Character : Tim Rafer
Race : Human
Age : 23
Eyes : Green
Hair color : Brown (
Hair)
Height : 5'6"
Build : Normal athletic build without showing muscles even when he swings his giant blade
Appearance : Normal athletic build without showing muscles
Clothes:
- Head : None
- Upper Body : Cape and a plain black shirt
- Lower Body : Wide pants so it is easy to move in
- Feet : Normal shoes
Weapons:
- A .45 Long Colt editted with Angelic writtings on it (Left hand)
Gun - A Big sword with Demonic writtings on it (Right hand)
SwordOccupation : An adventurer willing to do nearly everything for money
Attitude: Does as he pleases but tries to be as friendly and helpfull as possible. He nearly constantly smiles when he sees other people. How ever the angelic and demonic soul that are inside his body, next to his own soul tend to take over his body and play with him leaving him with memory loss at sometimes. He mostly can watch what happens when they take him over, and put him behind bars inside his mind for the time that they take over . If the Demon (Esparda) takes over his eyes turn yellow and if the Angel (Sera) takes over his eyes turn blue. They reside in his weapons as well as in his mind. Yes he has some issues. But he is quite reliable if you are his friend.
Powers : Tim is a skilled swordsman.
Sera can use healing magic
Esparda can use some destructive magic but he prefers to use his brute power over magic
-Intro-
As he opens his eyes he sees a ceiling above him. "The sky is a better blanket" was his only remark to the sight. He slowly rolled out of his bed to finally hear the sounds of the Jousts raging on he stood up and started to get dressed. "Why did I come her in the first place" he wispered to himself as he dunks his face into a bowl of water. "A job" a sweet and angelic voice spoke inside his head "Shut up Sera of course I know I got here for a job." "Than don't complain" another voice said only this time it wasn't the sweet voice as it sounded pure evil and demonic. "Since when do you two agree" The voices remained silent leaving him to put his sword on his back and the gun holster around his waist. As he walks down the stairs of the inn he was sleeping at he sees the bartender talking to a woman, probably his servent girl he presumes and ignores the fact smiling. As his hands touch the doorknob a cold chill went through his spine as if something wasn't right making him throw open the door and rub outside with his hand on his blade awating for something or someone to attack.