Genral information.

Full Name: Ambrose Randolf Blackwood

Nickname: Old Black.

Race: Human(?)

Gender:Male

Blood type: A+

Orientation: A-sexual, Possibly heterosexual.

Age: 25

D.O.B: 7080 A.F.W, September 13th.

Name meaning: Abrose is the latin word for old. His last name means exactly what it is, Black wood.

Occupation: A peddler of scavenged goods and wares. if that is not enough to move him from A to B, he will take odd jobs of any kind.


Apperance

Height: 6'0

Weight and body structure: 175, his upper body is a perfect of male masculinity. But he is not muscle bound, merely healthy.His waist perfectly aline with his sides, makeing streamline for his legs. If he stands with his his at the shoulders, its 90 degree angle straight down.

Tattoos, Piercings, Scars: Under his left cheek bone there is a double dagger tattoo ,‡, a sign of his birth. The only other mark on his body, beyond the whip marks and battle scars across his back is the one O shape scar in his left hand. This mark was left by his late father, as punishment.

Hair length and color: To the center of his neck. It is black with several arsonic shade hairs, a birth defect.

Clothes: Atop his he wears a wide brimmed, black, travelers hat. He wears a Nubuck leather trench coat that stretches to the back of his knees. Along the shoulder lining, steel plates have been placed and bolted into the cloth. Along the upper lining of these plates a type of shagreen, ray skin, has been shown and bolted over it. The color of these shagreen patches is pure black. Over his torso is a leather vest, used only for light protection, it is a slip over so it has no buttons or zippers. Beneath that is a gray, ashen, undershirt. On his right hand is a ring, it resembles a cigar cutter then a ring. In its prongs is a red Topaz with a swirling black core. Slung across his hip is a utility belt used for various things. Over hsi leags he wears a pair of light leather slacks with a thin silk lining, for comfort and movement. And of his feet a pair of hobnail boots, for durabilty and a constant stable footing.

Weapon: His main weapon is a Flammenschwert, a two handed sword with an exceptionally long blade and hilt, and a wide crossguard. On the left and right side bottom side of the blade is an insignia, a double dagger. This sword is a parting gift from Blackwoods caretaker and mentor, Cornilias Elwood, a master smithy and mercenary. The swords type was a request by Blackwood. The reason for that is the undulating blade, it increases the cutting surface and a reduces the overall mass. So even with its exceeding lenght the blade can be wielded as if it were merely a long sword in his hands. It is always worn across his back, the hilt leaning to the right. This sword is one of his most treasured items, even his lament over it is less then noticeable.



Personality


Personality: Randolf is a calm and collected person. He remains silent when he feels he has to, or has nothing to say. Not much bothers him, including insults. Many time he has an angsty, dnagerous look about him that frightens people away from him. This look and feel is not intentional, it is who he is. That being said he gets into fight here and there. If the fight is something that his opponent is using to asert of prove his strength, he wil gladly fight on even ground. But he has no problem cutting them down if they will not concede to an obvious defeat Or if a weapon is drawn in a fist fight.


Attitude: When it comes to subject of his past, Randolf thinks little of it. One could call him a push over because of it, but he would not care. People are people, one cannot change their thoughts.

Detailed personality: Intense, Tenacious, Calm, Deep, Intelligent, Relentless.

Likes: Sour drinks, candys, food, if it's sour he will eat it. Another one of his likes is tobbaco. It is, to him, a form of culture he find sophisticated. The last thing he enjoys, is Silence. His life was filled with so much load noise and hustle and bustle that silence is a small reprieve from it all. Beyond those three things, he doesn't like much else.

Musical likes: His tasts in music tend to roam from time to time. He can enjoy the music of a festival, or the gruding sound of drums pounding over and over. He two favorites are Diecast and King Crimson, the conrast they have is the reason for that. One is pounding and provacative, the other calming and a bit honky tonk.

Dislikes: Though its not so much of bother to cause a problem, he doesn't like alot of noise. As far as people go he tends to let alot of quirks slide. He has learned to push past that from his childhood. But one thing that is intolerable is people who delight in the suffering of others. Alongside that is people who will use anything to get what they want, black mail mostly. Those type of people tend to lose a hand or two around him.


