Post by Squee on Jan 24, 2010 23:24:01 GMT -5
“I’ve never killed a man, but I’d sure as hell kill one for my family.”
Name: Daniel Tobias
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 6’0’’
Weight:
Birth place: Dantooine
Appearance:
The typical sixteen years old of teenage body. His hands are large for his body. Feet are also ahead of the rest of his body. His limbs are longs, especially his arms, in comparison to his torso. He’s a tall, slim boy of sorts and will remain so until after his teenage years, where it is expected that he’ll broaden at the shoulders during his twenties. He does happen to be a little awkward, but with time he will grow out of it.
He has the browned shades of a farmer. Daniel’s head sprouts chocolate brown, slightly waved hair that matches the just as dark eyes. It is apparent that his nose has been broke one or two times; there’s a small crook where his nose didn’t quite set back correctly. To make up for it, he does smile with a mouth of near perfectly lined teeth. High cheekbones and a narrowed chin also support his youth, with a surprising appearance of healthy baby looking skin. Daniel had always gotten rather annoyed at his face, which had given the impression of someone younger than sixteen.
Recently he has earned first-degree and second-degree burns on the left side of his face and right hand.
Occupation: Farmer / DLA
Bio:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 4
Roleplay Sample: ((I think it's more novel sample.))
“No… NO! That’s… It’s… This isn’t…Can’t… no…” He simply gasped out the words. He couldn’t string sentences or speak words longer than five letters. He felt lop-sided and his head suddenly heavy, feeling as if he would topple over any given second.
Aghast as he was, he almost dropped Apache, his wounded male canine companion. By his side Maya and Noble had smelled the smoke and noticed the danger it meant. Noble, the youngest at a year old, whimpered faintly. The young dog’s ears were back and he panted, nervously salivating with drool hanging off his jowls and dripping onto the grassy ground. Maya, elderly and more controlled, and she lowered herself onto her hindquarters. Her mouth was shut, but her nose was twitching. Her big brown eyes would look up at Daniel, waiting for his command or signal that she could race forward to the scene. Apache seemed the least concern, but as Daniel came around by hearing Noble’s quickening pants and scared whines, he reckoned it was because the dog was half conscious.
The brown and black furred, thickly muscled dog had gotten on the wrong paw with a kath hound. Apache had aggravated and provoked the bigger hound into attacking. The two broke out into a brawl before Daniel’s eyes when he had turned back to see what the noisy nonsense was about. For fear of losing his second closest pet, he had shot the kath hound. Mum wasn’t going to be happy, but Daniel loved Apache too much to lose him. Apache sustained deep gashes on his shoulders and neck, and his front leg was twisted awkwardly.
After Daniel had tied his jacket around the most worrying wounds, he hefted the stocky canine and whistled for Maya and Noble to follow along. He had cut off his hunt short to return his dog to the farm, something his father wouldn’t be proud of. Daniel would have to prevent his dad from putting a bullet through Apache’s head, but he’d take the abuse and promise to look after Apache until he got better. And trekking across the plains, Daniel mulled around in his head the exact words to say to his parents. This led into a side bar of how much he disliked some qualities in his parents, which stewed a long boiling vegetable soup of anger in Daniel. How could they be this and that, and why did they do this and that… that was what filled his mind.
Now, staring just downhill at his ruined and burning farmhouse, he had to swallow the fear that his parents could be gone. He may be angry at them a lot lately, but he didn’t hate them. For Force’s sake! if they didn’t, why would they try to raise him? It wasn’t just his farmhouse burning, but it was his two uncle’s homes nearby as well. Not far from there was the doc’s home, which didn’t seem in present danger. Garen’s home seemed untouched, but it was so close to Daniel’s that even Daniel didn’t think it was simply left alone.
And he could hear shouts and screams. The recently erected home of a neighbor not far was also burning, and that brought a great fear to Daniel. As a high pitched shriek splintered his ears, Daniel felt his blood run cold and his body racked with shudders as it grew numb.
“Melissa,” he uttered quietly.
