Zeedus

The character's name is Giovanni Nicodemo, it was passed down to his grandson Kai Nicodemo. I had been playing Kai but left due to real life obligations. (My father had passed away) And Kai traded for the flame imp, having it installed into the ship for a source of power. I will be contacting you in-game. But I hope you change the lore a bit to fit "Giovanni" instead of "Zeedus FrostBlood"

[size="5"] Giovanni Nicodemo [/size] Nicknames: "The G" / Vulcan Age: 69 Gender: Male Race: Human Status: Living Giovanni wears a black leather suit with all sorts of pockets for his various tools he uses. He also keeps a belt looped around his waist which holds a variety of items including his swords sheath. Height: 5ft 7 1/2in Weight: 130LB Body Type: Small build Eyes: Right: Blue/grey Hair: Grey / black Skin: Pale Markings/Tattoos: Black Smith tattoo on his right arm, his family crest upon his back, scars upon his cheeks & face. Health: Slowly going crazy. Personality: GIovanni is a mad man at times but acts in a very grand-fatherly way to all creatures, including Orcs which has gotten him a small reputation with a small group. He has no qurrals with other races. Inventory: Vulcan (Custom longsword), Bag O'sand, Bag O'metal scraps, Bag O'oil, Bag O' meat scraps (Etc.), Turbine (Custom made crossbow), leather whip, hook & chain, throwing knives (Etc.) Further Details: [size="3"]Giovanni lives in style as a successful Engineer and blacksmith. He has been known to dabble into stone mason(ing) and various other odd jobs as hobbies.[/size] Alignment*: Chaotic Good Deity*: Vulcan, God of Smithing (Own creation, Personal God) Religion: N/A Alliance: N/A Job/Class: Works as a Blacksmith and part time Engineer. (Commoner, Noble in mind.) Title(s): "The Whale Climber" "The Great" Profession(s): Engineer, Blacksmith. Special Skill(s): Giovanni through his life time has been able to perceive things easier than others, he would be able to watch a crossbow bolt fly and judge the speed and trajectory in which it was going, using this and very complicated math Giovanni can look at a structure or design of a creation, and if possible will be able to reconstruct said creation (Albeit not an exactly replication). Giovanni has also trained himself to be nimble on his feat, able to carry his weight silently and move across roof tops without being seen. Flaw(s): Giovanni is old and frail and falls back on his tricks and speed to save him in times of encounters. [size="3"]To be announced at a later date.*[/size] Current Status: Arch-type: Sub-Type: Rank: Weakness(es): Strength(s): Current Spell(s): [size="3"]Weaponry[/size] Fighting Style: Thin-Blade flurry, "Vulcan Style" Trained Weapon: Bow,Crossbow,Thin Blade, Whip, Long sword. Favored Weapon: Thin Blade (Vulcan) Archery: Uses a crossbow designed by himself, a wooden mechanization is used to pull the string back and the bolt is placed in front of it, the crossbow itself can have 4-6 strings placed upon it to increase pressure (Depends om STR of character) the bolt is then fired out of the chamber, the wooden mechanization being sent to be caught, creating a large amount of recoil. Within the chamber a pierce of steel resides at the end, Gio has made specific bolts to catch aflame (flint-tipped bolts wrapped with cloth) While loosing it's armor piercing ability it gains a fire attribute. To be worked on Parents: Deceased Siblings: N/A Children: Deceased Extended Family: N/A Pet(s): Grey (An old dog) / Torus (A raven) -To be worked on at a later date- History Artwork

As the creator of this fine weapon I felt it was my job to make it very limited on capability while still presenting the possibility of a threat. This is an odd device in which the user must get in very close range to attack. However this device can also be used to set ones blade on fire in the heat of battle (If they have a jar of flamable liquid to pour onto it) Or so on and so forth. I think Vaclav put this up perfectly and made it in the image and direction I wanted it to go. +1 -Giovanni Nicodemo

