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Jack Ryan · 9 Nov 2004, 22:47

Name: DustGhost Jack Ryan
Age: 28
Sex:Male
Time period of Origin: 1700's
Country of Origin: From Spain by blood. Lived in the middle east his whole life. Now, back somewhere in Spain.
Weapon: Bow, proficient in Staff.
Anything else you wish you add:
Short Black hair. Shaven. Black Raven-like eyes. Made a living as a thief/merchant guard. Clothes include close-fitting stripes of cloth and leather sewn together in a matching fashion. Designed to protect during dust storms. Nicked named "Solnam bef Redluan" meaning in an ancient tongue. "Ghost of the Dustwind".

Before the jump:

His black eyes narrowed. His hand pulled back the tight string very methodically and held it at full. The arrow awaited it's release. A slight breeze dusted along the feathers and suddenly the arrow was loosed. It split through the cool night air and slashed into the back of a man riding on horseback. Unfortunately the armor didn't cover his back. Within seconds the man rolled off the back and landed with a thud on the cobble stone street. Jack, in a moment's breath faded into the night air. He moved around a corner and was confronted by the street militia.

"JACK RYAN! We have you, among others. You are sentanced to death for the murder of the Duke!

The ghost spun pulling another arrow from his side, the seven guards rushed him. Before the arrow could reach his bow Jack felt a huge pull and then his world faded to nothing.

He loosed the arrow into a room full of nightmares. Wierd people. Wierd things on the wall. He reached for the only reasoning he knew. Hearing the intoduction about the museum he thought to himself...

"If anyone touches me, I'll cut out the little snob's heart."

9 Nov 2004, 22:47	#61
Jack Ryan Dust Raider Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 10	Re: Stumbling Through Centuries Name: DustGhost Jack Ryan Age: 28 Sex:Male Time period of Origin: 1700's Country of Origin: From Spain by blood. Lived in the middle east his whole life. Now, back somewhere in Spain. Weapon: Bow, proficient in Staff. Anything else you wish you add: Short Black hair. Shaven. Black Raven-like eyes. Made a living as a thief/merchant guard. Clothes include close-fitting stripes of cloth and leather sewn together in a matching fashion. Designed to protect during dust storms. Nicked named "Solnam bef Redluan" meaning in an ancient tongue. "Ghost of the Dustwind". Before the jump: His black eyes narrowed. His hand pulled back the tight string very methodically and held it at full. The arrow awaited it's release. A slight breeze dusted along the feathers and suddenly the arrow was loosed. It split through the cool night air and slashed into the back of a man riding on horseback. Unfortunately the armor didn't cover his back. Within seconds the man rolled off the back and landed with a thud on the cobble stone street. Jack, in a moment's breath faded into the night air. He moved around a corner and was confronted by the street militia. "JACK RYAN! We have you, among others. You are sentanced to death for the murder of the Duke! The ghost spun pulling another arrow from his side, the seven guards rushed him. Before the arrow could reach his bow Jack felt a huge pull and then his world faded to nothing. He loosed the arrow into a room full of nightmares. Wierd people. Wierd things on the wall. He reached for the only reasoning he knew. Hearing the intoduction about the museum he thought to himself... "If anyone touches me, I'll cut out the little snob's heart." __________________ Rebellion Last edited by Jack Ryan; 9 Nov 2004 at 23:06.