Post by yorik on Feb 19, 2013 3:21:38 GMT
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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? (Hamlet, V.i)[/b][/size][/font]
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Age: Twenty-six
Species: Legend
Kingdom: Former 4th Kingdom, now 5th
Occupation: King Adam's royal servant by day, mysterious warlord by night
Playby: Enrique Iglesias
Father: Unknown (orphan)
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: None
Other: Horatio and Prince Hamlet; Men whom Yorick once served that treated him like a brother.
Likes:
- Death
- Balance
- War
- Assassinations
- Cold blooded efficiency in all that he does
Dislikes:
- Heroes
- Villains
- Justice
- Chaos
- Misguided views on right and wrong
Strengths:[/size]
- Skilled melee
- Skilled range
- Tactical prowess
- Deep knowledge of botany and poisons
- Some spells stolen from the Book of Merlin
Weaknesses:[/size]
- Arrogance
- Limited magical powers
- Destructive nature
Personality:[/size][/font]
Yorick's a borderline evil man who shares neither remorse or insecurity when he takes an enemy down. His services are sold to the highest bidder, and it's this notion that's given him a self entitled money grubbing attitude since he was a young adult.
Yorick doesn't lose. Or at least that's what he thinks. Always 100 steps ahead of the enemy, Yorick's tactical prowess is astounding, let alone at a prodigal genius level. His inability to be fooled gave him an arrogant attitude, and it's this arrogance that makes him open in some areas. Were someone to challenge his attitude, the fury might cause him to misstep.
Yorick shares an all but common belief that good and evil must coexist. You can't have one without the other. So if evil was to be completely eliminated, it would compel Yorick to plant the seeds of a new evil. If there was too much evil in the world, the answer is simple; eradicate that evil. It's this idea of balance that makes Yorick the ultimate assassin.
Yorick doesn't love. Love is a sign of good, and something he's against dabbling in. Love clouds the mind, and creates otherworldly passions that prevent a soldier from doing his duty on and off the battlefield. Likewise, mercy isn't something Yorick's without. Under the right circumstances, if the cause is true, Yorick will protect innocent people. Under the condition that it doesn't compromise the fraternity.
Eyes: Blue[/size]
Hair: Brown[/size]
Physique:[/size] Yorick has a slim yet muscular physique often compared to that of an Olympic swimmer, or a distance runner. He's a rather tall, dark and handsome man, standing at an above average 6'2". He often has the scruffy look of a peasant but wears the finest of clothing as King Adam's servant. Some would say his appearance is angelic.
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History: [/font]
Yorick's a 9th Kingdom native brought into the house of Hamlet, in the days of the old king. He was an orphan who was handpicked by Hamlet's father to become a court jester. The boy was extremely amusing.
Yorick grew up with both Prince Hamlet and his friend Horatio. The three were inseparable growing up. The days of the old king were good and righteous. Almost too good and righteous. The kingdom lived in peace under an extremist rule over the peasantry. Only the nobles of the 9th were allowed any kind of freedoms like visiting relatives outside of the kingdom. Though Yorick was a 9th Kingdom native, rumor had it he had family in the 2nd Kingdom. The 2nd Kingdom was an enemy of the 9th at the time, so no man woman or child was allowed to leave for fear of sharing intelligence with the enemy. Yorick grew to resent the king that took him in and the King's jealous younger brother took notice.
Yorick spent the next four years of his life training in the dark arts under the supervision of Hamlet's uncle. It was there that he learned how to fight and how to prepare deadly poisons for assassinations. He grew especially fond of hemlock and snake venom.
At the age of twenty, Yorick killed Hamlet's father and placed his uncle in the king's seat as the rightful heir, under the false idea that the strong grip the kingdom had over its peasantry would loosen. In order to keep control of his own body and skills, Yorick faked his own death and fled the kingdom never to return.
Yorick spent two years honing his skills as an assassin, gathering various clients from all of the kingdoms that would refer to him if they ever needed a job. The work soon became so overwhelming that Yorick actually took a break from his line of worked and picked up and a life of servitude in the 5th Kingdom.
It was after infiltrating the 5th and spending a year working as a lowly housekeeper in the royal servents that Yorick was noticed by King Adam, and befriended. Yorick then spent the rest of his time in the 1st Kingdom as King Adam's personal butler/ward. This wasn't a thing that Yorick anticipated in his time in the 5th Kingdom, but he couldn't complain. It was the perfect double life. Royal servant by day, assassin by night. All of King Adam's personal information was simply icing on the cake. While Adam wasn't a man Yorick ever dreamed of crossing, the fact that he had access to the most influential man in all of the 9 Kingdoms and his intelligence would make operations smoother in some areas. Yorick would just have to do what he did best... Continue a life of deception.
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Role-play Example:
The halls of the inner palace gleamed with resplendent colors of all the King's fancy. With a snap of his fingers, Yorick made it so. The tall dark and handsome man waltzed down a long corridor dressed in a stylish black tunic. Though he smiled his angelic, seemingly innocent smile, the Yorick's darkness emanated from his cold ice blue eyes. The servants grew to fear the young butler.
Yes, they feared him. Not out of physical or even emotional fear, the sheer perfection in everything his did was dare I say it... Demonic. As if he had inhuman capabilities, with acrobatic skills and superb athletic speed. Yorick was intimidating. And that was one of the main reasons why the servants feared him. There was another reason of course. Yorick's cool demeanor.
Normally, a cool demeanor would indicate trustworthiness and justifiability in bringing a sense of relief to the beholder. This was an exception. When Yorick stared at the housemaids for doing something wrong, it struck fear into them, almost like a special influence. The cool demeanor was ice cold, and like an iceburg, it'd hit you if you set sail to combat it.
Yorick reached the kitchen and looked inside. The chefs chopping away at carrots caught a glimpse of his presence and chopped faster. Yorick grinned.
[red]"Wonderful! Be wary of cuts from your blade. If you cut too quick-[/red]
[blue]"YEEAAAAOOOOOWWW!"[/blue]
Someone cut their finger off. Lesson learned?, Yorick pondered as he walked into the dining hall.
The room was empty and dinner was supposed to be ready in twenty minutes. Yorick snapped his pocket watch shut. This just will not do...
One of the servants walks in, a boy about the age of sixteen. Yorick smiles and motions the boy to come forward. Nervously, he obliges. Yorick reaches out as if to shake the boy's hand. A rather trustworthy nature appeared in his ice blue eyes. The boy nervously reached out to oblige yet again, and Yorick politely broke the boy's wrist. Through the agony and screams of the poor boy, Yorick managed to get out a few sentences, his cool demeanor remained the same.
[red]"I asked you over to inquire why dinner isn't ready. Though I am rather disappointed in your joint efforts to bring his Grace his meal on time, I am feeling rather generous today. Listen to me when I speak, boy."[/red]
The young man stopped his wailing for a moment, tears streaming down his face. Yorick continued.
[red]"As I said, I'm feeling rather generous today. I'll allow you to keep your life on the condition that you and the lazy do nothings around here-get...to...work. Dinner's in twenty."[/red]
The boy nodded and sprinted out the door holding on to his (sprained, not broken. Yorick was most certain there wasn't a chicken bone like snap when he struck the boy) wrist. Yorick sighed and rubbed a hand through his dark scraggly hair.
[red]"Children.."[/red]
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Name: Mitch
Location: The darkest region of the world
RP Experience: Moderate
How You Found Us Through another site.
Fun Fact About You: I do MMA and collect firearms/bowie knives
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