Post by Froinel Belmond on Dec 30, 2009 9:00:33 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Froinel (Froyh-Nell) Judas Belmond
Nickname(s): Fry, Neil, Master
Age: 18
Place of Birth: America
Ethnicity: 1/2 American, 1/2 British
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 168 LBS.
Blood type: A positive
Hair Color: Black (Constantly dyed Silver)
Eye Color: Clear Blue
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Training, with his weaponry.
Talents: Mastery of several weapons, traps, and other skills.
Favorite things: Bloodshed.
Sports/Clubs None.
Mental Information
Personality: Froinel is a devious young man, of twisted and horrific self porportions. Due to his heritage, he has a tendancy to be brash, brutal, and blunt. All at once, if he must be. He is a very strong control freak, who, if things don't go his way, will force them to go his way. Froinel is very cocky, and hot blooded, making him very passionate about something he sets his eyes on. Once he wants it, he will stop at nothing to get it, giving him a bit of a selfish tone to his voice. His sarcasm drowns out all sense of seriousness, as nobody will take him seriously, unless they know that he's not joking around. But by then, it could be too late for them. He has a silver tongue, to go with all of his skill, though he does not boast about it, unless he's cornering the prey that he wants. He is crafty and cunning, but such is the nature of a WeaponsMaster. He has a bit of a soft side to some things, but he uses it only to manipulate people, or things, to his will.
Mentality: He is very possesive over everything that he has, keeping a close eye on everything close to him, making sure that it doesn't leave his sight.
Ideal: To be the best, the strongest, and the most deserving of his title.
Belief: "You are unworthy. That makes you mine."
Physical Information
Build:
Description: Froinel is slim, but muscular with his body type. Along with his height, and with many years of training under the mighty Masters, he has a naturally toned body. Boasting small, but trim arms, a set of trim legs, and a strong chest to boot. Froinel is a male in every way, and although he doesn't let his fists do the talking as much as his weaponry, he still has the ability to pack quite a punch, although everything else weighs him down. He's still working on that issue.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Froinel wears the ceremonial head gear of the WeaponsMasters. A multicolored headband that covers most of the left side of Froinel's head. This headband signifies that the student has passed the training, and has become a WeaponsMaster. Each cloth that has been stitched together to the bandanna has a different meaning for each of the WeaponsMasters, their specialities. With Froinel, his specialties are, the Spear, the Sword, the Dagger, and the Whip.
Shirts: Froinel has a tendancy to wear many different types of collared, button up shirts, as well as a few sweaters, and some t-shirts. As to go together with his distiguished look, however, when he is in his training hall, he has a specific, light-blue ceremonial chestplate he wears, to match his armor.
Pants: Froinel wears jeans often, and on some occasions, chords. During the ceremonial sessions of the WeaponsMasters clan, however, he must wear a pair of light blue legplates.
Shoes: Size 12 Mens.
Misc: Froinel has a tendancy to wear a shawl, even out in public, as it is made of light blue, velvet material. The shawl extends around his neck and flutters at his back, going only down to his hip area.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: The Art Of The WeaponsMaster.
Years Practiced: 12
Description of style: The Art of the WeaponsMasters is a secret technique that was taught only to those who were brave enough to Master the Seven Weapons of Man. The Sword, The Axe, The Dagger, The Whip, The Spear, The Fist, and The Bow. This Art was created long ago, when the British Empire was in a time of crisis, back in the 1700's, during the uprising of King Henry. Special soldiers were trained for this unit, to protect the king from the Spanish Conquistadors putting seige to their castle with ther warships. And every ten years the children would choose a wife or husband that they would bear their child for, and a child would be born from the practitioners and passed down the Arts of the WeaponsMaster. Years and years would be spent on training each of the weapons to perfection, as the children turned into warriors right from the get go. Eventually, the uprising ended, and the WeaponsMasters were no longer needed, even so, they continued to spawn and teach.
Nearly 300 years later, Froinel is one of the few WeaponsMasters left, still clinging to his heritage stronger than the rest. As the other WeaponsMasters began to either die out, to either each others fighting, for retribution of the fortunes that were left to their families for their services to British Royal house, or hanging up their weapons for good, forgetting they ever underwent the rigorous training that was known as the Art of The WeaponsMaster, tired of killing people and seeing bloodshed.
