Gile

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Name: Gile Smith

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Physical appearance: Gile while young is non the less a little rugged looking. His face is a little sunken from lack of food and there are very dark circles under his brown eyes. He even manages to grow black facial hair on his chin and a little bit on his upper lip. Nothing like a full beard but with enough thickness to convince most people he comes across that he is eighteen or even a bit older. His face aside from this might have once been handsome with strong features and no real odd marks on his face. But do to his condition his pale, sickly, and scarred face is not exactly attractive. Now that is not to say that he is ugly. Just slightly odd looking. His hair is supposed to be brown but currently it's more of a darker brown due to him not really bathing all that much. His hair is also cut by himself very poorly in fact, His hair stopping about a half an inch from his eyes and going down to his mid neck and slightly lower it is a little longer than normal. Thus giving him a rather dirty appearance as well as an unkempt one. His body is very thin looking unhealthily so. But is also fortunately very strong thanks to him being forced to survive alone and fight a considerable amount to do so. Although he is tough as nails and even a bit experienced he is still really no match for four grown men. And much of his body bares the scars from these loses kinds of loses. Mainly from bladed or jagged weapons. He has only been  shot at once but never hit. In contrast to his mature  nature Gile is actually rather short. Standing at five six. Yet he doesn't really mind this very much.


Clothing of choice:Gile wears a worn and slightly tattered towards the end pair of blue jeans. Kept on his body by a black yet and old looking belt. As well as a plain white t shirt. A pair of black boots with socks. And pretty much his life sustaining piece of equipment. His black felt jacket. He owns really not a lot else.

Weaponry of choice: Gile owns a larger knife that he keeps on the inside of his black jacket. The knife is something he stole off a drug dealer mainly because of how intimidating it is. It's blade is eight inches and curved about as wide as a butchers blade. Over the handle is a piece of metal that covers his knuckles and is also laden with spikes. A total of six overall one over each knuckle and one on  the bottom of the knife's handle. the handle is made of wood ad painted red. As is the metal guard over his knuckles. However all of the spikes are black.

Race: Human

Abilities:

Tough as nails: Gile has been through a lot of pain in his life. Constantly in fact does he go through physical punishment. Most wounds he would probably laugh off...if he laughed. Of course  if some one were to break one of his bones. That's a bit of a different story. He would probably scream but would also be able to get mad and fight even harder with the other limb. Such things as punches to the face from normal people have trouble knocking him out and unless they pack some serious heat they probably won't pose much more than minor distractions.

Fighting: Gile can kind of fight well with a knife and or his bare hands. Relying on common sense, brute force, and ferocity in battle. While he doesn't really train with his weapon or hand to hand skills. After a couple years surviving off these things he has become significantly better than the average man.

Organization: None

Personality: Gile is calm and collected most of the time. Until  he needs to get mean which he can do quite easily. A scowl comes to his face as easily as breathing does but he mostly uses this when he has to interact with other people. And if the confrontation gets violent he will probably let out a large roar as he tries to land his first blow. Gile prefers to not to have to interact with people but if forced he can act perfectly fine although he hates being close to people and suffers mild claustrophobia. He especially hates when people touch him for he has never really experienced physical touch without it being related to violence. Gile prefers not to kill people for a couple reasons. One it's messy. Two it's complicated to get away with such a thing. If he can he will first and foremost knock the person unconscious or frighten them away with his knife. But when engaged in life or death combat. He is not going to pull punches at all. Gile for now merely carries himself through life just looking to survive. He doesn't really have any direction or hope for the future and is just currently falling back on instinct to carry him through life. Stealing is also not above him but he really wouldn't steal for pleasure. Just to survive and preferably so it doesn't harm someone else.

