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Keep in mind, this is for another game, and for a event on that game. It doesn't really reflect anything on Graal, but hey, thought it was a pretty good RP-ish thing. :o
Name : Argo
Crime : Multiple counts of First, and third degree manslaughter
Sentence : Maximum Security Prison ; life
Profile : The almost omniscient sighting of this [man] is certainty of death, more then likely caused by his childhood, and his becomence to this world. As a child, Argo lived in a peaceful town off the boarder of Niffelheim , a omnipotent hunting grounds for many of the towns men. As a child, he stayed at home with his mother, while his father and the men of the village hunted the numerous monsters boarding the village.. As Argo grew older, his obvious intrest in these monsters did.. one morning he boarded his fathers Peco, and rode it out to the town boarder, where the Men on Guard mistook him for his Father, fully clode in gear, it was a fatal misconception.
Upon exitting the town, the attempt to restore this land was noticed, peaceful monsters, such as Porings and Pupa were left to fertalize the land, it's barren desert-like soil sprawled out for miles, and a ominous dark cloud hung over what was to be named as Nifelheim. In a more curious then courageous way, Argo rode on-ward, the Peco's obvious concern with the area and the eminent danger was discerning for the young boy, let he forced the Peco on... after meer minutes, Argo had seen the fate of many hunters who had come out here to protect the town... the decaying bodies of some were ravaged by Kobold's, Dark Porings leeching off the flesh, and Snake Lords laying sight over the area, eyes darting through the thick fog unto Argo and his steed...
A premature yelp emitted the Peco, as it bucked and turned steer, running full speed towards the town, Argo's frame sifting the fog as he fell to the ground, a clank of armor and the polearm that struck his helmet was heard... Imediately, he was swarmed, beasts of manner Argo couldn't imagine, trembling within his suit of armor, inches too big for him, he looked through his visor, dirt sifting through the Iron Cain... his right arm crushed beneath himself, the armor folding like creases in meer cotton...
As he lie there, screams and shreeks were heard, Nagi's and Snake Lords crowding around him, stricking down upon his armor, piercing it slowly as the young boy laid, defiant of crying or screamming, he worked his way up, his left arm clasping the giant Polearm, meerly swinging it to back the pikes and tails that seeked his life.. stumbling backwards, his foot fond itself in a black goop, the shrill of the Poring heard, it's dark goop splitting in two as the foot fell between it.. Argo's vision turned to the Peco, off in the distance, now keen on returnning to the boy, Argo turned to run, but was quickly struck down by some manner of beast befront him.
The quick relization of his death ponded deep in his mind, crawling his way towards the peco, whom was kicking dirt behind it as it bent it's neck, beak shining prominently as a glimpse of the Sun caught it, the glimmer of a Sword caught as well, a perpetual gasp as Argo realized that was his father's Peco, and his Father's sword... as he reach'd out with his left arm, pressing himself up, he was met with a swift tail, broadenning a gap in his armor where a wound gored by the snake's spiney tail, tossed about the land like a ragdoll now, the warcry of the man was heard, near his son now as he whispered to the Peco, bravely jumping off, rolling forwards as he regained his track of flight, running towards the Snake Lord who deemed Argo his prey, as the Peco took a sharp turn towards the boy, flicking him up with his beak, turning and running back to the village... the bloodied boy screamming for his father as he watched the man fend off all manners of beast, a shreek heard as the sword entered, and exit'd the dead fiend..
His father turned, imediately being pierced by a Kobold's mace, the force knocking him down, and the Kobold's continuing their barrage of attacks upon the fallen man.. the perpetual sight, Argo witnessing it through his bloodied visor.. slowly drifting into a sleep, the Peco raced through the town gate, and stumbled infront the house... tumbling the boy onto the porch...
Part tew r a coming.. stupid 10k character limit. I pif at you. |