The fresh smell of blood and grass swept through the nights air like a rose springing to life before the eyes of a young child. Tyrannous Viserys, last of his name rested in a cot within the tent he shared with Tance. His dreams were filled with the memories of watching his brother constantly surpass him in everything he attempted to do, a nightmare when he witnessed the ancestral blade "Red Grace" being passed down to Garland rather than himself. He awoke suddenly to the sound of commotion outside. He immediately stood and dressed himself in his rough-span leather. He left the tent and approached towards the gate, his boots shuffling against the grass, he felt a pull in his chest as a rumble came to his head, a sort of warning of what was to occur. The Viserys clan had long been cursed with a plague known as "The Blood-died Cough" a curse in which it rendered whomever contracted it useless and weak to the family and doomed to die an early grave. The tradition that the Viserys had created was to go down fighting even if they did find themselves part of this curse. He had learnt that his brother had contracted it and planned on going down fighting, explaining the symptoms and sending the blade to Tyrannous before his death. The unknown and at the same all too famous blade "Red Grace" was a blade forged generations before by what many people call the "First Visery" a blacksmith of the same name as was his had forged this blade and tempered it in the blade of his first born child. Though the story does not end there, the blade had also been fed the blood of the wife of the smith, leaving the second son left to carry the burden of the sword after the smith had passed on. And so it had been a tradition that the second son take on the burden of keeper of the blessed blade, said to be able to cut a man clean in half. The runes within the blade were said to hold the blood of the ancestors and gave the blade a magical power to sing as it was swung depending on the swing and how the warrior felt during the combat. If the blade was every to dull the wielder must reforge the blade and Tyrannous now held that blade in his hand after his elder brother, the first son had passed away due to the plight of the plague that he now felt tingling in his chest. Tye approached the gate and looked outwards and what he saw only caused his heart to race even faster, causing his blood to begin pumping at such a fast pace that it could only be described as "Blood Lust" he saw his mentor and friend, Tance holding some poor boy against his body and pressing a knife to his throat. A million ideas rushed through Tye's head at once and when Tance turned towards him and screamed, he heard the very shrill in Tance's voice.. was he scared..? Was he confused...? Or was he in a rage..?The only truth was that three armed brothers stood on the other side of his own. Tance, the dubbed "Lost Brother" by Tye himself. He had always searched for someone whom would treat him on an equal field, and Tance was that. Garland had always told Tye he was a weakling and could never live up to the legend placed on his name. But Garland was dead, and Tyrannous still lived. The events that took placed happened quickly, the words that the men spoke only flew over Tye's head like worthless pieces of paper. His eyes focused on each individual as if trying to read what was going on without hearing the words... the only thing in his ears was the systematic pumping of his heartbeat as it increased and pulsed harder into his chest. He felt it coming he was going to be rendered useless by the same curse that had done away his brother. He heard Tance's words, they had taken away his weapon and shield, in other means it would be nothing, however by Tance's words they were obviously all his brother had left in this realm to live for, without thinking of it he turned towards the commanding officer "Starke" and commanded he give him his weapons, quoting his own family motto "A northerner goes down with a blade in hand." Starke spoke the location within his own tent and Tyrannous quickly moved to retrieve the items, holding his chest as he moved across the field, he just needed to live a little longer, just a little longer to save his friend. Tyrannous said a silent prayer as he took up a second bastard sword and sheathed it on his waist, picking up Tance's axe and shield and bringing it back to the gate, raising it just in time for the bridge to collapse and the boy's life blood to spill freely into the rapids below. Tyrannous didn't have time to think, he threw the axe and shield into the rapids, hoping they would reach Tance by the time he hit shore, and rushed down the side of the bank as quick as his build could carry him, causing his heart to beat even faster and his lungs to stress harder as he made his way to the bank. He saw Tance then, already up and running and cursed picking up the shield and throwing it towards him, trying to get it to him by screaming out his name "Tance!" Tance had either not heard him, or had not cared for he just continued running. The other "Brothers" made their way across the river one by one until Starke was now standing in front of Tyrannous. He stood there, like a road block. And roared out as he drew the bastard sword from it's sheath and threw it with all his might towards him as he charged. He parried it carelessly, as Tyrannous had guessed and moved towards him. They spoke, if only for a moment before the squire had gotten around Tye and stabbed him through the back of the knee, taking him effortlessly to the ground. His body ached and his heart thudded against his chest and thundered in his ears. He stared at Starke, defiantly and began his speech "Ye.. promised 'im a 'ead days start ye bloody Cravens!" he roared in anger as his heart thundered only more into his ears. A cold wind blew across bank of the river, the tall grass swaying and bending effortlessly and carelessly with the breeze as they tune of the song had quickly changed, the smell of blood now thick in the air. Tyrannous now half-knelled before Starke, forced into this position by the blade that pinned him to the ground. "Do ye know what treason you've committed Tye?" Starke spoke in a very distasteful voice, emotionless as always in the gaze he gave. "I asked all ye wanted of me... I protected a brother when his own brothers attacked he..." he stared defiantly at Starke as the squire removed "Red Grace" from Tye's waist, dragging it with his scrawny arms towards Starke, he could tell that he had confused him slightly with what he had said, but as always those emotionless eyes showed no mercy nor anger. Tye felt his chest begin to heave, his heart convulsing, now becoming a booming drum over the rest of the world he could no longer hear Starke nor the boy, he couldn't even recall what was being said. The last thing he heard was the long, sad wail of the blade "Red Grace" coming down from the sky to take the last of it's cursed wielder's to a better land. He spoke before the blade had hit him "I guess, I wasn't as strong as you.. brother.." The runes that were once filled with sound and wind was now filled with the thick red blood of Tyrannous Viserys, the last of his name. The soul of the last wielder was now free of the pain of the world. The world engulfed by War, Chaos, life, love, and Death.

