Name:Jett Hartz

Assassin Name: Mavrick

Age:25

Appearance: His face is and body is covered in scars. Dark black hair slicked back across his head. Minor small scars on his face, accept for one large one running down the left side of his lip. his eyes a mix of green and brown. His stance is that of a proud warrior, shoulders back and chest out. He stands at about 6,5, weighing about 200 pounds of raw muscle(i didn't really calculate it out so humor me). He has a face of few emotions. Most of the time he just doesn't look like some one you would want to ask what time it is.

Clothing: He wears a brown cloak, brown boots, brown pants lace style and white shirt. However he does still have a full suit of armor which he leaves wrapped up most of the time and hidden away. but should the need ever arise...

Abilities: +Brute force: He is extremely strong and can over power many men even when out numbered. He is effective with heavy weapons and light weapons such as swords and daggers, axes, maces, spears, ETC.
- He cannot use long range weapons or throwing daggers. He cannot make poison, but can apply it to his weapons. He does not know how to swim nor does he try to.

Weapon of Choice: Is a spear designed to be separated in the middle into two shorter pieces. He has a small hatchet size axe strapped to his right thigh. A small dagger in his left boot.

Personality:Jett is rude, loud and speaks his mind. He doesn't play fair and doesn't hold back. He takes a muscle bound approach to fighting when he has to. but he's not stupid and always tries to stay one step ahead with his tactics. did i mention he's a real "lady killer"? (your interpretation of that joke goes here ____ )

Family: One Older brother who's location is unknown.

History: Jett is originally from Germany and has fought in many war's there. At one time he was a soldier for a very wealthy king. Which is where he learned how to fight, with and without weapons. though later the kingdom fell and Jett was forced to find work as a merc. Mostly while working as a merc he has earned a reputation of being merciless in battle. However recently Jett has restricted his work inside the shadows. Now an assassin for hire he seeks to join the Inferno Brotherhood.

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General Information:

First Name: Jett
Last Name: Hartz
Ethnicity: Pure German
Nationality: Germany
Spoken Languages: English, german, norse.
Place of Birth: Holzgerlingen
Age/Date of Birth: 01, jan, 23
Approved Special Features:

Looks: his skin is taned and very well worn and torn. scars litter his body everywhere, even down the lengths of his arms and on his face. a particular scar runs down the left side of his lip. His hair is short and slicked back black.

Eyes: a dark mix of brown and a little green around the iris.
Hair: Dark Black
Height: 6’10

General Appearance: stands tall and firm. He is pure muscle from head to toe. generally build like a brick house. weighs around 200 pounds mostly of which are muscle.

Dressing Style: He wears a brown cloak, brown boots, brown pants lace style and white shirt. most of the time however he wears assassin robes with their accessories. However he does still have a full suit of armor which he leaves wrapped up most of the time and hidden away. but should the need ever arise...

Personality: He is Rude and has a total dissregard for anyone else's feelings. the word mercy isn't in his vocabulary. though oddly enough he has some what of a twisted sense of honor which resembles payback or revenge. Jett thinks like a hunter and a predator. always one step ahead with hundreds of dirty tricks hidden up his sleeve. His lust for blood can be seen in times of battle.

General Character Traits: when drunk he speaks his mind and holds back nothing. when sober he has only a little more restraint then when when he's drunk. to put it simply he has a sharp tongue. He dislikes the week and anyone who beg's.

Likes: his stakes rare, his women hot, his mead warm, his soup cold and his blood in his own body. has a small place in his heart for all weapons.

Dislikes: people who joke, women who don't put out and being stabbed in the back. also he hates large bodies of water.

Habits/Mannerisms: cracks his neck every so often. has a habit to stare
at others. has a low deep growling voice. can only laugh maniacally or in some evil way.

Strengths: Brute Strength and Force, adapts to well to any given combat situation, has lost his fear of death.

Weaknesses: does not work well with others, cant swim and doesn't try to. looks for fights.


Personal History: Jett is originally from Germany and has fought in many war's there. grew up with an older brother, his father was a warrior and his mother just a normal wife. At one time he was a soldier for a very wealthy king. Which is where he learned how to fight, with and without weapons. though later the kingdom fell and Jett was forced to find work as a merc. Mostly while working as a merc he has earned a reputation of being merciless in battle. However recently Jett has restricted his work inside the shadows. Now an assassin for hire he seeks to join the Inferno Brotherhood.

Parents: Bardock Hartz (father), Marline Hartz (mother)
Siblings: Nicolie Hartz (brother)
Children: unknown
Background Story: was trained as a warrior and a knight for most of his life. all other skills/fighting styles he picked up when he became a freelance merc.

Assassination Abilities:

Strong Area of Basic Weaponry: Spear(all sizes), Sword(all sizes), Mace(all sizes), Axe(all sizes), Dagger(all sizes), Hand to Hand.
Weak Area of Basic Weaponry: Archery, throwing daggers, crossbows
Preferred Category: Close Combat specialist
Leader or Follower?: Leader
Mercy or Justice?: Justice
Blade or Poison?: Blade
What does "It was your fault he died" mean to your character?: It means i should be getting paid right about now.

Minor Details:

Assassin Name: Mavrick
Nicknames: N/A
Anything else? Tough Assassin
Are You A Native English Speaker?: Yes

RP Sample:

The grass was no longer green, nor was the sky blue. the ground was a mixture of red blood and muddy wet dirt. the sky was a violet reddish purple. all he could hear were moans of fallen men, a mixture of his men and the enemies. Bodies covered in armor littered the battle field now. some moving, some as still as stone. Jett held his left arm tightly as blood continued to flow from it. Jett stood in the only spot of green grass that remained. the blood flowing from his body dripped onto it slowly turning it red. He was victorious once again, but he felt no need to cheer. they had won the battle but the war was lost. He turned and began walking, with no clear direction or destination in mind.