Post by Bishop Peter Walsh on Nov 21, 2011 11:40:34 GMT -6
Regular Stuff
Name: Bishop Peter Walter Walsh
Age: 78
Sex: Male
Nationality: English
Celebrity Claim: Ian McKellen
Hair: Grey ("Silver" if you want to be polite). There's quite a bit of it for someone of his age.
Eyes: Blue.
Description: Peter Walsh was once a tall, heavily built man carrying a huge warhammer that could smash a demon into pieces with it's holy flames. That was about fifty years ago. Now he's still tall but he's lost a lot of weight and he's not as strong. His hair has changed colour from black to grey and his skin has wrinkled and hardened with age. However, he kept the deep blue eyes.
Peter is very tall and pretty thin, he usually dresses in a white suit with a cream tie. Though he has other colours for other occasions. He almost never wears coats, or gloves, if it's raining then he'll put on a hat or an umbrella, again, white in colour.
Personality: Peter knows almost nothing about his family. All he's had since he was about eight is a burning hatred of the monsters that surround him and threaten the world.
Unlike many, he joined the church not because of any religious obligation (He believes that God exists and grants him powers) but because the church, and God, and religion in general are better at fighting monsters since they stray away from them.
He used to be brash, impulsive and headstrong back in the day. But now he isn't as strong to back it up, so he's having to take a new method of combat: Acting from behind the scenes and manipulating results in his favour.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Behind-the-Scenes Stuff
Faction: The Templar Confederate.
Purpose: Captain in the Templar Confederate.
Powers: Has the power to generate heat from his palms and anything he's holding. This can range from anything to a nice warmth to a searing blast of painful heat.
History
Peter Walsh was born into a catholic family in London back in the year 1933. He doesn't know much about his parents because at the age of four they were killed by ... something.
He's not sure what it was. But he knows that it wasn't human since a knight in shining armour showed up to stop it. A member of the Templar Confederate, not that he'd know this until he was much older.
He was taken in by an orphanage run by priests he eventually stumbled on something interesting at the age of thirteen. After a lot of fighting, a lot more shouting and a bit of catching their breath back the templar agreed to train him.
After many years of hard training Peter was accepted as both a vicar of a small parish and as the monster hunter who slayed the various otherworldly demons that came out of a portal to hell in aforementioned small parish.
But the years went on ... and on ... and on. And after a while Peter decided that he was too old to lift his warhammer and instead gave up his armour. He received a bishop ... dom? As a reward for his service and now works as a tactical advisor.
Out-of-Character Stuff
OOC Name: Cross
Name Color: F2F2F2
Number of Stars: 5
Color of Stars: Yellow
Sample RP: ~From the RPG Madman With A Box, actual post can be found Here and it's the second post down~ Cross
It was getting foggy.
Not the weather.
His head was getting foggy.
Why was he thinking about fog?
It wasn't painful to think anymore.
That was nice.
It was just happening really slowly.
Really, really slowly.
He was walking quickly though.
That was nice.
But people kept getting in his way.
That wasn't so nice.
...
He really liked tea.
...
" ... kenji ..."[/size]
Was that the wind?
No, it sounded more like that nice lady who was nice to him.
" ... kenji ..."[/size]
She was nice.
He was in a building now.
How'd he got here again?
Oh yeah, walking.
Maybe he should keep walking.
He became briefly aware of the nice lady with nice hair who was very nice to him standing beside him.
She was awfully nice.
He could see Susan the nice lady's face in one of the television screens.
As a reflection.
Not actually on television.
What was he doing again?
Oh yeah he was walking.
Downstairs towards ... something.
Darn it he'd forgotten what he was heading for.
Well, he'd found out if he kept walking.
He knew it was down those stairs.
"... sorry ... kenji..."
Was that the wind?
Or was it that nice nice-lady who was very ni-
Several stimuli jolted in Kenji's brain. The combination of sound, sight and pain all mixed together in his brain and determined on what had happened: He'd been slapped. And it had really hurt. He stopped moving, closed his eyes tightly and rubbed his cheek.
"Owiiiiiiiiie ..." He whined, looking up at the nice lady ... no, Susan.
God, the last few minutes of thoughts were getting back to him. What had happened to his head? His expression barely changed. Though this time it was more to do with the fact that he was trying to figure out where he was, what had happened and why the last five minutes were recorded in his memory as smoky, ill-defined fragments.
He was standing in a dimly lit room before a set of steel steps, the type that echo and reverberate throughout the room when you step on them.
"... Wh- why did you slap me?" He asked, feeling his forehead for a fever while he spoke "An- and where am I? and Wh- where's my food?"
He looked at the stairs with curiosity and then shivered all over.
"... And wh- what's that gurgling ... gurgling noise?" He asked before swallowing and peeking a tentative look down the stairs into the darkness below.
