Name: Zachariah Welch
Gender: Male
Birthday: 12/23
Sexuality: Straight
Strange Characteristics: Scars cover his whole body
Personality: Zachariah is a man addicted to combat, training and drinking. He is someone who'd much rather be on the battlefield then anywhere else. He is a cold, emotionless man who believes actions speak louder then words. A lone wolf first and foremost, he never works with anyone but himself. He doesn't see a guild as a family or a collection of comrades. He sees guild wizards as casual coworkers no more no less. Zachariah is not one for diplomacy and doesn't play well with others. Zachariah doesn't allow himself to have any free time. If he isn't fighting, he's training. If he's not training, he's working. He is a heavy drinker, always having a flask on him at all times and has a habit of taking sips during a job or battle. Zachariah is a very disciplined man, never speaking out of turn and always keeping his cool.
In battle, Zachariah works a methodical pace, dissing out his attacks as a part of a battle plan. He is someone who tends to stay a few steps ahead of his opponent. Zachariah is someone who can strike out of nowhere and land a finishing blow. He can take the most brutal of beatings, something he takes pride in. Zachariah is someone who fights with honor, not attacking a defeated opponent however he is far from friendly, on or off the battlefield. He lives by the motto one vs all, not believing he can trust anyone. In his mind everyone can turn on him at any moment. He can't stand to be in the debt of others, seeing it as a form of weakness.
Likes:
Combat- One might say he's addicted to it as he sees power as everything
Training- How else is one supposed to get stronger unless they train?
Working- He only take son jobs that test him in some way. He'd much rather work then do nothing
Alcohol- Can't go a day without downing several drinks
Dislikes:
People- Can't trust them as far as you can throw them
Emotions- They serve no purpose but to hinder people
Relationships- That's just asking to have a knife planted in your back
Failure- Never an option no matter what.
Motivations:
Power- The more power you have, the better life is
Fears:
Failure- Death would be a better option then to fail
Being Powerless- If you don't have power, you're a door mat for people to walk on
General Appearance: Zachariah is 6ft 5, 210 pounds of pure muscle. A build of a professional fighter, not surprising considering his past. He keeps his black hair one inch on the top and half inch at the sides. His body is covered in scars. He typically wears a white t-shirt, blue jeans and leather jacket along with a gold chain around the neck
Height: 6ft 5
Weight: 210 pounds
hair: Inch on top, half inch on the sides. Black
Eye: Gold
Skin Tone: Tan
Appearance: One look at Zachariah says it all. This man has endured countless battles and endless abuse.
Guild/Council
Guild: None ( for now)
Tattoo:
Rank: D
Gender: Male
Birthday: 12/23
Sexuality: Straight
Strange Characteristics: Scars cover his whole body
Personality: Zachariah is a man addicted to combat, training and drinking. He is someone who'd much rather be on the battlefield then anywhere else. He is a cold, emotionless man who believes actions speak louder then words. A lone wolf first and foremost, he never works with anyone but himself. He doesn't see a guild as a family or a collection of comrades. He sees guild wizards as casual coworkers no more no less. Zachariah is not one for diplomacy and doesn't play well with others. Zachariah doesn't allow himself to have any free time. If he isn't fighting, he's training. If he's not training, he's working. He is a heavy drinker, always having a flask on him at all times and has a habit of taking sips during a job or battle. Zachariah is a very disciplined man, never speaking out of turn and always keeping his cool.
In battle, Zachariah works a methodical pace, dissing out his attacks as a part of a battle plan. He is someone who tends to stay a few steps ahead of his opponent. Zachariah is someone who can strike out of nowhere and land a finishing blow. He can take the most brutal of beatings, something he takes pride in. Zachariah is someone who fights with honor, not attacking a defeated opponent however he is far from friendly, on or off the battlefield. He lives by the motto one vs all, not believing he can trust anyone. In his mind everyone can turn on him at any moment. He can't stand to be in the debt of others, seeing it as a form of weakness.
Likes:
Combat- One might say he's addicted to it as he sees power as everything
Training- How else is one supposed to get stronger unless they train?
Working- He only take son jobs that test him in some way. He'd much rather work then do nothing
Alcohol- Can't go a day without downing several drinks
Dislikes:
People- Can't trust them as far as you can throw them
Emotions- They serve no purpose but to hinder people
Relationships- That's just asking to have a knife planted in your back
Failure- Never an option no matter what.
Motivations:
Power- The more power you have, the better life is
Fears:
Failure- Death would be a better option then to fail
Being Powerless- If you don't have power, you're a door mat for people to walk on
General Appearance: Zachariah is 6ft 5, 210 pounds of pure muscle. A build of a professional fighter, not surprising considering his past. He keeps his black hair one inch on the top and half inch at the sides. His body is covered in scars. He typically wears a white t-shirt, blue jeans and leather jacket along with a gold chain around the neck
Height: 6ft 5
Weight: 210 pounds
hair: Inch on top, half inch on the sides. Black
Eye: Gold
Skin Tone: Tan
Appearance: One look at Zachariah says it all. This man has endured countless battles and endless abuse.
Guild/Council
Guild: None ( for now)
Tattoo:
Rank: D
