PERSONA Name: Taiho Seiker Age: 48, June 4th, X743 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Ethnicity, Father: Ministreli Ethnicity, Mother: Joyan Class: Adventurer Race: Human Rank: D-rank Guild: Sleeping Calamity Tattoo: Right Side of the Neck Face: Dante - Devil May Cry PHYSIQUE Height: 6’6” Weight: 210 lbs Hair: Silver White Eyes: Blue Overall: Taiho is a man’s man. A silver fox who only seemed to age like fine whisky, the man lacks any inherent physical flaws that most people his age would have. He stands tall over other people, an unmistakable presence in any room he enters. Physically he could be considered athletic, maybe even burly due to his muscular frame. He normally wears a red jacket about his person with a single black strap going across his chest to keep it closed. With this are a pair of red pants and black shoes. Sometimes however he will go for far more businesslike attire, wearing a white dress shirt with black tie and black slacks. He keeps his grizzled gray beard trimmed just enough to look presentable. Extra: N/A PERSONALITY Personality: A cynical, pragmatic man. Taiho is jaded by a past that won’t seem to leave him be. Whether it’s the bounty hunters who seem to always be on his trail, or the debt collectors who never fail to have his number, Taiho Seiker is a wanted man. Because of this he isn’t the most trusting individual. Even when he’s out with others, he will always place himself slightly back, giving himself an out in any situation should he feel that there’s the possibility for betrayal. His mind is always racing, his mind is always contemplating the next score, the next move. All of this however, does not stop him from having fun with it all however. A grin or smirk, or a condescending sneer always plastered on his beautiful face, Taiho always seems amused by those around him. This gives him a bit of an edge when dealing with those he consideres hardasses, the serious types that take themselves and their business to point where the edge would slit their necks if placed against it. He makes it a point to avoid ending up that way, no matter how shitty the situation, he always seems to have a wisecrack, a smart aleck jab to make to either lighten the mood or to needle an opponent that isn’t used to having someone make light of the situation. Likes:
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ATTRIBUTES Strength: 2 Speed: 11 Constitution: 11 Endurance: 4 Intelligence: 2 MAGIC Magic Name: N/A Magic Element: N/A Magic Enhancement: N/A Magic Description: N/A HISTORY History: Born in his father’s country of Minstrel, Taiho was raised in a relatively normal lifestyle for one of his country. With a native father and a foreign mother who had named him, he was given relative freedom to explore and be himself. Of course he took up the family past time of shooting guns and being a vagrant, but life for the young lad was as normal as could be. Things never changed from this really, he was allowed to be a miscreant for as much as his parents wanted him to actually bother with his studies so that he could get into a rather good school, but Taiho himself had different plans. Taking up his father’s magic, the young lad would leave his home behind along with a group of his friends before whisking off to Fiore on a promise of adventure and a good time. These promises wouldn’t be held up for long as through misfortune and bad deals, one by one the merry band of misfits would drop off or die as their actions and escapades escalated into violence and disaster. This would continue until there were only three. Taiho, Ezekiel and Raphael. The three musketeers. The three oldest. The three founders. The three were like brothers, thicker than thieves and were family in all but blood. But it was this bond that led Taiho to being betrayed and abandoned with a debt and a bad name to his rep. And when he came too, the other two were gone. Now he roams the Fiore countryside. Working odd jobs to pay the bills and to seek out his ‘brothers’ for their crimes and their cut of their last score together. He wasn’t in a rush however. He would find them. And when he did. He would put a bullet in them. Just like he did their partners. Just like he did their friends. Just like he did their family. No one crossed Taiho and got to live the good life. Sometimes the road to hell was paved in blood. Reference: Myself |
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