Name: William Sigmar
Gender: male
Race: human
Race Description: He is a normal human.
Occupation: soldier
Religion: OPTIONAL
Class: warrior
Empire: The Federation
Age: 24
Appearance: He stands a height of nearly 6 feet and has a mildly suntanned complexion. He is decent looking in his appearane, though he is not what you would call a prince charming. He has a full head of black, curly hair. He wears standard Federation Armor usually whenever he is one duty. Whenever he is not on duty, he wears simple, yet neat, clothes. A simple grey shirt and brown pants.
Height: 5'9
Weight: 179 pounds
Hair: black, curly
Personality: William is quiet and serious in terms of personality. (Some would say too serious.) He does not usually laugh and does tend to smile that often either. He also prefers solitude, rather than being in large crowds (working with a squad during combat is an exception to this). Now, that does not mean that he is unfriendly. He just likes to keep to himself.
William is very loyal and would not be the type to leave you, usually. (Alas, one cannot always save others in battle.) He is a faithful soldier of the Federation and would gladly risk his life in serving for its greater good.

Brief History: William comes from a long line of soldiers. In his family, to serve in the military is considered a very great honor! His father was a soldier and all his older brothers became soldiers. He wanted to be like them and follow honorably within their footsteps. He wanted to serve the Federation!
However, what REALLY drove him to become a soldier was when his father died in war. His father had died fighting for what he believed in. He had fought for it with a passion that inspired William to become what he is now. He wants to serve the Federation with the same passion that his father did. He will serve the Federation with honor and obedience!
Sample RP:

Jones Bailey was shocked to suddenly have a tank drop right out of the sky and land neatly in front of him. "Well, this wasn't mentioned in the weather report." He said, looking up from where the tank had been deployed. He then noticed movement and go his gun ready, not really sure what good it would do him against a tank like that.

Thirty creatures slid down ropes that were dropped from a futuristic helicopter above him, and they quickly surrounded him. The last on to climb down, was particularly large. It looked at him through its funny looking helmet and then raised its hand. The others lowered their weapons and the large one, who was probably their leader, asked "Who are you?"

"Uh, I was just going to ask you the same thing. Sweet ride by the way." Jones said in a casual manner, pointing at the tank , trying to hide his nervouness. He was not about to divulge any important information to them, not that he knew exactly much himself.

(I know its not fantasy, but I hope that it will do...)

This post has been edited by William on Mar 19 2009, 09:32 PM