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| Altais | Apr 22 2009, 08:12 PM Post #1 |
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Alias: Altais Francois Gender: Male Age: 22 Hair: Light brown Eyes: Brown Skin: Caucasian, light Height: 6'3" Stature: Altais is tall and thin, best described as 'lanky'. Unique Traits: Long, thin, vertical scar across his right eye, from an encounter with a drunken Jacobin soldier. Strengths: Altais is a master of deception, and is notable amongst the Brotherhood as one of the most skilled at "hiding in plain sight." Weaknesses: Altais is usually overconfident in his ability to remain disguised as he nears his targets, though not unduly. Still, this sometimes gets him into trouble and he must act quickly to avoid capture. Primary Weapon: Manriki Gusari Armor/Clothing: ![]() Other: Hidden Blade, Rapier, Throwing Knives Biography: Altais was born in a small village in Lorraine, not far from the birthplace of Joan of Ark. He was the son of the local militia captain, and due to the generosity of the town Intendent, he was able to go to a small university and study. He eventually joined a student group known as the Enfants d'Ombre, and became involved in various revolutionary groups as change swept across France. When he was 19, Altais enlisted in the People's Army, and served under the aspiring Napoleon Bonaparte for a number of years. In 1792, after helping to quell a monarchist uprising just north of Paris, Napoleon ordered his men to burn the town responsible for producing the insurrectionists. Unable to carry out such an atrocity, Altais snuck away in the dead of night, and spent the next two days making his way towards Paris while avoiding military units and the patrolling bands of Sans-culottes. Once he eventually reached the city, he booked a hotel room under a fake name. As he sipped his wine that evening, a letter was pushed under his door. He opened it tentatively, and was devastated by it's contents. His family was dead, some of the first victims in what would be Robespierre's long, bloody Reign of Terror. The letter was anonymous, and a strange symbol was pressed in red at the bottom. Additionally, there was a rather post script. Run! Just seconds after he finished reading a commotion could be heard at the little hotel's front door. Altais peered out of the curtained window and saw a band of Sans-culottes brandishing muskets and cutlasses, demanding to search the building. When the clerk refused, one of the men pulled out a pistol and shot him in the face. Altais barely escaped through the back entrance as the mob tried to burn down the building, but was spotted just as he hopped the rear gate. Musket balls shattered all around him and one hit a nearby building's plaster moulding. The plaster shattered into shrapnel, a piece of which sliced into the side of Altais' head and knocked him unconscious. When he woke up , he was in a dark tunnel, full of the smell of rotting flesh. He was tied to a bed. Eventually a man garbed in white came and explained the situation. He had been rescued by the Confrérie, a secretive band of assassins dedicated to eliminating the radical threat to France. They convinced Altais to join, and as they trained him in the arts of assassination and subtlety, they revealed more of their purpose to him. BLAHBLAHITSTHREEINTHEMORNING Edited by Altais, Apr 23 2009, 01:16 AM.
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In battle of beasts, in a master beat A medieval gladiator that will wreck the beats I go through marrow and bone My arrow and bow, words running away as I scatter the flow Now let it go (put it down) Chase 'em all (just grab them) Make your move, before you're losing the momentum Red ink, white feather, unerasable wrath And another character loss as I follow the path I won't break or fall Hunt them down till I find every Last damn soul Making my way home again The chosen (Run away, your fate is sealed) | |
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| Liane Cavell | Apr 23 2009, 01:04 PM Post #2 |
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XD, approved. What kind of post script was it though? "Additionally, there was a rather post script." |
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| Altais | Apr 23 2009, 02:35 PM Post #3 |
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I accidently the whole post script, is this bad? I don't even remember. It's not even finished I think. I wrote that at 3:00 AM while half awake by pretty much mashing my keyboard and seeing what came up. Edited by Altais, Apr 23 2009, 02:35 PM.
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In battle of beasts, in a master beat A medieval gladiator that will wreck the beats I go through marrow and bone My arrow and bow, words running away as I scatter the flow Now let it go (put it down) Chase 'em all (just grab them) Make your move, before you're losing the momentum Red ink, white feather, unerasable wrath And another character loss as I follow the path I won't break or fall Hunt them down till I find every Last damn soul Making my way home again The chosen (Run away, your fate is sealed) | |
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