In a blink, the teenage boy was spurred into action. Two paces back, he turned and knelt to a knee, gently resting a now unconscious Apache on the ground. He ran gentle fingers behind the perked ear of the wounded dog, then sat up and called Noble. The white and black dog was pacing in a circle until Daniel called him. He ran up to his handler, head down and whimpering. Daniel grabbed him roughly by the thick skin and fur around Noble’s neck, bringing the dog’s big head up to look him straight in the round ice blue eyes.
“Stay,” he commanded Noble. Then Daniel released the young dog and stood quickly, giving a quick clicking sound to Maya as he bolted downhill. The small mostly black body followed at his heels. If anyone was going to follow and stick to him like glue, it would be Maya. She had been his dog for the past six years. He had trained her, he had played with her, had fed her, had bred her (which is how he got Apache), and in return for his care, Maya would be loyal to Daniel and only Daniel. She was his dog alone. There was no other dog Daniel would want with him but her.
Night was approaching fast. The fading sun was replaced with the brilliant fires that roared up to two stories in the air. Daniel slid to a stop at the bottom of the hill, dropping to the ground beside a large empty pen usually used to contain bols. Garen’s family’s barn was a hundred meters away cutting across the pen, which would bring him closer to his best friend’s house. On the other side of Garen’s house was Melissa’s home. That was his destination.
At the moment, though, Daniel couldn’t bring himself to move. His breathing was far too irregular, coming to the brink of hyperventilation, and spilled loudly from his mouth. His arms trembled not from holding him a couple of inches off the ground but because of the adrenaline and fear running amok in his body. It felt as if his heart would drop from his chest.
Maya however looked perfectly calm and serious. She crouched, head end to his head, in front of him. Her tail did not move and her hackles were raised. Her eyes looked runny and her nose had dried up. “All right, Maya. Here we go.” He dropped his chest to the ground and slid under the fence while Maya went in between two horizontal bars. With another wild eyed glance around, Daniel sprang to his feet and raced the hundred meters to the side of the Turrynta’s barn.
He nearly had a panic attack halfway as he realized there were people milling about on the other side of the barn. They were lingering on the “busier” side of the farmhouses, holding weapons. That was about all that Daniel saw before he pressed himself against the wall of the barn. The side Daniel was on was the “less busy” side. Meaning this side faced open wilderness. The busier side faced another farmhouse or the center “road” established down the middle of the village. By now, Daniel was hyperventilating and doing what he could to control it. He was absolutely terrified. Maya crouched at his feet, head barely peering around the corner, her black ears up.
Daniel moved, walking around the back of the barn and took five bounding leaps to bring him behind Garen Turrynta’s home, which was still not on fire. With his right shoulder almost touching the house, he stumbled around the curve of the home, ordering Maya to escort him. She had positioned herself between his legs, crawling forward at his pace. She was panting now. He could feel her ribs press against the inside of his legs when she breathed in. Her presence was a comfort to him when Daniel felt he was going to be sick with mixture of rampaging horror, terror, and adrenaline.
He paused by the bulge in the wall of the home, resembling the outside of the larger room in Garen’s home. Daniel crouched in the corner, behind one of the many bushes Garen’s mom had planted around the outside of her home. If everyone was okay after all this, Daniel hoped Mrs. Turrynta wouldn’t be too angry at him for trampling her bushes. Maya still crouched under him and Daniel rested a hand on her shoulder.
Her panting was quieter than his breathing. Though there wasn’t much purpose in fretting over breathing. Stuff was shattering and there was much shouting and screaming going on. Animals bawled and Daniel could hear the house across the “road” groan as the flames weakened it. Everything smelled of smoke.
Daniel had shuffled his was to the rounded edge of the bulge, spying out on the mayhem. The smoke had reached his eyes and they were already running, but what he saw made him want to weep. This village was made from many hands. Several large and extended families made up his village population. There were bodies in the road. He saw at least three and recognized them as some of the elderly bodies. Poor weakened bones in a mangled heap. In the direction further than Melissa’s burning home, he could see limp bodies being dragged rudely and one woman was being led his direction by her hair.
