Post by malak on Feb 11, 2008 21:58:33 GMT -5
Name: Malak Osrik
Age: 22
Affiliation: The Ring Riders
Physical Appearance:
Malak has brown hair, he tries not to keep it to lengthy. His hair is a mess, thats the way he likes it and makes sure it stays that way. His skin is slightly tanned from his days outside, in the streets. He is strong, stronger than he appears. Muscles ripple along his body but none of them are eye-bulging huge. His eyes are a pale hazel, rarely showing his emotions.
Personality:
Malak isn't hard to get along with so long as your on his side. He doesn't take kindly to other gangs, escpecially the Black Hearts. When truly on his good side Malak would do anything to protect a friend. If ever his trust betrayed Malak would never let it down until that person's untimely death.
Malak can hold a grudge and often does. He will stop at nothing to get even or get his revenge. While befriending him isn't easy you'll be glad you did. Malak has a soft spot for females and hates himself for it.
Likes: The Opposite Sex, Fights, Hanging with Friends, Good Looking Cars, Pistols.
Dislikes: The Black Hearts, Losing a Fight, Other men flirting with 'his' woman, Love, His own Weakness.
Goals:
- Rising to the Top
- Eliminating the Black Hearts
- Live to see 25
Fears:
- Being unable to save someone he cares about
- Falling in Love
- The Ring Riders being wiped out
History:
Malak was born in the slums to a crack head of a mother. When he turned old enough he ran out on her, positive she'd never notice. Growing up on the streets was everything but easy, he was always being tested. When he was fifteen he got picked up by some Black Heart thugs, that never ends well. Lucky to escape with his life he swore a vendetta against them.
As he grew older and stronger he became reckless. Fueling his own personal war against the Black Hearts he'd take them on one at a time. Even after he took out 2/3 that had inflicted so much pain on him 15 years ago he kept killing them. Though for everyone he killed two more seemed to take its place. It was then he knew hat he'd have to side up with a side, luckily enough a new side had just arisen. They seemed to fit perfectly for him, the rest was history.
RP Sample:
Malak fumbled around in his pocket, extracting his lighter out. Lighting the cigarette that loosely hung from his lips he put away the lighter taking a long drag from the small death-stick. His lungs filled up with smoke, all his troubles almost vanished instantly. Leaning against the brick wall he closed his eyes taking in the cool night.
He opened his eyes to drunken voices wafting through the air. Deciding it was about time to leave he used a foot to kick off the wall but it was to late. The voices were shouting at him. Turning around he recognized the three immediately they were Black Hearts. He knew these three, they were trouble. Standing his ground all he did was watch as they drew closer.
They were so drunk he didn't understand a single word they mumbled. Turning to leave a hand grabbed his shoulder, this wasn't going to end well. Turning around he sent all his weight packed in a fist into the man's face. Malak has always been a good fighter and this was one of those instances. The drunken man fell back his nose bleeding violently.
Their friend being knocked on his ass must have sobered the other two up because almost immediatley the jumped on Malak. Putting up a struggle he elbowed one in the face but recieved a sharp kick to the side of the head. Already he felt the blood stream down his face as the real beating began. Punch after punch, kick after kick. Malak realized he was going to die. As he was about to let go of consciousness he heard more shouts, screams.
The three took off but nobody came... Whoever had scared the three away obviously didn't give a shit about him, enough to help him out anyway. He woke up the next day the same place as before. Surprised he hadn't been robbed he made his way to his usual hangout. Sitting down down he looked at his bruise covered body, wiping the dried blood off he drifted into sleep, hoping it would help.
Age: 22
Affiliation: The Ring Riders
Physical Appearance:
Malak has brown hair, he tries not to keep it to lengthy. His hair is a mess, thats the way he likes it and makes sure it stays that way. His skin is slightly tanned from his days outside, in the streets. He is strong, stronger than he appears. Muscles ripple along his body but none of them are eye-bulging huge. His eyes are a pale hazel, rarely showing his emotions.
Personality:
Malak isn't hard to get along with so long as your on his side. He doesn't take kindly to other gangs, escpecially the Black Hearts. When truly on his good side Malak would do anything to protect a friend. If ever his trust betrayed Malak would never let it down until that person's untimely death.
Malak can hold a grudge and often does. He will stop at nothing to get even or get his revenge. While befriending him isn't easy you'll be glad you did. Malak has a soft spot for females and hates himself for it.
Likes: The Opposite Sex, Fights, Hanging with Friends, Good Looking Cars, Pistols.
Dislikes: The Black Hearts, Losing a Fight, Other men flirting with 'his' woman, Love, His own Weakness.
Goals:
- Rising to the Top
- Eliminating the Black Hearts
- Live to see 25
Fears:
- Being unable to save someone he cares about
- Falling in Love
- The Ring Riders being wiped out
History:
Malak was born in the slums to a crack head of a mother. When he turned old enough he ran out on her, positive she'd never notice. Growing up on the streets was everything but easy, he was always being tested. When he was fifteen he got picked up by some Black Heart thugs, that never ends well. Lucky to escape with his life he swore a vendetta against them.
As he grew older and stronger he became reckless. Fueling his own personal war against the Black Hearts he'd take them on one at a time. Even after he took out 2/3 that had inflicted so much pain on him 15 years ago he kept killing them. Though for everyone he killed two more seemed to take its place. It was then he knew hat he'd have to side up with a side, luckily enough a new side had just arisen. They seemed to fit perfectly for him, the rest was history.
RP Sample:
Malak fumbled around in his pocket, extracting his lighter out. Lighting the cigarette that loosely hung from his lips he put away the lighter taking a long drag from the small death-stick. His lungs filled up with smoke, all his troubles almost vanished instantly. Leaning against the brick wall he closed his eyes taking in the cool night.
He opened his eyes to drunken voices wafting through the air. Deciding it was about time to leave he used a foot to kick off the wall but it was to late. The voices were shouting at him. Turning around he recognized the three immediately they were Black Hearts. He knew these three, they were trouble. Standing his ground all he did was watch as they drew closer.
They were so drunk he didn't understand a single word they mumbled. Turning to leave a hand grabbed his shoulder, this wasn't going to end well. Turning around he sent all his weight packed in a fist into the man's face. Malak has always been a good fighter and this was one of those instances. The drunken man fell back his nose bleeding violently.
Their friend being knocked on his ass must have sobered the other two up because almost immediatley the jumped on Malak. Putting up a struggle he elbowed one in the face but recieved a sharp kick to the side of the head. Already he felt the blood stream down his face as the real beating began. Punch after punch, kick after kick. Malak realized he was going to die. As he was about to let go of consciousness he heard more shouts, screams.
The three took off but nobody came... Whoever had scared the three away obviously didn't give a shit about him, enough to help him out anyway. He woke up the next day the same place as before. Surprised he hadn't been robbed he made his way to his usual hangout. Sitting down down he looked at his bruise covered body, wiping the dried blood off he drifted into sleep, hoping it would help.
