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|  | Balthier Carter
« Thread Started on Feb 23, 2008, 4:43pm » | |
Name: Balthier Carter
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Age: 28
Race: Human
Affinity: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: Wears a Kevlar woven long sleeved shirt over chain mail, with metal gauntlets covering his entire forearm. Kevlar jeans with metal spiked greaves on each shin, with steel-toed work boots. Short cut dark brown hair under a worn dark cowboy hat, with dark green eyes. Lightly tanned skin. Wields a cutlass and two Sig Sauer pistols, specially designed to be used with his gauntlets.
Power: As powerful as a human can be without being regarded to as superhuman. Excels at hand-to-hand combat preferring to pummel his enemies with punches and kicks rather then use his cutlass or pistols. He is especially adept at at using his surroundings to his advantage, such as using anything not bolted down as a weapon or using debris to blind his opponents. When he does use his cutlass he can swing it with enough power to launch powerful blast of wind a short distance.
Special Move: NA
History: Born to a poor rancher and his wife in an alternate reality, where the Sonoran desert was colonized by the Ottoman empire. All Americans farming or ranching in the disputed territories are always under constant persecution from Ottoman bandits. His parents were killed when he was 18 out at a nearby ranch visiting the rancher's daughter. When he returned home he found the ranch destroyed and his parents hanging from the tree in the front yard. After seeing his dead parents he fled back to the ranch he was at before only to find the same scene except the rancher's daughter was missing. Balthier moved to the nearest American town and this is where he collected all of his weapons, armor and training. By the age of 21 he had set out as a vigilante riding around the desert defending farms and ranches from bandits and outlaws of all nationalities. He quickly became one of the most wanted men by the Ottoman forces in the Sonoran desert, and by the age of 24 became the number one wanted criminal by the Ottoman forces. At the age of 26 he assassinated the Ottoman royalty that lived in the Sonoran desert, but spared one of the princes wife's. The young woman was the rancher's daughter, Balthier took her to her older brother's ranch to live. He proposed to the young woman a few days after he turned 27 and a month before she turned 26. Even after he married he continued to protect the American people living in the Sonoran desert.
Role Play Example: Balthier was ecstatic that the Ottoman guards were as stupid as they were. He had snuck all the way into the Ottoman's royal city, even into the palace grounds. Now all he had to do was continue sitting, continue waiting for the prince to show his damn mug so he could pound his face in. The good thing was he didn't have to sit around bored, he was able to watch the prince's many wives bathe. Except for one, she wasn't near any of the others nor did she look like an Ottoman she looked familiar to him. As Balthier waited he grew tired and yawned slightly and much to his demise he did it loud enough to attract the lone princess' attention, as she looked up in his direction he quickly but silently stood on the rafter engulfing himself fulling in the darkness. Regardless he felt as if her eyes met his and lingered for a few seconds, she shook her head slightly and returned to combing her hair. Balthier stood in a daze, he swore he felt his heart skip a beat when their eyes had met.
By the time he snapped out of the daze the prince had already begun bathing, what did snap him out of it was the prince's chastising of the lone princess.
"Girl I said get over here," the prince snapped.
The princess continued to comb her hair not even acknowledging the prince's words. The prince jumped from the bath and began shouting obscenities at the woman. Balthier decided it was time to finish what he came here for. He walked along the rafters until he placed himself directly in between the prince and the lone princess.
"Now you seem to forget what your duties as a... as my wife are," the prince said threateningly.
"You mean slave... your eminence," she said softly.
"Slave or wife... either way I still own you!" the prince roared as he raised his hand to hit her.
Balthier dropped from the rafters behind the prince and said, "Now you should know where I come from we don't hit women." Balthier grabbed the prince's raised arm and threw him back toward the bath, "So that means I can't hit you, your excellence!" he bowed deeply.
"GUARDS!" the prince shouted after the initial shock wore off.
The sound of guards could be heard outside the door. Balthier bolted to the door and blocked it with some bronze statues near the door, then he turned and said, "Now we don't want to ruin a perfectly good party... seems that there is at least enough women here for both of us."
"You will not touch any of my wives, you infidel!" the prince yelled as he reached for his sword.
Balthier drew his cutlass and replied, "I could not hold one of these beautiful young women lovingly but you are allowed to hit one out of anger?"
"YES YOU IDIOT THESE ARE MY WIVES!" the prince barked as he charged Balthier.
Balthier easily deflected the prince's sword, grabbed the his throat with his free hand and tossed the prince into a pillar. The prince quickly stood and charged Balthier again, this time the two had a short sword fight before Balthier drove his cutlass hilt deep into the prince's stomach. The prince fell to his knees as Balthier released him and withdrew his cutlass. Just as the prince opened his mouth to speak Balthier slit his throat and turned to face the prince's concubines only to find all of them to have drawn their own weapons except for the lone princess.
"Now ladies is that how you treat the man that just freed you from a life as some little punks concubine?" Balthier asked as he sheathed his cutlass.
"You will pay for killing the prince," one of the wives replied.
"Fine have it your way," Balthier shrugged and drew his pistols shooting each one square in the head, "SHAMMO! 18 ladies 18 rounds... now for the lone princess."
Balthier turned and faced the only other living person in the room as he holstered his pistols. She stared him in the eyes for a second then ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck, "Thank you so much!"
"Now that's what I was looking for!" Balthier laughed, "Now Missy let's get out of here."
Just as he finished talking the door almost got rammed in and the guards could be heard outside yelling. Balthier ran to the window with the lone princess. "Now listen here little lady, you are gonna wrap your arms around my neck and promise not to let go, understood?" Balthier said quickly.
"Whatever you say," the lone princess replied.
The princess wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, at that moment Balthier wrapped one arm around the princess, climbed out the window and swung down to the plaza on a banner. The landing was rough and while trying to protect the princess during the landing he dislocated his shoulder. The two silently made there way outside of the city to Balthier's horse.
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