Dec 22, 2020 13:54:05 GMT -6
roman rosenberg
CHARACTER'S APPEARANCE
Roman is an average sized male with a slightly slim build. Having some muscle but seemingly letting himself go a bit. He has pale skin with pink undertones. Roman has an oval face shape. His neck, wrists, and ankles all have stitches circling the entirety of them. Roman has almond shaped green eyes with noticeable bags under them. His lips are thin and small, pink in color. He has red hair with a messy style and goes up to his neck in length. His nails are small and taken cared of, painted black usually too. His choice of wear consists of a white pushed-up sleeve jacket with a black w/white strips button up. He wears golden accessories and green pants to go with. His shoes consists of black dress shoes. CHARACTER'S PERSONALITY
CHARACTER'S ABILITIES UNDEAD MOSQUITO FORM | (ADVANCED) Roman is takes the form of a tiger mosquito with decaying features. As a result of the intense hate he had been feeling upon his death, his mosquito form looks extremely rotted and has quite the rancid smell. RAISE DEAD | (EXPERT) PESTILENCE | (MASTERED) PLAGUE | (ADVANCED) When in his undead animal form he releases a potent miasma of yellow fever. It will take 20 minutes for any signs of symptoms to arise and the longer you've been in the presence of his undead form the worse symptoms one might face. FAMINE | (NATURAL) CHARACTER'S HISTORY Like a sheep in a herd, he had followed after Zeredah. Susceptible to her words and the goals she had intended to carry out. Roman Rosenberg was a man who had turned a blind eye to the world and it's people he once associated with. A young lost soul who had been swept away by the words of a fear inducing female that had steadly been gaining and more power. In his moments of uncertainty had he been swept up by a force who had a lot more hidden to her cause than he initially had realized. He followed her orders faithfully, not batting an eye when he had to start slaying those who disagreed with her or her intentions. Innocent hands quickly became stained with the lives of many who were unjustly killed but Roman didn't bat an eye. He didn't question a thing for he believed he was doing the right thing. That those who opposed were on the wrong side and had only wanted to cause trouble. The time came where they had been pushed out and away. Roman did as expected and had followed after Zeredah. Becoming one of the many soldiers that would go on to join the Assembly of Phantoms. An organization created by her with the intent of spreading her vision. Roman had no longer been an innocent young teenager but an adult whose long accepted his actions as right. That in order to accomplish what was necessary he had no choice but to fight, to kill. Centuries go by and Roman still remained loyal to AP. Having served as a soldier throughout the entire time. Moving himself up the ranks and becoming a renowned fighter. The moment came where he could prove himself and Roman had taken it. Unknowing to him it was all an elaborate scheme for him to fail and be the bait the organization had needed. A deposable pawn who should feel honored that the group needed him in order to carry out this task. Hundreds of years down the drain when he had found himself surrounded in every direction by handfuls of TRS hunters. There was only so much of a fight he could put up and had been taken into custody. In disbelief of what was happening, he allowed himself to be taken in. To be interrogated and for him to silently deal with the rough tactics they engaged in in order to get any ounce of information out of him. Being burned, beaten... mental attacks... no matter how much pain he was in, Roman had suffered through it out with the small string of hope of if he survived this surely they'd come for him. They would take his silence and endurance of hell as a sign of his loyalty. His strength he showed for their sake but such dreams came burning down the day an AP raid happened on the building he had been located in. Roman in his extremely weakened state barely managed to catch whim of what had been going on. It was thanks to his cell broken into, flashes of familiar faces meeting his half-lidded gaze. Momentary joy washed over him for it only seconds later to be washed away when he hears words that would do nothing more but ignite rage within him. "He's still alive?" "...take care of him... he's as good as useless to us now anyways." His strength no longer stayed as the people who were meant to be on his side had brutally murdered him as they had the handful of guards they had to take care of to get into here. For a while had he lingered in purgatory. The anger of his betrayal running throughout him intensely. Roman had no intentions on coming back until something spoke to him. Words that already strongly existed with him had been spoke to him loud and clear. It was enough for him to rebirth as an undead, a lich beast in specific. He had one goal in mind and that was returning to where he came from. Becoming a member of TRS and swearing to singlehandedly slay each and every member of AP who had a hand in his demise. His feelings of hate only intensified more as a result of his species. Roman joined TRS under the agreement of spilling all of the information he knew. Slowly but surely had he told them all the hundreds of years of information he documented throughout his time in being AP. They allowed him to become a hunter and for a number of years had he fought on the field alongside them all. Though through various situations, the realization that he had been back alive. All of what he knew potentially being a risked; he was sought after and had no choice but step down. Roman refused to give up though and had proceeded another path within the ranks of TRS. Becoming a scout and going the full mile to gain a mentor who may properly teach him. With his efforts, he had become a off-field scout for unit three of TRS. He stayed under the wraps and in his own personal bubble. Gathering information through all kinds of means. It had only boosted his name within his unit but Roman rarely went out of his way to accept that praise. He has one goal and one goal alone; putting an end to the hell known as the Assembly of Phantoms. CHARACTER'S MISC
MISC INFORMATION - He has a very low alcohol tolerance - Likes consuming blood as a treat - Often speaks in low mumbles or grumbles, as if he's constantly speaking under his breath - Grits his teeth/grinds his teeth when irritated/frustrated | roleplayer info ☆ NAME zac ☆ TIMEZONE PST ☆ GENDER nonbinary ☆ AGE twenty-two ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS My Who’s Who ☆ FACE CLAIM PROMISE OF WIZARD, mithra ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO ZAC. DO NOT STEAL. |
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