Costache Mircea
Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 4:10 am
The Character Sheet:
Race: Human.
Physical Description:
6"00 and 197 lbs, muscular body. Has long, brown and curly hair, grey eyes, slight 8'o clock beard.

Possessions:
Long, black trenchcoat, along with a cloth hat and a dark grey scarf he uses to cover his face while "hunting". An iron dagger as small as his forearm, an iron crossbow, a wooden stake, two silver crosses, one he carries around his neck on a chain and another he keeps in his trenchcoat's pocket, a bag of wooden bolts with silver tips. Costache also always carries a clove of garlic in one of his pockets.
Powers or Strengths:
Courage: There's one thing Costache avoids more than the fangs of a beast; it is fear, though he can't completely run away from it, or even keep it away, he musters up and gives fear a slap to the face, by acting anyways. He thinks fear is a recipe for disaster when dealing with danger.
Determination: Once he starts a hunt and has enough reasons to believe he's hunting the right person/thing, it is extremely hard to convince him to stop, he will generally stop at nothing to get the job done, even if it required extreme conditions and sacrifices, heck, he would keep the hunt going on even if he was left with no arms and legs.
Logic: Costache has a logical mind, he can link clues together, squeeze information out of people just by chatting them up and putting everything together, he knows everybody leaves a clue of themselves everywhere they go and in everything they say, be it voluntary or not.
Good shot: When he focuses, Costache can either load his crossbow up to three times faster than usual, giving him an over the edge, but inaccurate shot every two seconds, or can take his sweet time to deliver an accurate shot.
Weaknesses and Flaws:
Courage: Costache's best strength, is far from being the most loyal, when courage turns into stupidity, when he's risking his life and the lives of others just to eliminate one small threat, the very thing that makes him a good fighter and saves lives, can be his undoing. Costache just doesn't know to live to fight another day, when somebody first told him that proverb, he calmly replied: "There's no time to live, only to fight."
Determination: Again, one of his best strengths proves to be one of his worst flaws, his inability to let go, to accept defeat, may put in risk hundreds of lives, including his, who would've thought need for accomplishment could have such a harmful and dangerous effect on someone.
Logic: When something inexplicable, supernatural, unsolvable, illogical happens, that's what really weakens Costache, the thought that something cannot be explained, that he can't analyse a situation to know best how to approach it, irritates him, distracts him from his objectives, makes him vulnerable.
Tiredness: Costache spends the night hunting, or looking for a hunt, and the days preparing for what's to come, setting up traps, planning his approaches, training.. The few hours he gets to sleep everyday are not enough to keep Costache in good shape, most of the time this can have negative impacts on him.
History:
"That night, that horrible night, I remember it as if it was yesterday, everything seemed so peaceful, so calm, the weather wasn't too bad, we were preparing for the usual evening meal. We thought we were safe, hidden away from all of this, I had never left our farm, I didn't even suspect things like those could lurk outside of our gates, I didn't even think something like that would even exist.
That night, when my sister didn't return from the farmhouse, I could have expected anything, anything but this. Mom and dad left me in the garden and went inside looking for her, I remember the screams that followed, the agonizing screams. I didn't know what was happening, didn't want to know, I ran as fast as I could, as far away as I could, I spent the night outside, in the cold, the dark, the unsafe. Heh, unsafe, funny name for a place that was at that moment, safer than my room.
When I got back the next morning, I had to witness the mutilated corpses of my family, I was 8! Can you imagine? 8! These beasts didn't care who they were hurting and killing, they just want their sweet blood.
That night, I swore, I swore to God that I will have my vengeance, and that I will do my best to keep these beasts from slaughtering another peaceful family. And I WILL have my vengeance, because nowadays it's the other way around, now, it is me who wants their blood, and it is me who is careless about which one of them I am hurting or killing, it is me who is merciless towards these.. Things. I am doing it for myself, I am doing it for my family, I am doing it for justice, in the name of God. I am sleepless so that others may sleep, I am hunting so that innocents are not hunted, but most importantly, this is a personal Vendetta."
