Quincy Template
Name: Koleri Leon Schole
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian (French and German)
Birthplace: Provence, France
Occupation: Mercenary
Height: 5'9
Weight: 157
Appearance:
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Personality: Being trained to kill makes him calm in stressful situations. He tries to have a sense of humor, but no one laughs. He can be pretty stiff at times. His favorite pastime is cooking he like the different foods he finds in different areas. Since he only knows how to fight he sometimes seeks battle. The cool head he usually shows is forgotten in the heat of battle.
Special Characteristics: Koleri has training with many weapons. He has a large stash of money from his days working with crimebosses.
Stats:
Spirit Power: 20
Speed: 20
Technique: 10
Fighting Skill: 15
(+5 speed @ Rank 1)
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He carryes the small triangle on him at all times. It is the symbole of the Illuminati. It's about the size of Ichigos badge. He has a basic blue bow.
History: Not all quincy were honorable warriors, there were some that were exiled for using their powers for personal gain. With luck these outcast avoided the horrific massacre from the shinigami. Instead they went underground. They used their abilites for the highest bidders, soliders with supernatural powers. Excellent fighters and the perfect assassins. Koleri was born into this group. From a young age he was taught. They trained their childern in the art of war. And when their bodies were ready they enriched their minds. Finally they were taught to harness the power that was all around them. They became quincies, but they used their skills for money. Trained to better their abilities against each other and their enemies. The only loyalty they had is to each other and their group; the Illuminati. Koleri was one of the many from their group released upon the world. Born in France, but raised all across the world. He and others in his group learned to adapt to different enviroments and climates. They had to be ready for anything. When the time came they were thrust into the world to learn for themselves. Always to be ready to heed the call of their masters. Most of them lived homeless, Koleri worked his way into a mafia ring. Years later he would leave it by force.
Role Playing Sample: The man got out of the car and looked down the block. There wasn't anyone on the dark street, but he felt eyes on him. Something was there. His heart beat faster in his chest and he drew his coat closer to hijm. Nothing is there he said to himself. Nothing is there. He dug into his pocket and felt the cold revolver. Nothing is there. He took a deep breath and stepped into the alley. Each foot step sounded louderd than it should be as he walked in the dark alley. He barely noticed that he was holding his breath. Nohting is there. Nothing is there. He kept telling himself as he felt a chill work it's way up his spine. Even though he saw nothing he felt something was just behind him. Something was watching and waiting. Waiting for what? He wasn't sure. He could only clutch his gun tighter like a good luck charm. A small light came through the window ahead of him. The light comforted him. His fingers clutched the gun tighter as his heart skipped a beat. The next moment the light vanished and the alley was returned to darkness.