Battle Style

Trained in: He is trained in a universal style of fighting that uses the entire body in the attack. Flexibilty and speed is Absolutely nessecary for one to accomplish anything, that is the rule. From the age of 13 he was trained in this method of fighting by Cornelias Elwood, his caretaker. From the gruling training his body has become the opitimy of elasticity and strength, just what this style is ment for. He can attack from nearly any position, standing, sitting, laying down. This style has no name because of its many revisions and techniques taken from others.

Weakness: His main weakness is the circular scar on his left hand. If someone were to hit it his hand would remain useless for at most 3 hours, cutting his strength in half. The pain cause by a massive blow is excrutiating and nearly crippling. Ones best bet to defeat him is said hand. A word of warning, should you strike his hand it had best be such a crippling blow. Otherwise...may Heaven help you.

History

Heritage/Ethnicity: He is a white caucation and his blood is one of filth and lust, nothing more. What I mean is... Inbreeding. The Blackwood family was known for this. The family rule was, blood must love blood and only blood. It is what made the family strong, or so they said. On this family rule rnadolf had little opinion, beyond its filthy prentenses. One could say it is his reason for his A-sexuality. The family was known for one final thing, Gene experimentation. It was a practice that came out of neccesity. The inbreeding, as one would expect, cause degredation in the family. The more prominant minds of his ancestors began this secondary ritual, giving the mothers of their children protein injections, mutenagense and other drugs to stop said degredation. They even went so far as to create test tube babys. His father was once such baby. After birth gene therapy was conducted on the children until the age of 4, any further configuration led to mortality. Some children had increased brain activity, stronger muscles and many other intesified qualitys. But each child had something in common. The double dagger tattoo on their left cheek. Some wore it with pride, others with disgust. Randolf is the only exception, he thinks nothing of it. It is only a mark.

History: In 7080 A.F.W Ambrose Blackwood was born. It was a union between brother and sister that spawned him. His fathers name was Nicoli Blackwood, his mothers was Florence Blackwood. The union was more a betrothal then a consenting marriage. Neither loved one another as the family would have liked, but they followed the rules. Nicoli was a brooding and inteligent man, he was in fact one of the chief gene "therapists" in the family. And as one would expect, his son got special treament when it came to said therapy. But something happend that he didnt expect, his son took to it like a plant would to water. His muscles tissue became stronger, his childhood development was sped up. Slowly Nicoli became to see the final law of the family developing in his son.

That law was never to create something "perfect". This law was layed out for the familys protection. In the villedge there was already enough hostility for their practices and the odd things the children of said could do. But in the Frontier, life was hard. They were a nearly expendible part of the work force. Many of the Blackwoods were doctors, sheriffs, protectors, and workers. And a workforce in such a place as the Frontier, where life and death is daily buisness for anyone, a work force is never denied. But in his case, envy would set in, then hatred, and ultimately destruction. He began to hate his own son, for what he was, and what he himself had made him into. The scar on his left hand is testament to said hatred. It was punishment for his very existence.

But his mother, Florence, did nothing of the sort. She did what any mother would do, love her child. She never neglected him, nor ignored his emotions. She was a beautiful woman with a beautiful mind. She was strong in every sence of the word like her brother and husband.

Ambrose grew up with such contrast, love on one hand and hate on the other. But that said, he responded to neither in any big way. Thanks yous were given to his mother, and he shed tears at punishment. But why wouldnt a child cry from such a thing? It was only natural. As he grew he became accustomed to the pendulum that was his upbringing. And then he began work in the village at the age of 9.

At first he was as akward as the rest, nervous and shy around others, and the constant looks of distain did not make in any better. As the custom was, the children worked together with supervision, of course. Harsh treatment never went very far. Whether the adults liked it or not, it wasnt the childs fault for being born. But the world isnt so understanding. As A child Randolf saw thing differently then most in his position. So he endured, there was nothing he could do. And through the torment he found solace in the friendship of the few he could see past the mark on his face. His mother was one said person. It was she who told him" This tattoo... is only a mark. It does not define you..." A few children saw it that way as well.

Those friends and his mother pushed him along slowly, and happiness began to grow, but it was only a summers dream for him.

His father, Nicoli, became increasingly violent as he grew older. In one or two cases in the family this would happen. The body began to reject the stimulation and constant flow of drugs. And on his 13th birth day, Ambrose, his father destroyed the family home in an act of rage that some could call insanity. Some family survived, but none were those he cared for. The last remnant of happiness left to Randolf was the ring that he wears to this day.

(Unfinished)