Name: Sharcu
Age: Looks in his early 20s, but is really over 700 years old
Gender: male
Personality: Behind Sharcu's emotionless face is the mind of an evil one, plotting to reek Chaos on everyone within his grasp. His heart has long been cold since the first fall and he's never turned back. He makes decisions rashly and doesn't care whether or not it effects others. His heart is cold and bitter.
Race: Demon
Weapon(s): Dangerous and evil, Sharcu carries anything that can destroy his enemies.
- Claymore - this deadly weapon is able to cut through human bone. Its blade has long been stained with the blood of his enemies.
- Throwing blades - Along his belt he carries throwing knives. If you even think of running away, don't think about getting too far.
- Short Bow - Although the bow may be shorted than that of the ordinary bows, he can still shoot it at long range to inflict a lot of damage into his enemies.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil - the most evil kind of evil there is in existence. He doesn't care about the law nor does he have any morals. He doesn't care about anyone or anything.
Past History: Sharcu was not always the way he is today. Through the struggles in his past he has slowly been transformed into the heartless creature he is today. No one still lives that knows of his past, though.
Talents: Does killing count as a talent? He is able to tract does his enemies and will continue to hunt them until they are found.
Height: 5 foot, 11 inches
Weight: 165 pounds - mostly muscle
Eye Color: black - if you get close enough to see his colorless eye color then you shall not live to tell anyone
Hair Color/Style: dark brown coming down to about his ears (about 3 inches or so)
Clothes: His clothes are raggedy and old, but he doesn't care. He wears a long outer coat that comes down to his feet. It has strange demonic symbols on the back, but he is the only one that knows what they mean.
Facial Description: He has a rough face, typically unshaven, but never long enough to be a full beard. His eyes are normally hard and deep, never peaceful. His jaw bone always seems tense, ready for anything to happen to him. His lips always are together except when he talks. His nose is a regular size in proportion to his face.
Special Features: Along the left side of his neck he has a large, deep scar from a battle long ago. No one asks him about it unless they were foolish.
Age: Looks in his early 20s, but is really over 700 years old
Gender: male
Personality: Behind Sharcu's emotionless face is the mind of an evil one, plotting to reek Chaos on everyone within his grasp. His heart has long been cold since the first fall and he's never turned back. He makes decisions rashly and doesn't care whether or not it effects others. His heart is cold and bitter.
Race: Demon
Weapon(s): Dangerous and evil, Sharcu carries anything that can destroy his enemies.
- Claymore - this deadly weapon is able to cut through human bone. Its blade has long been stained with the blood of his enemies.
- Throwing blades - Along his belt he carries throwing knives. If you even think of running away, don't think about getting too far.
- Short Bow - Although the bow may be shorted than that of the ordinary bows, he can still shoot it at long range to inflict a lot of damage into his enemies.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil - the most evil kind of evil there is in existence. He doesn't care about the law nor does he have any morals. He doesn't care about anyone or anything.
Past History: Sharcu was not always the way he is today. Through the struggles in his past he has slowly been transformed into the heartless creature he is today. No one still lives that knows of his past, though.
Talents: Does killing count as a talent? He is able to tract does his enemies and will continue to hunt them until they are found.
Height: 5 foot, 11 inches
Weight: 165 pounds - mostly muscle
Eye Color: black - if you get close enough to see his colorless eye color then you shall not live to tell anyone
Hair Color/Style: dark brown coming down to about his ears (about 3 inches or so)
Clothes: His clothes are raggedy and old, but he doesn't care. He wears a long outer coat that comes down to his feet. It has strange demonic symbols on the back, but he is the only one that knows what they mean.
Facial Description: He has a rough face, typically unshaven, but never long enough to be a full beard. His eyes are normally hard and deep, never peaceful. His jaw bone always seems tense, ready for anything to happen to him. His lips always are together except when he talks. His nose is a regular size in proportion to his face.
Special Features: Along the left side of his neck he has a large, deep scar from a battle long ago. No one asks him about it unless they were foolish.
Author notes
This isn't personal at all. I'm not a demon or anything like that. I was too lazy to come up with another name for a character. I wasn't sure if you wanted a poem for your contest, but I decided just to write this all out in an organized fassion. Feel free to edit it for your story as you will.
Written December 4th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Wanna Be In My Story? by Shadow of a Doubt.
300 points, ended December 13, 2005, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Edited on Dec 06, 9:11 because ''.


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