-Tyrannous steps up to the board where various bounties had been placed over the past year, and something caught his eye.. A flyer was pinned to the board, seeking soldiers and bodies, his brown cloak wrapped around his large body as he read the forum out to himself in a very drunk-like manner, a strange accent twisting every word he said into some sort of song. He frowned a bit at the contract and lifted one of his large, gnarly hands to grab it from the board, ripping it off with a single movement. Over the passed year he had been using the refuge of a dank cave far to the east for shelter, no longer. He was returning to the north, where he and his brother had long since ventured from. Tyrannous made his way to the local Inn on the side of the road, his large form squeezing in through the door frame. On his back he wore the sword his brother had used in life "Red Grace" he placed said sword on the chair a cross from him, keeping it within it's leather and wooden sheath as he placed the paper on the table and took the carving knife. Ink was too expensive for him. He brought the knife to his thumb and dug it in until it drew blood before going on with the signing.- -The note is written with blood- Minecraft Name: (ZeedusFrostBlood) Character name: Tyrannous -The last name appears to be smeared- Char Bio (one or two paragraphs): Tyrannous was the younger brother of Garland Verseries, forever within his shadow as his brother grew in both their mother and father's eyes. He always aspired to be better than his brother, but could never quite comprehend how to do it; no matter what he did his brother was still faster and stronger than he. That was, until the fateful day that they both had departed from the far north, from their home village. Garland and Tyrannous had been separated during a large storm when their ship had been swallowed by the sea. Garland had arrived near some sort of city while his younger brother Tyrannous was washed upon a beach in what was a scorching hot desert. While his brother was off playing as a guard and becomming old and rusty, Tyrannous practiced his skills within the desert, coming in counter with random Orc's along his travels and learning from those that could teach. For awhile, he felt as if he were one of them. Then, Garland's owl came flying overheard.. a giant white bird with elegant wings that glowed in the sunlight, it bared a message; he was planning on killing himself. Tyrannous raced towards the direction the owl had came from, but by the time he had reached the area; it was too late. Tyrannous found his brother's sword within his study in the Shield's base and took it for his own, the sword forged of the blood of their ancestors, Red Grace. For a long time after that Tyrannous stayed within proximity of the city, though only entering when the rations were being handed out. He stayed away from conflict as much as possible, though he observed various encounters and battles and learnt from them, absorbing the enemies cunning each time. Thinking of the ways he would run things if he were king. He had once been a knight of his homeland, now he was nothing less than a sell-sword, a bodyguard for anyone with the coin to pay for him. No one died, no one that deserved not to. The day came that the boats set sail, he took up refuge among the villagers of the Elven villages, hiding among the gathered populace, keeping his head low and his hood up, forever remaining in the dark recesses of the boat's interior. His only friend was the raven that kept him company when he was on spotter duty. He felt he was going to go mad if things kept up the way they were. Blood thirst began to get the better of him, and in the silence of one night.. he slashed the throat of a young boy whom had touched his sword. The crime was never found out, though people had their suspicions of him. Time rolled on, more people died and then, the fated day arrived. "Land ho!" the male voice rang out, people began filing out of the ship faster than Tyrannous's eyes could comprehend, and all too soon. He was alone again, with only his thoughts.. And the raven. From the road onward he made his way as a sell-sword, living within the dank dwelling of a dark cave and eating only what he could forage. That was, until now. Char military history: -This spot is blank- Reason for joining: Home. Timezone: ( US Pacific Standard ) Referees to your app (people willing to support the information given if asked by Minea): (Garrett) Time on Server: (Since last August? MATH IS HARD!) Skype Name: ( Zeedus1 ) Pledge of Loyalty: I Tyrannous hereby swear loyalty to the Ildician knights on my blood, and on the blood of my ancestors. Should my sword spill the blood of an innocent man, my life will be at the command of my leader. I from here-on swear my fealty to the Ildician knights. -A large glob of blood is on the bottom of this paper, as if the creature whom had did it had attempted at a signature- -Tyrannous sighs quietly as he rolls the paper up and binds it with a small bit of twine, leaking a bit of blood onto the back of the page. He holds it up in his left hand and through the opened window on the cold night's wind his Raven leaps forward and snatches it within his claws. With eyes closed a smile begins to form on Tyrannous's lips. He speaks in that dark voice of his that seemed to echo over the gasps of the patrons.- "This should be fun" -The raven lets out a shriek as it turns and flies back out the way it had come, soaring through the night's sky, a black shadow on a black canvas, making it's way towards the home of the Ildician knights.-