Post by snow on Oct 4, 2006 0:47:50 GMT -5
Name:Nelo Mark
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Parents: Mary Anne and Magnus
Siblings: None
Appearance: A grizzled old man, Nelo has a white goatee and white hair in a mid-back length braid. He has a scar going over his dead left eye and is missing his left hand.
Personality: He's a bit short with anyone who treats him as anything other than their superior. He gets along well with most people though. With the supernatural, he has a very short temper and will kill without much warning if they begin anything in or around his cafe.
History(2+ paragraph): Nelo started as a hunter in his early twenties. He quickly became a name feared across the planet by anything not human. Wielding his custom shotgun, he killed thousands in his career.
He decided to retire once he hit fifty five and everything started getting much harder than it had previously been. He inherited a cafe from his cousin and decided to make it his new career.
Other:
Sample RP: Nelo finished making the coffee for his current customer. The nightlife in this city was big, and he got quite a few customers during the night shift. He wouldn't let his employees work the night shift, because there were always a few unwanted customers coming through each night.
As the customer took his coffee and left, a tall man in a white coat entered. The man was huge, and looked to be unhuman. Probably a werewolf. Nelo placed his hand on his trusty coachmaster shotgun beneath the counter and welcomed the customer.
"Yeah, I'll get a...uh...coffee with a bit of sugar." As Nelo made the order, he kept stealing glances at the wolf, wondering if he was gonna try anything. As the exchange of coffee and money was made, he was on edge, his old blood nearly at a boil over if there would be anything going on. He didn't leave the vicinity of the shotgun until the man left. As he walked out the door, he waved farewell.
"Guess that one was one of the good ones." He went back to work, cleaning the counter.
Did you sign the rules?: long ago
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Parents: Mary Anne and Magnus
Siblings: None
Appearance: A grizzled old man, Nelo has a white goatee and white hair in a mid-back length braid. He has a scar going over his dead left eye and is missing his left hand.
Personality: He's a bit short with anyone who treats him as anything other than their superior. He gets along well with most people though. With the supernatural, he has a very short temper and will kill without much warning if they begin anything in or around his cafe.
History(2+ paragraph): Nelo started as a hunter in his early twenties. He quickly became a name feared across the planet by anything not human. Wielding his custom shotgun, he killed thousands in his career.
He decided to retire once he hit fifty five and everything started getting much harder than it had previously been. He inherited a cafe from his cousin and decided to make it his new career.
Other:
Sample RP: Nelo finished making the coffee for his current customer. The nightlife in this city was big, and he got quite a few customers during the night shift. He wouldn't let his employees work the night shift, because there were always a few unwanted customers coming through each night.
As the customer took his coffee and left, a tall man in a white coat entered. The man was huge, and looked to be unhuman. Probably a werewolf. Nelo placed his hand on his trusty coachmaster shotgun beneath the counter and welcomed the customer.
"Yeah, I'll get a...uh...coffee with a bit of sugar." As Nelo made the order, he kept stealing glances at the wolf, wondering if he was gonna try anything. As the exchange of coffee and money was made, he was on edge, his old blood nearly at a boil over if there would be anything going on. He didn't leave the vicinity of the shotgun until the man left. As he walked out the door, he waved farewell.
"Guess that one was one of the good ones." He went back to work, cleaning the counter.
Did you sign the rules?: long ago