A large WUMP above his head startled him into falling back on his backside. His chin jerked up to look at the source and his breath caught in his throat. A young woman’s face stared at him with surprised eyes. She looked over her shoulder and then banged on the glass.
“Run, Daniel, RUN!”
“Melissa!” he said in surprise, scrambling to his feet and pressing his palms to the glass.
“Run!”
Her dress was torn and a sleeve was falling off her shoulder. Her lip was fat and bloodied. Her hair was a mess. She had a scrape across her forehead, and he now realized her bare shoulder was also bleeding.
In the middle of everything, Daniel was beginning to feel anger.
“Stand back!” he called to her. By his knee, Maya let out a frightful growl, her ears slicking backward as she stepped a little further away from Daniel. His rifle was still slung over his shoulder for some reason unbeknownst to him. As he swung it around his shoulder and braced it in his hands to shatter the glass, a bulky arm snapped her around the waist. A large shadowy figure had appeared from behind her.
“Get out!” she shrieked one last time before an enormous hand clamped down over her mouth, spinning her to the side. The hulking figure gave Daniel a grin, jerking his chin forward just before Daniel felt heavy hands grasp and yank him backwards by the shirt. He choked a moment and thrashed, releasing his rifle in the process. As soon as he was yanked back he was thrown clear left, as if he was nothing but a rag doll. The breath was forced from his lungs as he crashed to the ground. He gasped and rolled, trying to come to his feet, looking at his attacker who was another huge figure that must’ve been the twin to the one in the house.
He caught a glimpse to his left as he rose to his feet. Maya had leapt and stunk her teeth into the arm of another person. She was leaning down and tugging, making her victim squeal in pain. The large figure was upon Daniel by then.
“You see what happens when your daddies decide to play games with us?” Daniel let himself stagger, allowing the giant to grab him by the collar. The teenager stared defiantly into the enormous man’s face. “You shoulda stayed up there on that hill and taken your chances at runnin’. Too late now.” The house behind the giant erupted into flames as a deafening boom quaked.
“I don’t know about that.” Daniel snarled back, fueled by anger at what these thugs had done to Melissa, done to his home. His right hand had sneaked behind to his back, where he kept his knife. This man’s face was similar to the one in the window, the one that had grabbed Melissa. It multiplied the rage Daniel felt, and he had a sliver of thought that told him to treat these people for what they were.
“Animal.” He pulled the knife from it’s sheathe and rammed it into the giant’s abdomen, whose eyes widened in shock. Daniel pushed it across the giant’s abdomen, even after the hands holding him had let go. It swung free in the air coming out the other side, and Daniel leapt away, trembling again, as guts fell loose. A sharp yelp pierced his ear drum, and Daniel turned with a snarl at whoever had just hurt Maya. Then the sound of a slug gun cracked the near air.
Maya slumped over.
And the world around Daniel completely shattered.
“Maya!” Another set of hands were upon him, grabbing his knife hand and twisting it up behind him. Daniel went on his tiptoes, back arching to avoid the pain that was inevitable. He was driven forward and slammed into the wall of the house. A wall which was on fire. Immediately Daniel screamed and howled as flames licked hot tongues over the left side of his face. His heels dug in and he braced his right hand against the wall, shoving back, the wall giving away, weakened from the explosives that had set it aflame. His left shoulder gave an almighty, sickening crunch. It had dislocated and the back of Daniel’s head exploded as it made mince meat out of the thug’s nose. His body weight went backwards, and the startled attacker spluttered as blood flowed out of his nose.
“You little bastard!” gasped the gang man.
“Maya!” Daniel called out again, seeing the small black form in a glistening puddle. “Maya come here!”
“Keep that Kath-mutt alive, Renz!” another voice rose up. “Yuhu is gonna wan’ him as a punchin’ bag for what he jus’ did ta Orion!”
“Maya!” Daniel croaked, his vision tunneling off. His shoulder was in excruciating pain and his face, neck, and hand burned. There were flames eating away at his clothes. “Maya! Come here, girl! Come here!”
“Oh shuddap already.” Something clapped around Daniel’s head and all lights instantly went out.
