Profile thingy...

Splke · #1 10-02-2004, 08:57 AM

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.

Splke · #2 10-02-2004, 08:58 AM

Weeks later, Argo awoke, screamming his father's name as he sprung up, imediately grabbing his stomach, where the wound had failed to heal completly, a wretched feeling of failure, guilt, and tears overcoming him... Mother quickly rushing in, she witnessed his son rolling off the bed, climbing to his feet and walking out the house.. tears clouding her eyes as she witnessed her boy leave, dragging the once Full Plate armor along with him.. colapsing onto the ground meer meters from his house of exhaustion.

It was no more then a week when Argo next awoken... the bell tolling as he awoke, this time to no pain, as the wound had closed over, stiching obvious.. his eyes peer'd to the bar'd window, looking outside as the BellMan pulled upon the rope, eyes darting to the main Gate, chaos rainning onto it as the Wooden Lock fell behind it, bracing it... a hunter falling from his perch in the tower, arrow protruding his head. His mother's footsteps loud as she ran into the room, warning her son, a mother's wish for his life to remain intact, a quick pull out of bed, rushing him to his father's Peco, who was clad in it's Honorary Steel, Face Mask, and body-armor clad, already packed with sword and Lance, armor packed upon the back.. she urged him forward, his hand slipping into the vice-like grip, holding the steed's reins... a quick kiss, a goodbye, and a mothers pleed to ride... his head leaned forward, as he kept confusion and compasion seperate, kicking the sides and rushing the Peco onward, the back gate already open for those escaping... the boys head turned as he exit'd the Gate, looking back upon the front gate's splintered form, a last sudden smashing ripped it open, monsters of all sort spewing through the gate as the town was set ablaze, the Peco making distance as it neared the town's boarder .. enterring the territory of Lutie, a wonderous snow filled land...

The boy failed to keep his eyes dry, holding in shouts of anger and pain as the Peco rode into the town, it's Honorary Armor letting them pass the gates.. the Peco riding up to a Inn, boy stumbling off, gasps and crowds helping him within, the Peco itself being fed and praised...

Upon a day of sleeping, Argo awoken, eyes red from crying, palms bleeding from nails digging in, heart black from the traumatic event... his Aunt Susan had been looking over him, and there he lived for years, honing his skills of Swordsmanship, hunting Sasquach's in the nearby forest, his hatred for monsters clear as he would come back to her house with thousands of Zeny worth of the monster's precious parts...

Eventually, this hatred took over Argo, years later, as he passed his father's skill in both sword and Lance, he had a trainning session with the towns Mayor, who enjoyed a hunt for a mythical monster, Hatii... they set out.. into the snow covered grounds, marching through the forest abroad Peco's, they talked little, nearing the nesting grounds of a Hatii, it's babies crying out from the cave... the Mayor stepped off his Peco, as did Argo, the Mayor unsuspecting any hatred or evil within Argo's heart, the Mayor walking forward, taking lead as they neared the cave, Argo's eyes darting to the Garm mother, who hid under the snow, near the cave.. he lowered himself, and hid behind a tree, a crude smirk appearing on his face as the Mayor continued forward, looking down into the cave at the babies, preparing to enter as the Garm shook itself off, spines sticking straight up as the Mayor's eyes caught it.. his body flung back as the garm rushed him, sending him through a tree, nearest Argo... the blood rushed from his internal injury, coughing it up as Argo crept backwards, ignoring the plee's for help, eyes set on the garm.. it's babies exitting the cave now, growls and barks emitted as their spines stood straight up, rushing the mayor and tearing his flesh, and limbs off.. their meal shreeking in terror and pain, calling out to Argo as he near'd his Peco, a psychotic grin curved up his lips... turning his peco, and the other back to town...

Upon enterring the town, he had gaven himself a wound to the arm, explainning to the villagers the Mayor and him were caught off guard, and he managed to escape... in lost hope, the villagers believed, no search party was issued as they put their trust in Argo's words... nobody knowing of his miss-deed...

Almost a year later, a lone hunter returned from the Garm cave, he said that many year old babies rest there without a mother, and a party of hunters were collected, Argo himself going with.. a coneiving smile curving his lips as they rode out, nearing the save they all stood, grouped and walking near the cave... Argo armed his lance, and with one swing managed to cut down two of the hunters, a shreek exitting their lips before the bodys laid , severed at the half... the Hunters turned, gasps and frightful screams filled the air, stumbling backwards, pleeding for him to stop, he rushed a group of two, managing to severe their bodies from their heads... the Garm mother standing from beneath her spot, the other two hunters had walked backwords right towards her, prey to her now.. they were both crushed in one blow, Argo's wicked laugh filled the air, dragging the bodies towards the year-old Garms, the children raising from their refuge to feast once again...

Argo hadn't near fulfilled his bloodlust, he returned to the town, slaughtering both the guards, the vision of his father being struke down clear in his mind as his hatred towards monsters fueled his crimes, the towns guards, after many were left wounded, and some dead, took custody of Argo... eventually, he was sent to Comodo, where he under-went trial, sentenced to Life in a Maximum security prison, just outside of Nifelheim... upon the night he was to be shipped out, the Peco who had carried him, as well as his Father suprised Argo, crushing the wall that held him within his cell.. a "wark-like" call emitted, as Argo jumped upon him.. fully clad, riding off into the night, un-noticed until early morning...

Since then, he has been issued a A ranking, of highest priority to the Comodo goverment, a fugitive to men, and a enemy of monsters... his undisclosed spot had been hidden, until now.

K, so, part 2 r teh fun. So, whatcha think? Don't base it off of what Argo used to be, this is like.. RO Argo , not omg 1337 Elven GK Argo. ;p