Race: Human.
Physical Description:
6"00 and 197 lbs, muscular body. Has long, brown and curly hair, grey eyes, slight 8'o clock beard.

Possessions:
Long, black trenchcoat, along with a cloth hat and a dark grey scarf he uses to cover his face while "hunting". An iron dagger as small as his forearm, an iron crossbow, a wooden stake, two silver crosses, one he carries around his neck on a chain and another he keeps in his trenchcoat's pocket, a bag of wooden bolts with silver tips. Costache also always carries a clove of garlic in one of his pockets.
Powers or Strengths:
Courage: There's one thing Costache avoids more than the fangs of a beast; it is fear, though he can't completely run away from it, or even keep it away, he musters up and gives fear a slap to the face, by acting anyways. He thinks fear is a recipe for disaster when dealing with danger.
Determination: Once he starts a hunt and has enough reasons to believe he's hunting the right person/thing, it is extremely hard to convince him to stop, he will generally stop at nothing to get the job done, even if it required extreme conditions and sacrifices, heck, he would keep the hunt going on even if he was left with no arms and legs.
Logic: Costache has a logical mind, he can link clues together, squeeze information out of people just by chatting them up and putting everything together, he knows everybody leaves a clue of themselves everywhere they go and in everything they say, be it voluntary or not.
Good shot: When he focuses, Costache can either load his crossbow up to three times faster than usual, giving him an over the edge, but inaccurate shot every two seconds, or can take his sweet time to deliver an accurate shot.
Weaknesses and Flaws:
Courage: Costache's best strength, is far from being the most loyal, when courage turns into stupidity, when he's risking his life and the lives of others just to eliminate one small threat, the very thing that makes him a good fighter and saves lives, can be his undoing. Costache just doesn't know to live to fight another day, when somebody first told him that proverb, he calmly replied: "There's no time to live, only to fight."
Determination: Again, one of his best strengths proves to be one of his worst flaws, his inability to let go, to accept defeat, may put in risk hundreds of lives, including his, who would've thought need for accomplishment could have such a harmful and dangerous effect on someone.
Logic: When something inexplicable, supernatural, unsolvable, illogical happens, that's what really weakens Costache, the thought that something cannot be explained, that he can't analyse a situation to know best how to approach it, irritates him, distracts him from his objectives, makes him vulnerable.
Tiredness: Costache spends the night hunting, or looking for a hunt, and the days preparing for what's to come, setting up traps, planning his approaches, training.. The few hours he gets to sleep everyday are not enough to keep Costache in good shape, most of the time this can have negative impacts on him.
History:
"That night, that horrible night, I remember it as if it was yesterday, everything seemed so peaceful, so calm, the weather wasn't too bad, we were preparing for the usual evening meal. We thought we were safe, hidden away from all of this, I had never left our farm, I didn't even suspect things like those could lurk outside of our gates, I didn't even think something like that would even exist.
That night, when my sister didn't return from the farmhouse, I could have expected anything, anything but this. Mom and dad left me in the garden and went inside looking for her, I remember the screams that followed, the agonizing screams. I didn't know what was happening, didn't want to know, I ran as fast as I could, as far away as I could, I spent the night outside, in the cold, the dark, the unsafe. Heh, unsafe, funny name for a place that was at that moment, safer than my room.
When I got back the next morning, I had to witness the mutilated corpses of my family, I was 8! Can you imagine? 8! These beasts didn't care who they were hurting and killing, they just want their sweet blood.
That night, I swore, I swore to God that I will have my vengeance, and that I will do my best to keep these beasts from slaughtering another peaceful family. And I WILL have my vengeance, because nowadays it's the other way around, now, it is me who wants their blood, and it is me who is careless about which one of them I am hurting or killing, it is me who is merciless towards these.. Things. I am doing it for myself, I am doing it for my family, I am doing it for justice, in the name of God. I am sleepless so that others may sleep, I am hunting so that innocents are not hunted, but most importantly, this is a personal Vendetta."