Rank: None:

Biography: Gile's history is a rough one. After he was born only year later his mother was murdered in the streets and then robbed of all her possessions. His father already a drunk became increasingly angry and bitter and when Gile was older he was most of the time the punching bag for his old man. He really didn't learn a whole lot of the things that other children did. Like how to catch or play or whatever it was that children learned. He was to busy try to get stronger to fend of his fathers drunken rages and find food to survive. Until the age of thirteen he was very unsuccessful when it came to holding off his father. And he really didn't think he had much a choice but to stay at the moment. After all things could be worse...or could they? He had a roof, a leaking broken one, a father who beat him, but at least he fed him. Oh wait, no he didn't. These kind of thoughts ran through Gile's head for about a year until one day when he was fourteen he decided that enough was enough. His father came home once again drunk having spent his pay check on booze and maybe a sandwich. His father not very strong and very unhealthy and dead drunk soon found his son who had grown very strong these past years was easily able to over power him and break his current bottle of beer over his head almost  knocking him out. His last words to his father  he left were. "Thanks for the jacket." Which he decided to steal right before leaving his fathers house for good. Since then it was the street for him. In reality, not a lot has changed for him, other than the fact that he suffers less beatings now being a couple times a week as opposed to nearly every day. He's by beginning and fending off the thieves that are trying to take what little he gains from this and what little he currently owns. But most of the time he is able to beat them away as he is too much of an effort to rob or so he once heard a thief say.  manages to knock unconscious perhaps some unlucky soul who tried robbing him then he gladly turn the tables and take their possessions quickly proceeding to sell them and then leave town. Mainly this happens against one opponent, two, rarely. Three or more he is praying that he can just managed to beat them off before they end up killing him.

RP sample:

Battle:

"You filthy son of a-!"Gile was not able to finish his sentence for right after this street rat tossed a bunch of dirt and ashes into his eyes he punched him in the gut and sent him doubling over. And then after smacking him in the back with a metal pipe he put him on his knees.  Glancing up his vision clouded by dark dots he saw the rod coming down again He lifted his arm across his head and took the brunt of the blow on his fore arm which quickly went limp and was sent into searing pain. But that wasn't going to stop him from beating down this punk who thought that he could just take him down with a couple well placed swings and then make off with his stuff. Gile shot up driving his other fore arm into the neck of the man who was beating him and running forward he slammed him into the brick wall of the alley. All the while he tried beating on his left side and head with the pipe. Gile sacrificing his arm for the entire battle managed to throw it up and block most of the head shots made against him. The were horribly painful and each time that a blow landed no matter where it landed Gile hollered out in pain and anger. But he harnessed this anger turning it into power. He pulled his arm back for a moment and elbowed the man in the face. Then as he tried to kick him away from him Gile lifted his leg and stopped the foot and knee from coming up higher then proceeded to punch the man in the face or at least attempt to do so three times. The first two succeeded crushing his skull into the brick wall yet the third failed and he broke a knuckle punching the brick wall as the man moved his head to the side. But because he he did Gile then putting all his meager wait behind the blow jumped and elbowed the side of the  man's head and also let him off the wall so that he would fall to his knees. As he did so Gile kicked upward with his leg mustering as much force as he could falling down on his butt himself as he was pushed back from his attacker. Gile then grabbed the pipe from his limp hand and screaming he chuck it against a dumpster. That had hurt him quite a bit but he had won. And that meant he could afford dinner. Though he would have to lay low for a little while until his knuckle healed. He proceeded to take the mans possessions and pawn them or store the cash he had on him in his pocket.

Social:

Gile was happy to be off the streets if only for a moment. He entered the food place his hand make shiftily bandaged as well as his left arm ad part of his shoulder. Though virtually no body could see these bandages underneath his jacket and shirt. He had cleaned up a bit deciding that he didn't want to draw much attention to him.  And was blood free and a little more comely. He went over to the counter and lifting his eyes to the clerk he placed his food on the counter to be checked out. He had bought some bread, some meat, and some cheese. This meal would one of the best he had had in many weeks. But there was a small problem that occurred when he was about to walk out of the door with his food. He looked outside and leading some men into the store was that same guy he had managed to beat up. Gile smirked noticing that he had bandaged his nose and mot of his face which looked a little worse or the wear. But then he remembered that his knuckle was broke and the other arm useless. He needed a place to hide. He turned to the clerk and desperately begged her to let him hide behind the counter saying.