History Information
History: One of the few families that had served the Royal house, against the Spanish Inquisiton back in the 1700's. The Belmonds were a strong family, housing from the land of Walachia located in Europe. And the first family to be known for their prowess and skill on the battlefield. This would earn the seat of the Belmonds to the founding of the deadliest guilds ever to serve and protect His Majesty.
The WeaponsMasters.
WeaponsMasters; practictioners of the Sword, Axe, Fist, Whip, Spear, Dagger, and Bow. The deadliest of all of the military units that was kept top secret from even the captain of the British army himself. The Belmonds were one of the first families to start this Art, training each of their spawn, to fight for the Royal family as bodyguards. By day, they were normal people, normal guards, nobody could tell the difference, but on the battlefield, when you saw a warrior with each of these weapons attached to their armor, chances are you were probably already feathered in the head by a straight arrow, beheaded by a sword slash, cut in two from an axe swing, bleeding profusley from a stab wound in the jugular left to die, your intestines pouring out from a thrust wound, your limbs hacked off from a violent whip crack, or your face was all over the battlefield, bloody and beaten.
Indeed, the Art of the WeaponsMasters was a deadly legacy, one that was never put to rest properly, as they continued to spawn, even after their service was done. They were not about to be left down by the King, just for the use in some silly little war. And with that, the training continued, working year after year, the WeaponsMasters continued to spawn, and branch. Teaching the children the meaning of war, even after it was gone all the way to the present day.
Enter; Froinel Belmond. Born into the family of the Belmonds in the mordern day and age, it would be a sad time to see such a child with such good potential be wasted to his family ambitions and heratige. At the age of 6, Froinel began his training to become a WeaponsMaster. His parents would work him night and day, training him in the ways of the Weapons. Their servant, Evans, being a butler of sound age, would watch the training, overseeing the young Master become a diligent warrior. At some points, Froinel was happy, he had a family, and at others he would be sad, because he didn't. Froinel has always wanted a real family, but not one like this, one that constantly practices the meaning of these weapons. It all seemed pointless to him in the long run, why couldn't he have an innocent, normal family, like all of the other children?
As Froinel grew, he continued closer to his family goal, of Froinel becoming a WeaponsMaster. He worked hard, every day, making his family proud, until the one day, when his Mother and his Father had some visitors over for the day, Froinel was out with Evans, as Evans was the one picking out all of the young Master's things. He was only 15, his training almost complete, when he had come home that night to the Belmond Mansion, to a bloody mess, limbs, and blood everywhere in the training hall. His parents heads graffed onto the spears sitting in the middle of the room. Their own spears. This was the work of other WeaponsMasters, determined to end the bloodline.
From that moment on, Froinel began to understand the meaning of this fighting, the meaning of these weapons. They were meant to defend, to kill, to destroy, as from that moment on, Froinel shot the last two training arrows for his bow, finishing his training, right in between the eyes of each of his parents, a sick grin dawned on his face, as his eyes narrowed. He was officially now, a WeaponsMaster.
As the days went by, Froinel began to change, that sick grin dawned on him now more than ever, as he compeltely devoted himself to his training at the deep pit of the Belmond Mansion in Long Beach, California. He continued to train, and train with his weapons. The only people knowing of his existance, being his maids, and his servant, Evans. Evans, not being one to stand in the way of the WeaponsMaster, personally stitched together Froinel's bandanna, which he now wears everywhere, never taking it off, only to shower being the exception. Evans watched as Froinel became something different, the true spirit of the WeaponsMaster was beginning to shine from Froinel. He became a man to be feared, not bothering to socialize, or even take part in anything else other than his training. On the days that Froinel was out, he caused mayhem and havoc with his eyes, taking things that he deemed not worthy for the people who disgusted him so. He would destroy cars, tear clothes, make everyone miserable, hurt people, torture them by threatening loved ones, destroying houses and ultimately, making life hell for everyone.
And even though, Froinel continued all of these deplorable acts, he continued his schooling, walking amongst the posh children at his private school with that same sick grin on his face. Until one day, he'd had enough of all the disgusting laundering that was going around, rich kids, with their own slaves. They didn't deserve them, so one by one, Froinel tortured each one of them, making them his slaves for the day, giving them a nightmare for the rest of their lives, simply playing with their lives.. Until Froinel had just simply, one day, had enough. He'd left the school, without word or anything. And yet, he could not just stay at home.. No, that was not an option.
It was time to see, how worthy the Public High School children would be, of his presence.
