General Information
Name: Ulric Magnus
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Rank: Jounin
Looks: At 6’ 5” and 215 pounds of solid muscle with somewhat long white hair and crystal blue eyes, Ulric is a very imposing figure. Even more so when he wears his gear, a cloak with a hood and sleeves made of polar bear fur covers a thick leather vest with metal studs in it, a helmet with horns and a metal nose guard, white leather leggings made of bear hide, and white boots with steel toe caps complete the picture.
Village: Yukigakure
Personal Information
Likes: Ale, fighting, sleeping, and eating meat
Dislikes: Not fighting, not sleeping, and not eating meat; though he gets peeved when he does not drink a tankard of ale.
Personality toward other people: Ulric for the most part could care less about people. Outwardly he is a friendly, easy-going man, but he is as cold as a blizzard in the dead of winter. This somewhat contradictory personality allows him to be virtually unnoticed as a threat despite his appearance; most people describe him as a friendly bear.
Skills
Element(s): Wind, Water, and Ice
Weapons: A long spear tipped with ice to allow control over the blade’s length, and two hand-axes which can be used for close in combat or can be thrown.
Jutsu: Second Post
Background/RP Sample
Background: What is there to be said about the warrior named Ulric? Born to a tribe of raiders on the outside of Yukigakure, he grew up in a relentless war which had been going on for decades and fast approaching a century. This is the environment which molded the warrior called Ulric into the powerful warrior which he is today. The tribe teaches their children at the age of 5 the beginnings of being a warrior. Spear wielding, sword mastery, throwing axes, and even some unique jutsu which they developed out among the eternally snow covered plains. And in all of these things, Ulric excelled at. Fighting and bloodshed was his passion, his life ever since he was born. When he came of age as an adult among his tribe, Ulric had a spirit of war put into him by the shamans of his tribe for recognizing his excellence in the art of war. The spirit was a great white bear of war; this spirit allows Ulric to transform into that great bear, though if the bear dies Ulric dies as well. It has been a decade since his coming of age and Ulric is now one of the few guardians left in the Land of Snow.
RP Sample: A great windswept plain stretches out on all sides. A seemingly infinite ocean of pure white snow covers the plain and the only moving on it is a great white bear barely visible in the background. Its great loping stride eats the miles away as the bear hunts down intruders in his domain. He smells their fear, he hears their feet slipping and sliding as the try to outrun him. That is unacceptable. The small group of figures showed up a little distance away, their arms and legs flailing in the deep snow. The bear closed the distance with a burst of speed his great bulk crashing into the first two on the left, leaving both of them unconscious. A sliding stop has the bear facing the last three ninja, who raise their kunai in futile resistance. The bear charged the middle ninja, biting down hard on the arm and tearing it off with a great jerk of his head. Two more to go. The ninja throw their kunai at the bear which simply ignored the attack though the kunai were stuck in its hide and swiped with a great paw at one crushing the skull and tearing off half the face. The second one tried to flee and was ran down by the bear and similarly dispatched without much effort. A man suddenly appears where the bear was and howls in triumph, the cry echoing across the vast plain.
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