"Please you have to believe me. I now I don't look that trust worthy but I really need to hide somewhere out of sight, if these guys about to come into the store see me. They may very well kill me."

She responded. "What? - I-I- I don't."

Gile interrupted her begging her.

"Please, please, I'll give you everything that I have it isn't much...but please." Giles words were pitiful but his face didn't brake easily into anything other than a scowl.

But eventually she did concede and let him hide under the check out count just in time id the men looking for him. She clearly  was not acting the same way had before she was nervous but Gile didn't think that they would notice not having talked to her before but he was still worried. However eventually the men left and Gile standing up thanked her and offered her the food he had just bought. She merely told him to leave and please never come back. Something that Gile could easily manage. He fled that town the same day.

Gile wrote:

Yes, Side note I'm Tony.

Giles Corey wrote:

Name: Gile

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Age worries me, as does not having a last name.

Bew wrote:

Physical appearance: Gile while young is non the less a little rugged looking. His face is a little sunken from lack of food and there are very dark circles under his brown eyes. He even manages to grow black facial hair on his chin and a little bit on his upper lip. Nothing like a full beard but with enough thickness to convince most people he comes across that he is eighteen or even a bit older. His face aside from this might have once been handsome with strong features and no real odd marks on his face. But do to his condition his pale, sickly, and scarred face is not exactly attractive. Now that is not to say that he is ugly. Just slightly odd looking. His hair is supposed to be brown but currently it's more of a darker brown due to him not really bathing all that much. His hair is also cut by himself very poorly in fact, His hair stopping about a half an inch from his eyes and going down to his mid neck and slightly lower it is a little longer than normal. Thus giving him a rather dirty appearance as well as an unkempt one. His body is very thin looking unhealthily so. But is also fortunately toned thanks to him being forced to survive alone and fight a considerable amount to do so. Although he is tough as nails and even a bit experienced he is still really no match for four grown men. And much of his body bares the scars from these loses kinds of loses. Mainly from bladed or jagged weapons. He has only been  shot at once but never hit. In contrast to his mature  nature Gile is actually rather short. Standing at five six. Yet he doesn't really mind this very much.

If he's starving, he wouldn't be able to get toned. Also, FOUR men? Damn, son; you're fitter than most healthy people if it takes four guys to stop you.

Magic bodybuilder powers wrote:

Clothing of choice:Gile wears a worn and slightly tattered towards the end pair of blue jeans. Kept on his body by a black yet and old looking belt. As well as a pain white t shirt. A par of black boots with socks. And pretty much his life sustaining piece of equipment. His black felt jacket. He owns really not a lot else.

A PAIN T-shirt? This guy is getting more and more badass the further I read.

Bring it, bitch wrote:

Weaponry of choice: Gile owns a smaller knife that he keeps on the inside of his black jacket. The knife is something he stole off a drug dealer mainly because of how intimidating it is. It's blade is eight inches and curved about wide as a butchers blade. Over the handle is a piece of metal that covers his knuckles and is also laden with spikes. A total of six overall one over each knuckle and one on  the bottom of the knife's handle. the handle is made of wood ad painted red. As is the metal guard over his knuckles. However al of the spikes are black.

THIS is his idea of a small knife?



This is the most dangerous homeless person I've ever seen.

FUCKING MEN wrote:

Race: Human

Squishy meat bags.

Humans wrote:

Abilities:

Tough as nails: Gile has been through a lot of pain in his life. Constantly in fact does he go through physical punishment. Most wounds he would probably laugh off...if he laughed.
Of course  if some one were to break one of his bones. That's a bit of a different story. He would probably scream but would also be able to get mad and fight even harder with the other limb. Such things as punches to the face from normal people have trouble knocking him out and unless they pack some serious heat they probably won't pose much more than minor distractions.