Living Status Information
[/u]Name: Froinel (Froyh-Nell) Judas Belmond
Nickname(s): Fry, Neil, Master
Age: 18
Place of Birth: America
Ethnicity: 1/2 American, 1/2 British
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 168 LBS.
Blood type: A positive
Hair Color: Black (Constantly dyed Silver)
Eye Color: Clear Blue
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Training, with his weaponry.
Talents: Mastery of several weapons, traps, and other skills.
Favorite things: Bloodshed.
Sports/Clubs None.
Mental Information
Personality: Froinel is a devious young man, of twisted and horrific self porportions. Due to his heritage, he has a tendancy to be brash, brutal, and blunt. All at once, if he must be. He is a very strong control freak, who, if things don't go his way, will force them to go his way. Froinel is very cocky, and hot blooded, making him very passionate about something he sets his eyes on. Once he wants it, he will stop at nothing to get it, giving him a bit of a selfish tone to his voice. His sarcasm drowns out all sense of seriousness, as nobody will take him seriously, unless they know that he's not joking around. But by then, it could be too late for them. He has a silver tongue, to go with all of his skill, though he does not boast about it, unless he's cornering the prey that he wants. He is crafty and cunning, but such is the nature of a WeaponsMaster. He has a bit of a soft side to some things, but he uses it only to manipulate people, or things, to his will.
Mentality: He is very possesive over everything that he has, keeping a close eye on everything close to him, making sure that it doesn't leave his sight.
Ideal: To be the best, the strongest, and the most deserving of his title.
Belief: "You are unworthy. That makes you mine."
Physical Information
Build:
Description: Froinel is slim, but muscular with his body type. Along with his height, and with many years of training under the mighty Masters, he has a naturally toned body. Boasting small, but trim arms, a set of trim legs, and a strong chest to boot. Froinel is a male in every way, and although he doesn't let his fists do the talking as much as his weaponry, he still has the ability to pack quite a punch, although everything else weighs him down. He's still working on that issue.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Froinel wears the ceremonial head gear of the WeaponsMasters. A multicolored headband that covers most of the left side of Froinel's head. This headband signifies that the student has passed the training, and has become a WeaponsMaster. Each cloth that has been stitched together to the bandanna has a different meaning for each of the WeaponsMasters, their specialities. With Froinel, his specialties are, the Spear, the Sword, the Dagger, and the Whip.
Shirts: Froinel has a tendancy to wear many different types of collared, button up shirts, as well as a few sweaters, and some t-shirts. As to go together with his distiguished look, however, when he is in his training hall, he has a specific, light-blue ceremonial chestplate he wears, to match his armor.
Pants: Froinel wears jeans often, and on some occasions, chords. During the ceremonial sessions of the WeaponsMasters clan, however, he must wear a pair of light blue legplates.
Shoes: Size 12 Mens.
Misc: Froinel has a tendancy to wear a shawl, even out in public, as it is made of light blue, velvet material. The shawl extends around his neck and flutters at his back, going only down to his hip area.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: The Art Of The WeaponsMaster.
Years Practiced: 12
Description of style: The Art of the WeaponsMasters is a secret technique that was taught only to those who were brave enough to Master the Seven Weapons of Man. The Sword, The Axe, The Dagger, The Whip, The Spear, The Fist, and The Bow. This Art was created long ago, when the British Empire was in a time of crisis, back in the 1700's, during the uprising of King Henry. Special soldiers were trained for this unit, to protect the king from the Spanish Conquistadors putting seige to their castle with ther warships. And every ten years the children would choose a wife or husband that they would bear their child for, and a child would be born from the practitioners and passed down the Arts of the WeaponsMaster. Years and years would be spent on training each of the weapons to perfection, as the children turned into warriors right from the get go. Eventually, the uprising ended, and the WeaponsMasters were no longer needed, even so, they continued to spawn and teach.
Nearly 300 years later, Froinel is one of the few WeaponsMasters left, still clinging to his heritage stronger than the rest. As the other WeaponsMasters began to either die out, to either each others fighting, for retribution of the fortunes that were left to their families for their services to British Royal house, or hanging up their weapons for good, forgetting they ever underwent the rigorous training that was known as the Art of The WeaponsMaster, tired of killing people and seeing bloodshed.
History Information
History: One of the few families that had served the Royal house, against the Spanish Inquisiton back in the 1700's. The Belmonds were a strong family, housing from the land of Walachia located in Europe. And the first family to be known for their prowess and skill on the battlefield. This would earn the seat of the Belmonds to the founding of the deadliest guilds ever to serve and protect His Majesty.
