here but they didn't take too kindly to his presence, for reasons unknown to him they didn't take too kindly to outsiders. To Atlas this was simply another step on his journey and he just intended to pass on through just like all the other places he'd visited in the past, this time however he met opposition. Most would simply turn and go on their way, but Atlas refused to back down. Standing his ground he fought off soldier after soldier for hours until finally he was overwhelmed, he hadn't killed anyone, he simply rendered them unconscious which in some cases was because of serious injuries. In the end no one's life was threatened except his own, there was talk of either life in prison or execution. This was until one man stepped forward, he was a high ranking official in the military, he gave Atlas the simple choice of either life in prison or the death penalty, or serving Regna Ferox as a soldier. With every intention to live he selected the latter of the three. Because of what he had done to the guards stationed he wasn't exactly accepted with open arms, but he quickly proved himself.
• Over the last few years Atlas has become a true Feroxi, he's basically viewed as a model citizen and an ideal soldier, this isn't always the case but he's one of the best examples they have. He is currently content, he wishes to climb the ranks and become someone more important, but for now he is happy with the progress he is making. Being a soldier is much different than a mercenary, war was something he'd never experienced but quite frankly he enjoyed it, and fighting solely for the people instead of for himself was much more honorable and worthwhile. Atlas may not have been born here but he considers Regna Ferox his home and will fight to the death to protect it. His goal is to become someone known throughout the lands, a great warrior but also a kind man, as well as a proud defender of Regna Ferox. His hope is that so long as people know he is around they will feel safe, and to anyone who intends to do harm to his country or his people, may they be gifted more mercy in the next life than what was granted to them in this one.
OTHER
• His scar was received not because he challenged someone stronger than him, but because he refused to stand down. It serves as a reminder that without strength only death awaits you.
• Atlas is very kind towards children and animals but will be more or less unfriendly towards anyone else at first.
• He's been a heavy smoker for years but his health is completely unaffected by it. Even he doesn't know why that is.
• He does not underestimate anyone, all he asks is that you do not underestimate him in return.
• Despite what some pictures might show, he doesn't have a hook, he's got two normal hands.
FACE-CLAIM
ONE PIECE, Sir Crocodile
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