As long as he's not going all Black Knight "tiss merely a flesh wound" on people, I think I'm good with this.

You're arm's off wrote:

Fighting: Gile can kind of fight well with a knife and or his bare hands. Relying on common sense, brute force, and ferocity in battle. While he doesn't really train with his weapon or hand to hand skills. After a couple years surviving off these things he has become significantly better than the average man.

He can't do anything else?

No skill wrote:

Organization: None

[b]Personality: Gile is calm and collected most of the time. Until  he needs to get mean which he can do quite easily. A scowl comes to his face as easily as breathing does but he mostly uses this when he has to interact with other people. And if the confrontation gets violent he will probably let out a large roar as he tries to land his first blow. Gile prefers to not to have to interact with people but if forced he can act perfectly fine although he hates being close to people and suffers mild claustrophobia. He especially hates when people touch him for he has never really experienced physical touch without it being related to violence. Gile prefers not to kill people for a couple reasons. One it's messy. Two it's complicated to get away with such a thing. If he can he will first and foremost knock the person unconscious or frighten them away with his knife. But when engaged in life or death combat. He is not going to pull punches at all. Gile for now merely carries himself through life just looking to survive. He doesn't really have any direction or hope for the future and is just currently falling back on instinct to carry him through life. Stealing is also not above him but he really ;t steal for pl. Just to survive and preferably so it doesn't harm else.

This is actually a complete personality.

He did good wrote:

Rank: None:

Biography: Gile's history is a rough one. After he was born only year later his mother was murdered in the streets and then robbed of all her possessions. His father already a drunk became increasingly angry and bitter and when Gile was older he was most of the time the punching bag for his old man. He really didn't learn a whole lot of the things that other children did. Like how to catch or play or whatever it was. He was to busy try to get stronger to fend of his fathers drunken rages and find food to survive. Until the age of thirteen he was very unsuccessful when it came to holding off his father. And he really didn't think he had much a choice but to stay at the moment. After all things could be worse...or could they? He had a roof, a leaking broken one, a father who beat him, but at least he fed him. Oh wait, no he didn't. These thoughts ran through Gile's head for about a year until one day when he was fourteen he decided that enough was enough. His father came home once again drunk having spent his pay check on booze and maybe a sandwich.

And one night, he goes off crazier than usual.

Are we going to find out how you got those scars? wrote:

His father not very strong and very unhealthy and dead drunk soon found his son who had grown very strong these past years was easily able to over power him and break his current bottle of bear over his head almost  knocking him out.

Even his alcoholic father is intense. He's drinking bottles of BEAR.

Fucking family wrote:

His last words to his father  he left were. "Thanks for the jacket." Which he decided to steal right before leaving his fathers house for good. Since then it was the street for him. In reality, not a lot has changed for him, other than the fact that he suffers less beatings now being a couple times a week as opposed to nearly every day. He's by beginning and fending off the thieves that are trying to take what little he gains from this and what little he currently owns. But most of the time he is able to beat them away as he is too much of an effort to rob or so he once heard a thief say.  manages to knock unconscious perhaps some unlucky soul who tried robbing him then he gladly turn the tables and take their possessions quickly proceeding to sell them and then leave town. Mainly this happens against one opponent, two, rarely. Three or more he is praying that he can just managed to beat them off before they end up killing him.

Kind of interested to see where this guy is going, since he doesn't really seem to have anywhere he'd fit.

Still have no clue as to where his last name went. Was it stolen from him?

Thank you for the comments john they were hilarious as always. I hope I implemented the corrections to the flaws that you pointed. Also I hope you enjoy my characters last name.

Don't taint the name of Smith.

Still no other abilities, but if you want to be without skills.

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At least it's better than before.

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