The WeaponsMasters.
WeaponsMasters; practictioners of the Sword, Axe, Fist, Whip, Spear, Dagger, and Bow. The deadliest of all of the military units that was kept top secret from even the captain of the British army himself. The Belmonds were one of the first families to start this Art, training each of their spawn, to fight for the Royal family as bodyguards. By day, they were normal people, normal guards, nobody could tell the difference, but on the battlefield, when you saw a warrior with each of these weapons attached to their armor, chances are you were probably already feathered in the head by a straight arrow, beheaded by a sword slash, cut in two from an axe swing, bleeding profusley from a stab wound in the jugular left to die, your intestines pouring out from a thrust wound, your limbs hacked off from a violent whip crack, or your face was all over the battlefield, bloody and beaten.
Indeed, the Art of the WeaponsMasters was a deadly legacy, one that was never put to rest properly, as they continued to spawn, even after their service was done. They were not about to be left down by the King, just for the use in some silly little war. And with that, the training continued, working year after year, the WeaponsMasters continued to spawn, and branch. Teaching the children the meaning of war, even after it was gone all the way to the present day.
Enter; Froinel Belmond. Born into the family of the Belmonds in the mordern day and age, it would be a sad time to see such a child with such good potential be wasted to his family ambitions and heratige. At the age of 6, Froinel began his training to become a WeaponsMaster. His parents would work him night and day, training him in the ways of the Weapons. Their servant, Evans, being a butler of sound age, would watch the training, overseeing the young Master become a diligent warrior. At some points, Froinel was happy, he had a family, and at others he would be sad, because he didn't. Froinel has always wanted a real family, but not one like this, one that constantly practices the meaning of these weapons. It all seemed pointless to him in the long run, why couldn't he have an innocent, normal family, like all of the other children?
As Froinel grew, he continued closer to his family goal, of Froinel becoming a WeaponsMaster. He worked hard, every day, making his family proud, until the one day, when his Mother and his Father had some visitors over for the day, Froinel was out with Evans, as Evans was the one picking out all of the young Master's things. He was only 15, his training almost complete, when he had come home that night to the Belmond Mansion, to a bloody mess, limbs, and blood everywhere in the training hall. His parents heads graffed onto the spears sitting in the middle of the room. Their own spears. This was the work of other WeaponsMasters, determined to end the bloodline.
From that moment on, Froinel began to understand the meaning of this fighting, the meaning of these weapons. They were meant to defend, to kill, to destroy, as from that moment on, Froinel shot the last two training arrows for his bow, finishing his training, right in between the eyes of each of his parents, a sick grin dawned on his face, as his eyes narrowed. He was officially now, a WeaponsMaster.
As the days went by, Froinel began to change, that sick grin dawned on him now more than ever, as he compeltely devoted himself to his training at the deep pit of the Belmond Mansion in Long Beach, California. He continued to train, and train with his weapons. The only people knowing of his existance, being his maids, and his servant, Evans. Evans, not being one to stand in the way of the WeaponsMaster, personally stitched together Froinel's bandanna, which he now wears everywhere, never taking it off, only to shower being the exception. Evans watched as Froinel became something different, the true spirit of the WeaponsMaster was beginning to shine from Froinel. He became a man to be feared, not bothering to socialize, or even take part in anything else other than his training. On the days that Froinel was out, he caused mayhem and havoc with his eyes, taking things that he deemed not worthy for the people who disgusted him so. He would destroy cars, tear clothes, make everyone miserable, hurt people, torture them by threatening loved ones, destroying houses and ultimately, making life hell for everyone.
And even though, Froinel continued all of these deplorable acts, he continued his schooling, walking amongst the posh children at his private school with that same sick grin on his face. Until one day, he'd had enough of all the disgusting laundering that was going around, rich kids, with their own slaves. They didn't deserve them, so one by one, Froinel tortured each one of them, making them his slaves for the day, giving them a nightmare for the rest of their lives, simply playing with their lives.. Until Froinel had just simply, one day, had enough. He'd left the school, without word or anything. And yet, he could not just stay at home.. No, that was not an option.
It was time to see, how worthy the Public High School children would be, of his presence.
Living Status Information
Type of residence: Belmond Mansion
Roommates: Evans, 10 maids.
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: No, I don't want to dance with the cookie.
".. Who the hell, is forcing me to dance with a cookie?"[/center]
